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| One morning
we’ll wake to a translucent sky
emptied of sun, emptied of light
emptied of all signs of life.
No rooster will crow, no robin will sing;
everything silent and dead for the King.
The trees will droop (or will they bow?)
their leaves falling clear as glass.
The chime of brakes from the train yard
Gone
No flower will open, no living thing
will display his own glory on the day of the King.
Formless and floating in silence, alone,
the once yellow sun will rise then, blood-red.
We’ll crumble in fear of what is unknown:
a war-cry, a peace-treaty, a song of the dead.
Descending from nothingness, He will appear,
valiant and ruddy, setting foot in our sphere.
Life exploding on impulse, alive, in His wake.
Each heart will beat wilder, bursting to sing,
a chorus of hope as we wait for the King.
Drained of its emptiness (for fullness has come),
the earth will stand trembling, awaiting His song.
And what will you hear? Will you hear the wild roar
that tells us to love as we’ve never before?
My heart must beat wildly, my eyes, tear and sing!
I cannot be, must not be dead to the King!
~Jes
November 11th, 2007
When I was looking out my patio door this morning, I had a vision of the world being wiped clean like a dry erase board, everything becoming translucent and clear colored. I thought that might be how it is on the Last Day. What a striking contrast between the world and the Lord then.
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| Hebrews 4:13
Nothing in all
creation is hidden from God. Everything is naked and exposed before his
eyes, and he is the one to whom we are accountable.
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Herenye awoke with a start. The night was gaining deeper shades of darkness still. The sky was clouded; no star shone through it's heaviness. No owl, no rodent, not a single animal made even the smallest of sounds. The silence was frightening. Herenye shivered and tried to close her eyes. But she could not fall asleep this time. The wind blew hard against the limbs of the trees. Freezing, she rose to drape her cloak around her shoulders. And her feet, restless, would not take her back to bed. Unable to resist them, she grabbed her quiver and bow and descended into the stony night.
At the base of Halle Taare, Herenye found one single stray gleam of moonlight, cutting through the steely clouds. She looked into the sky, desperate for sight of the moon but could not find it's comforting orb floating in the sky. Disheartened, she followed the gaze of the moonlight and found that it revealed a small scroll, lingering among the tangled thorns. Curious, she bent down to retrieve it.
Delicate, ornate golden runes covered the exterior of the scroll, yet she could not read them. Quietly, shivering in the dead of night, she slid her finger and opened the seal. Crimson lettering stared up at her:
"The foolish heart does not see his own reflection, the wise go looking for what has been lost."
Confused, Herenye rolled the scroll and left it sitting at the base of the tree. Perhaps some messenger had neglected his post? She was sure this message was not for her, for it bore no resemblance to a familiar handwriting. Yawning, Herenye sat at the base of the great trunk, rubbing her eyes. Then, she heard it.
Soft and barely audible, a low, dull drumming reached her ear. Shaken, Herenye leapt to her feet. The drumbeat continued: dull, droning. But it was unlike the dreaded war drums. Instead, it sounded like a single beat, resounding off a single drum. Curious, Herenye began walking toward the sound.
Night swallowed the cloaked maiden. The trees of the forest whipped severely in the wind, branches cracking and dark leaves rustling. The drum was louder. She pressed on, ducking low to avoid pine branches and scratches. The drumbeat pounded her brain. She felt sick from the droning. Pushing branches out of her way, she began running. The beat grew louder still.
Suddenly, without warning, Herenye stumbled into a small clearing. Silence penetrated the darkness. Herenye looked around her. Tall sycamores were trembling in the wind. Herenye was petrified. The sky had never seemed so black. Sinking to the ground, she began to cry. The drumbeat began again, though this time, it seemed to be beneath the very spot where she was sitting. Frightened, she leapt to her feet in horror, to find a small shovel laying where her feet had been. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, she began digging. The drumbeat grew louder, louder, shaking the ground.
