My soul can slumber no more.

I hope those now-lost-souls,
eyes tied shut, around me
will awake and arise
to the expanse
of your obsession
with each impassioned response.
May each one be-awaken to love!

Within Waiting

Your pant

Captures my emotions

but runs away swiftly

Whispering past my hearing,

“I’ll be back soon!”

My love is behind the lattice

And I am within, waiting

For just the scent of your breath,

Again.

Let it be done
Thundering
Lightning
Across the pitch-black of lightlessness

Grandeur revealed
Travesty
Majesty
His glorious appearing subdues

No one escapes
Righteousness
Comeliness
At Reconciliation’s Moment

No one escapes
Grandeur revealed
Let it be done
Lightning
Majesty
Comeliness
Thundering
Travesty
Righteousness
At Reconciliation’s Moment
His glorious appearing subdues
Across the pitch-black of lightlessness

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ISAIAH 53

Who has believed our report? And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed? For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant, And as a root out of dry ground. He has no form or comeliness; And when we see Him, There is no beauty that we should desire Him. He is despised and rejected by men, A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; He was despised, and we did not esteem Him. Surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken, Smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; We have turned, every one, to his own way; And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed and He was afflicted, Yet He opened not His mouth; He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, And as a sheep before its shearers is silent, So He opened not His mouth. He was taken from prison and from judgment, And who will declare His generation? For He was cut off from the land of the living; For the transgressions of My people He was stricken. And they made His grave with the wicked-But with the rich at His death, Because He had done no violence, Nor was any deceit in His mouth. Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise Him; He has put Him to grief. When You make His soul an offering for sin, He shall see His seed, He shall prolong His days, And the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in His hand. He shall see the labor of His soul, and be satisfied. By His knowledge My righteous Servant shall justify many, For He shall bear their iniquities. Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great, And He shall divide the spoil with the strong, Because He poured out His soul unto death, And He was numbered with the transgressors, And He bore the sin of many, And made intercession for the transgressors.

Jesus was beaten and spat upon by priests and soldiers and the crowd cried “Crucify Him!”  They did not know who He was and Is!  Before His death Jesus said “Forgive them for they know not what they do!”  There are many today that know the name of Jesus but He is someone different to them than their Lord and Savior!

We have the most beautiful gift that God could give, for he gave us the freedom to choose to love Him or not!

Last Supper

Tasted, the wine and the bread speak to me

liberty from critique

released by compensation’s disbursement

meant to change what’s remiss

I cling to the memory of your work

and shirk not at your love.

Jerry P. Quinn © September 7, 2003