Unseen

........,...As though he saw the INVISIBLE God, he refused to turn back. (Hebrews 11:27 GNT)

Life is stratified

All known is classified

The seen and the unseen

The visible and the invisible

The seen

Five senses

High fences

Mental pencils

Sketches aided by lenses

Googles of the physical

Searching the web of reality

Results in humanity

Links of sensuality

The world seen

Shaped by retina

Explained by medulla

Images enslaved by eyesight

Restricted by nights

Confined world

Bound in dimensions

What many believe to be tangible

What their ears term audible

What their nerves call plausible

A sure probable

The unseen

The abstract

Beyond the nerve tract

No physical sense can paint

Yet so plain

Ideas and convictions

Lacking the senses edition

The invisible

Unrestricted by time and space

A world without dimensions

Immeasurable expressions

The abode of wisdom and folly

Household of love and hate

A world where words breathe

Where sentences take form

So real

Yet not seen

Dear human

Can you destroy what is not seen?

Can what is not seen fade?

Can the invisible be altered?

If your answer is my present thought

Then why do we build on the visible?

Hope on the physical?

Trust on the seen?

Hold on to the friend of our senses?

For if the physical can be altered

Then is it authentic?

Decisions that impact are made in the unseen

Faith decides fate

But even in the unseen

Extremes are seen

The bigger and the lesser

Choose wisely

Love over hate

Wisdom over folly

It is a blessing

That God is unseen

Visible only to closed eyes

Shut to the visible

Real to bent knees

It proves He can't be altered

That He remains

Today the Poet says

"Trust the unseen"

Papa

You say you love me

But You leave me by the fire

Is it not to burn me papa?

You say you care

But you leave me under the rain

Won't i catch a cold papa?

You said you will guide me

But how do these thoughts that destroy come in

Won't i err papa?

You said you will protect me

But you saw when the destroyer munched half of my life

Is that not wicked papa?

You said you will be with me

But i only see my reflection on these waters

How do i believe papa?

You said It is finished

But questions still exist

What finished papa?

You said i am a success

But failure laughs me to scorn daily

Do you now lie papa?

You said am free

But chains of addictions seem to torment me

Am confused papa

You said am a king

But i toil like a slave and earn like i worked for free

Am on my knees papa

You said am a victor

But how many times must i lose to prove victory

I cry papa

Papa am being real to you

I don't want to confess

What my heart questions

Can't faith be a reality?

What will it take papa?

What will it take for me to live?

Papa stares

With tears He stares

Coming down the stairs

To answer your scariest fears

But what a surprise

He looks exactly like you

After moments of staring

He speaks

I am indeed a father

Your papa

That's why i won't answer your questions

Answers will confuse your mind

But love will perfect understanding

Why do you still breathe?

Why did the fire not burn you?

Why did you not catch a cold and die?

Why did you not err to a point of no forgiveness?

Why did the destroyer not swallow the other half of your life?

Was it your reflection you saw or you saw me in the waters?

Questions did not finish,but wrong answers finished to leave me as the only answer to "questions".

Yea,failure laughs at you for being a success

Have you attempted to walk out of those broken chains?

Why do you work for what is free?

Who said you lost?what is the yardstick?

Son,let your heart do the confessing

For faith and trust answers every question

One truth makes faith a reality

A clause that gives faith hope

I love you

So go on and live

Because I love you.

Will and Inheritance

Daddy is wealthy

Rich in virtues

Possessions beyond definition

Grand estates including the universe

The old man

Thoughts torturing his sleep

He is rich

He is wealthy

Successful

Influential

Who will succeed this tycoon?

Who will manage this wealth?

Even as he rolls with discomfort on his comfortable bed

He thinks about his sons

All those that are related

The old man is dead

His life is celebrated

He has lived well

He was indeed great

His family gathers

All those related assemble

His friends and associates

No stranger is seen

For only family can partake in His will

There must be death before Will

The possessor must die for the heir to be the possessor

The King had a Will

His virtues and possessions willed to His children

But death before Will

So He came

In flesh He came

Lived the life to be inherited

The spotless life

The prosperous life

The victorious life

Then He died

Died so we can access His will

Posses His willed lived life by faith

After His victorious ascension

The Holy Spirit comes

The custodian and revealer of the Father's will

He is still reading that Will today

Telling us of our inheritance in Christ

What the father willed

Our share and part in it

But only those that know Him

Only those that He knows as friend and family

Can indeed be partakers of this inheritance

Do you feel sad because you are not part of that company?

He can still know you

And you can still know Him

He died but still lives

So come join this grand family

The company of the firstborns

For it is the will of the Father that all men should come to the knowledge of Him.

The dead fruits of a doomed earth

Distorted

Only traces of His glory are left

The earth is the Lord's

But the god of the earth

The almighty's representative

Lost it to the cunning serpent

God still rules over the affairs of men

But not as He desires

His glory is still resident

But it is not as intended

Man is no longer Gods image at natural birth

Cause sin begets sin

The line of Adam

Getting worse at every generation

Even the works of their hands

Their intelligence

Creativity and wisdom

All is diluted by self,sin and satan

So Leonardo's painting

Einstein's findings

All reflect a distorted glory

A shadow

The earth can't produce any longer

For the prince of darkness rules

In every fleeting second

It counts down to its final destruction

But there is a generation

Not born of man

Conceived by the holy spirit

The line of kings

The redeemed ones

Who live on the earth

But are not of the earth

They carry the perfect intentions of God

Dreamers of a new earth

The earth that was before the first sin

Where God's glory is intact

Their works

Their skills

Their wisdom

Their beauty

Their culture

Their lives

All a reflection of the excellence they see by faith in the new earth

Showing the dying earth a new glory

The hope of something better

For the earnest expectation of the creatures is the manifestation of the Sons

Even as i stand by faith on the soil of this new earth

Breathing in the air of His love

Under the sun of His righteousness

I invite all

Before earth's time is up

Come up!

