Saturday, July 29, 2006
The Promise of the Lord God
The wheels turn ever and ever
By the grace and wonder of water
By happiness of Sun and Moon
By the wonders of Life so granted
Then a great fool came forwards
A great spear gleamed in his arm
With a mighty throw, a great thrust
It was embedded within the spokes
There sounded great clangs and crankings
Whilst all became silent and still
Water was still flowing
Sun and moon still shone
Life was still wonderful
But the wheel had ceased its motion
Rust had crept, in dealings of great damage
Embedding deep within into its very heart
Upon rust did the wheel focus
And not upon wonders
In suffering it was bonded for a great age
To rust it spoke and bade it leave
But rust remained, though unwilling
No comfort did both find
Better would both have been detached
From the clingings of each other
Into unsightly embrace
Then came the Scalpter, with his tools agleaming
Stepping forth and beholding the wheel
Which found favour and pity in his sight
Groans and pressures, pains and fears
Such was that undergone whilst the Scalptor worked
Alas was freed the rust that clung
Alas the spear was removed and thrown
Shine and gleam had been restored
To the wheel that turns ever
And the Scalptor smiled at His work
Giving great polish to the wheel
"Ever," said He who scraped the rust
If spike or sharp object comes to taunt you,
Reveal your shine under light of sun that is beautiful
That eyes of evil men be blinded
That hard will be your armour
That no thorn may pass your flesh
Remember now the wonders of the world
Bask in happiness for you were made for a purpose
I shall fit you with a great wagen
And you shall work as I bid you
And you will not tire
Never ceasing to praise Me who saved you
Find happiness in your burdens
Do not stay and weep
Grow stronger with each load you bear
Be My wheel always
Set things in motion according to My will
Tire not and if you have a puncture, come to Me and I shall restore you
And at the end of it all, when you are old and spent
You shall not be cast away into pits and burned
But recycled and brought up
Coming with Me in the form of new objects which I shall make you
Staying by My side, in a wondrous haven
For you have become an object of greatness
No longer a wheel that toils
But one who receives rewards as I shall deal them
Take heart and struggle through!
Your paths of million thorns await!
Remember well My Words!!
My Promise I shall keep!!"
Thus the wheel heard and began to churn once more
By light of Sun and Moon
Of cloud and brightened sky
By flame and water
By darkness and thunder
By wind and rain
By peace or anger
By the beauty of life so granted
In all its magnificent glory
Has the wheel creaked and cranked
And began to churn once more
And the Scalptor smiled for all was well pleasing in his sight =)
Posted by The Inflamed at 11:23 AM