Trembling, Herenye struck something hard. She reached into the hole and withdrew something wooden. The sky was so dark that she could not see what she had found. And as if He had been waiting, Eruaran appeared. Light blasted from Him and the clearing blazed white as if it were the core of a star. Dazed, Herenye sat blinking, unaware of His presence.
"Would you like to see what you have discovered, Herenye?" His voice boomed off the trees, echoing like thunder. The sheer force of it knocked the girl to the ground.
Terrified, Herenye nodded, cowering awkwardly while she lay on the ground. And slowly, the light dimmed. Not daring to look up at the man, Herenye stared at her hands and found a wooden shaped heart.
"What--"
"What you have found, you did not know you had lost," He thundered and disappeared.
Herenye, panting from realization, breathed on the wooden heart as if to make it beat again.
"But, how do I make it alive again!?!?!" she shouted ferosciously into the night.
The wind brought her a quiet reply, "you have thirsted. you shall thirst no more."
Herenye looked up into the sky and saw a multiple of stars. The glittering orbs of planets and the beauty of falling comets took Herenye's breath away. The trees were no longer unfriendly. The night was no longer angry and sullen. She suddenly remembered the Pearl Tower. And Herenye ran with the full force of eager awareness toward the open field.
"Eru," she breathed, in awe.
The wooden heart in her hands softened and quietly, began it's gentle beat.
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| I feel like wearing a long flowy dress and running through a field singing... freedom | | |
| Elune 23rd, Year 601287
More evacuations underway: one month until contact
Elena and Papina left this afternoon on the Guardinal craft. Hundreds of Ceulians, youth and elderly, have amassed around the station platforms over the past month. Security officers have had their hands full, I'm sure. Passengers without full certification are held daily. Citizens who attempt to board the departing craft without identification or passes are to be shot on sight. I felt uncomfortable even seeing them off, I've never been too at ease around men with machine guns, but Papina insisted. She even had a special suit made for Chini. He looked so cute in his little plastic clothes. It must have cost thousands, it even had a little slot for his tail. Of course, he'll loose his tail in a couple months, once he starts walking. But no matter. By then they will have reached all the comforts of the Alturezz Missioni V.
Elena was crying. So was Chini, but I think he was just hungry. He doesn't have any idea what's going on. He's only a couple years old yet. Probably won't remember anything about this, just some fuzzy images of purple trees and the way the sky looked as it pulls out of view.
My departure is scheduled for next week, the 39th, 0918 at sunset. Gi'lam happens to be on my flight. I haven't started packing yet. I have been crying every time I see Wisc hop onto the counter, snuffling for fish bits. I'll miss stroking his soft orange neck. Mischi cries every time the radio turns on. There is no more music. Only more reports.
Still hard to believe that the CGP's initial scare this winter was been verified. Certainly woke everyone up. I don't think many of us had ever taken the Celestial Global Patrol seriously. Most of their technicians seem to favor the idea that there could be little yellow men living on planets in the terrestrial regions closer to Kappa VII or Andromeda. And that they'd have telescopes and be looking straight at us too. Right, and maybe there's a planet called something dumb like, Earth, which harbors millions of awkward little carbon-based lifeforms. Whatever. Dream on, guys. Asteroid bombardment is another thing entirely. We don't mess around with that. Nobody wants to be the guy who discovers a moon-sized asteroid headed directly for your southern hemisphere.
Some idiot decided the name the thing, Neuwae I, as if to paint some hopeful spin on it all. I'm sorry, a fourth of the planet is going to be ripped off by this wayward little crapper. Not sure I'm all for the idea of some new start in a cold, space station off in the middle of nowhere...
But still, you have to wonder, what happens when 1/4 of Ceuli goes floating through the ISM. Will it begin a chain of events? Planetery objects crashing into each other like dominoes, the whole universe as we know it, destroyed by some stroke of luck.
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| and I feel like Adam
seeing countless created beast
after beast:
the dappled mare,
a boundless, soaring falcon
and the loyal hound.
"But for Adam, no suitable helper was found."
exhausted with longing
when will I wake
and see the fearless image
flesh of my flesh
at last
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