Lament of Relentless
dear GOD...
Destructive, RAGING, tempestuous skies
Fragmented, crushed, humbled cries
Deliver us from E V I L
agonizing upheaval
Where have You gone?
are you God of overcome?
You watchin’ from above?
puttin’ on the G L O V E S ?
Cold world, grab your coats
bring your oars, get in the boat
Don’t lose Your faith in me
H O P E is my decree
and thugs can rule
don’t matter your health cruel
Runnin’ from the chess board
dangling over the sword
Truth is I love You
and what man can’t construe
is my life, your life, the LIES
we DON’T authorize
And yeah the sales can rise
but I was born to create
and it might not equate
with the demons in my head
cause I’m chasing Your B R E A D
of L I F E, not the end
Help me to transcend
the world of paralyzed
on the road to Glorified
Jonah couldn’t outrun
in 40 days they were undone
Take us to the food lines,
wars, borders of our times
where humans are sold
and history paroled
Greed of gangsters exposed
Principalities transposed
No order for the good
It’s a matrix procured
Drug the people
give ‘em the needle
And we’re not feeble?
NO ENERGY FOR YOU
Ecclesiastes in review
A time for every season
They lastin’ beyond reason
Tell me it’s okay
You got this decay?
ANd when we P R A Y out LOUD
for those who rule proud
and you’re ready to condemn
I know I’m just like them
YOU SEE MY MAD DANCE
around this suspicious trance
Help us catch Your drift
of why we exist?
wHAt
HaVe
wE
miSSed?
YOU.
“For as Jonah became a sign to the people of Nineveh, so will the Son of Man be to this generation.” - L U K E 1 1 : 3 0
The ground continues to shake —
There is only One King.
UPDATE 6/19/25
Lately, Substack’s Notes App (the one you mostly use on a phone or iPad) has my Substack and many other Substacks hidden — A really nice group of fellow writer/artist friends. It took a few years to make these friends on Notes (an app “attachment” to our Substack websites that I was completely unsure of - because, like Instagram, they usually mess good things up). I have/had a lovely community that’s been removed from my view (for the most part) and I from them. We lift each other up, encourage, when the rest of the world feels silent, walking by with their head down or rage driving in Southern California.
Thank you email subscribers, from the bottom of my heart, if you’re reading. It’s very strange to be in the dark — hence, I have a “black” background to match :) — which somehow started all of this algorithm stuff and threw my Substack into space.
I love space.
Ominous galaxies, from minuscule, like us — to galaxies with a few million stars and giant galaxies with trillions of stars. To me, they represent so many of us down below. Yet none of us are as incredible as one star within a dwarf galaxy. It reminds me of the question I ask my littlest granddaughter: “Do you know how much I love you?” — Her answer: “More than the stars, the moon, the sun and back to earth.”
His Love is everywhere. In the stars with our thoughts — circling the moon, wondering if there’s room up there away from this burning earth — passing the sun, temporary warmth touching our faces — and back to earth. Reality.
I struggle with myself. I struggle with my faith. I struggle with the amount of hate and evil in our world. I am here to love. To seek truth.
The rest? We will all answer some day…
So with that said, I’m tagging my community of friends (and if you’ve left me - it’s okay - I’ve had to stop a few paid subscriptions because I was a bit out of control - I still love you) Also: Substack has many glitches and one of them has been removing us from publications we have subscribed to. If you are a subscriber to a publication and haven’t seen it in awhile — check to see if you’ve been removed by the glitch. Most of us will never remove a subscriber. It’s that Instagram feeling of “oh yeah, I used to follow them and then they disappeared.” They never disappeared.
Wild Lion*esses Pride from Jay
Keep the creativity flowing, you are on a roll, a mission. I love the swirling poem image, too. 🙌
Poor Jonah, the reluctant prophet who was sent by God to preach repentance to the people of Ninevah; they agreed, led by their king and judgement was spared. Jonah was not happy that such wicked people were given a chance of redemption. I can understand his lack of happiness, but God works in mysterious ways.
Ninevah at the time was a great city; it is in modern day Mosul in Iraq. Can you imagine what would happen today if a Jewish prophet would preach redemption to any city of wicked people? And that they would heed his exhortations? It does not seem possible.
Truly, it would take great imagination to foresee such an event today. Perhaps, Deborah, you see something happening that will turn history on its head. Now, that would be an exciting event.