Ascend to the hope of a new earth

Available only on the mountain of His grace.

The Stain only Jordan can cleanse

General Naaman sitting on the balcony of his majestic house.

Mind wandering far on issues close by

A faithful servant of Syria

Commander of the royal army

Never any loss

Except one

Looking at his skin

His present state

White coloration

Irritating to look upon

Leprosy

So even a general

With the fame and money

Can have a stain

The last physician used egg yokes and clay on his body for days

Still no positives

His wife had told him about this prophet in Isreal

Whispers of grace from a servant lips

With gold and silver in his chariot,

he arrives in Isreal

With letters from the Syrian King,

he knocks on the gate of the Israeli king

Wrong gate

False perception

Can money buy salvation?

Can earthly kings administer healing?

"Go dip yourself in the Jordan river seven times and your skin will be like that of a new baby" the messenger from Elisha tells Him.

Naaman goes mad in rage

You sent for me

I came

I waited for hours

That not enough

You don't come out but send a servant

Then now Jordan river?

Are not Abana and Pharpar rivers at home better?

Can't i get saved on my own terms?

Enough humiliation for a day

Naaman rants

In annoyance he sets out for the Palace

A member of his entourage comes close

"Master if he had told you to fast and kill animals and do other great things, thou would have done but he says wash and be clean"

Seeing wisdom in his servant words

He changes course to the Jordan river

Looking at his skin one more time at the bank of the river

The imperfect skin

The stain

The reproach that influence could not clear

The stench wealth can't erase

In the presence of onlookers at the river bank

Almost naked except his draws

The general swallows pride and gets submerged in the flow of "the descender"

The leprosy of Sin

Ugly to look upon

In all the earthly glory

In all the victories in ambition and riches

Still no victory over this leprosy

This piece echoes the words of the messenger of Elisha

But won't you be offended?

The Jordan river

Christ's blood flow

Accepting that life

Would need humility and sincerity

But you see it as costly

So you prefer covering up the leprosy

Wearing overalls even in hot seasons

Covering up your leprosy with good deeds

Only the blood of Christ can cleanse

So go down to your draws

Naked before The LORD

Drop all the riches and fame

Accept in humility

Damn the shame

Damn the rejection from men

For your healing is personal

Dip seven times

The seal of perfection,

Love and the spirit of God

Then your skin be like a new babe

Remember only the likes of babes will see the Kingdom of God.

The Shabbath (Day of Rest)

Man has been created

The Almighty is elated

The master piece

The final piece

Six days of work

On the seventh

He rests

God do not sleep

But He rested

The Holy Lord

Entered His rest

Keep the sabbath holy

Moses voice rings coldly

Work all six days

But on the seventh

No work

No labour

Even your animals

For this is the Lord's command

His desire

For a covenant with you and your generations

*Wherefore the children of Israel shall keep the sabbath, to observe the sabbath throughout their generations, for a perpetual covenant.

Stretch forth your hand

The withered arm is restored

A stir amongst the pharisees

Jesus had said

Is it lawful to do good on the sabbath or to do evil?

To save a life or to kill?

Numb and dumb

They look as Joseph brothers

I am the Lord of the sabbath

More confusion and anger

God had set an example

He entered His rest

He rested on the seventh day

He declared it holy

He hallowed it

He blessed it

The day of rest

The day of worship

The day of fellowship

The day of salvation

The day of deliverance

The day of sanctification

The seventh day is not a day of the week

It is today

It has been sabbath since Jesus died

He ushered us into the sabbath

Now we rest

We cease from all our works

We accept Jesus

The Lord of the sabbath

We rest

Rest on the perfection of the seventh day

Rest on the finished works of Christ

"Come all ye who are laboured and heavy laden and I will give ye rest"

Says Adonai of the sabbath

We keep the sabbath holy

Giving praise and worship all day

Any one that disobeys

That works on the sabbath

Shall experience the second death

The question now is

Have you being keeping the sabbath?

*Exodus 31:16 (KJV) Hebrews 4

Son of Righteousness

Sunny day

The desert sun staring furiously on the barren ground

An entourage of holy men make way to Damascus for righteous slaughter

Saul, the captain of the band looks at the blazing sun

"We should be at Damascus by sunset" he says

A lot running through his mind

These Jesus people have pushed it to far

Proclaiming heresy

The resurrection of a dead man!

That not enough

That he is God?

"This men are certainly blind" he thinks aloud

Blinded by the devil

Misguided by satan

"I can see!! " Paul exclaims

Ananias smiles at the childish attitude of Paul

The once feared persecutor

Now a humble visitor

A lot must have happened on Damascus road

Even his name has changed

"A bright light, brighter than the sun

Heaven surely must have opened"

Said Paul to the listening ear of Ananias

"He said I was persecuting Him

Oh! I have been blind all this while" Paul lamented

Until that light from heaven

Revelation from Mercy seat

The blinding light of Christ

Continually shines on our hearts

Our blind eyes will continue to see blindly

Paul had been blind

Far before Damascus encounter

The Light only revealed his real state

No wonder his decisions killed instead of saving

The vision of blind men looking at a situation is always darkness

Until we encounter this light

This saving light

That true light that lights up every man

The Son of Righeousness

The Sun of Righteousness

What is actually an error will look right to us

What is wrong will please our hearts

Great is the darkness when the eyes are blind

You are never to experienced to experience the light over and over

Paul never fully recovered from that light

His brightness continually reflected on Paul

So why don't we look up with faith laden hearts

Hoping the light intervenes 

If we be on any Damascus journey.

Selah.