Tuesday, January 12, 2010

New Church in Australia, The (Swedenborgian) - Splash Page -- All Welcome --

New Church in Australia, The (Swedenborgian) - Splash Page -- All Welcome --

15 comments:

poetryfortherevolution said...

A Wedding in Paradise



Angels from the Lord were sent

To trumpet-wide His firmament;

Where on His day-dawn clouds to bear

Treasures for His wedded pair;

As cherubs trade their swords for rice:

Betrothing Earth to Paradise.

poetryfortherevolution said...

A Wedding in Paradise



Angels from the Lord were sent

To trumpet-wide His firmament;

Where on His day-dawn clouds to bear

Treasures for His wedded pair;

As cherubs trade their swords for rice:

Betrothing Earth to Paradise.

poetryfortherevolution said...

E=MC 2

When at last the house is empty
And you’re setting with your mate,
In the vespers of the evening,
Having a tête-à-tête,

And you’re looking for life’s answer
In the eyes eternal hue;
May the good Lord send His Blessing?
To prove your love was true:
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With a bolt from out E ternity,
To M ass within a C of light;
Astride a swirling gossamer
Voluted into flight;

On the murmur of a humming-heard,
To alight a fairy’s kite;
Tethered to a drop of dew
On the web of love’s delight.

poetryfortherevolution said...

The Messenger

I passed by your window in the early Morn;
Your doors were shut and your curtains drawn;
Yet, though I knew you were wrapped in sleep
I thought the news to good to keep.

So, I tossed up a pebble to tinkle your pane;
I guess you thought it was merely rain.
And, I sang you an Obade, there in the dark;
Perhaps you thought it was just a lark.

Or was it He who shed the rain
You thought you heard upon your pane;
As wasn’t it He, passed ages dark,
Who gave the voice to the Lark.

But lest I disturb you with my song,
I’ll pick up my verse and just move along:
For the evening has passed and the night is gone,
And there on the mountain is the Trumpet of Dawn.



An Obade is song sung at dawn in honour of someone

poetryfortherevolution said...

The Flinch

Truth cries out, now and then,
As if an echo were a friend,
To flinch and shy away again.

More Wright than wrong

poetryfortherevolution said...

When it becomes more widely known (and politically advantageous to acknowledge) that our Founding Fathers read Swedenborg, and that Swerdenborg’s “Maximus Homo” was the paradigm for the United States Constitution.

poetryfortherevolution said...

Colloidal Silver may be use to purify Water; (replacing chlorine and fluorine); spray crops; (replacing poisonous pesticides); disinfect surfaces, such as endoscopes; (replacing caustic chemicals); Silver is an antibiotic and antivirus, that was of historic success during the plague in Europe when so many that could afford silver survived.

poetryfortherevolution said...

Universal Mandated Healthcare Insurance will have the side effect of insuring that all persons will have Universal Mandated Healthcare.
Bridi da Costa's plight bore terrible similarities to last fall's shocking case of a Brooklyn mother, Tabitha Mullings, who lost her hands and legs to gangrene caused by a bacterial infection.
The model's ordeal made international news after an ordinary illness turned into a life-and-death battle with a bacteria, Pseudomonas aeruginosa, that raced through her veins.
Bridi da Costa first visited doctors in late December and, like Mullings, was initially diagnosed with kidney stones.
She was transferred to a hospital on Jan. 3 in what is known as septic shock, during which the infection caused irreparable tissue damage.
Doctors made the decision to amputate her hands and feet in what proved to be a futile effort to bring the rampant infection under control.

poetryfortherevolution said...

God looked down upon the Earth and
He saw:
Devout Arabs, bowing to Mecca;
And there were
Whirling Dervishes; Chanting Monks,
spinning prayer-wheels, and
Wailers, Wailing at the Wall;
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Contrite Christians, crying in the street,
“I am saved and justified;”
and saintly Priests, in goodly robes crying,
“Hail to Mary;”
But then He saw Men on
White Horses
and said: “here are
My Templars!”

poetryfortherevolution said...

The Quest of Johnny Appleseed
(Looking for Lincoln)

With a sack of seed,
A page to read,
And a countenance of joy;

He carried the theme
Of Heaven’s dream
To a Lad in Illinois.

poetryfortherevolution said...

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The Coming Light

Do angels light on your hair at night,


When you’re asleep and your soul’s in flight;


As butterflies might pause in flight


To await the coming light~


I think they might.

poetryfortherevolution said...

Complacency

The hounds are in the kennel;
The bugler’s in his bed;

The horse is at the Hitch
And the saddle’s in the shed;

The fox is in the chicken coup,
So what is there to dread.

poetryfortherevolution said...

E.S.

He went into his Closet,
In search of a cloak to wear;

And touched the sleeve of a seamless weave
O linen white and fair.

As blessed, I’m sure, are the poor;
Goodwill is Heaven sent:

With hand-me-down clothes,
(in a manner of prose)
That covers us like a tent.

poetryfortherevolution said...

Colloidal Silver may be use to purify Water;
(replacing chlorine and fluorine); spray crops; (replacing poisonous pesticides); disinfect surfaces, such as endoscopes; (replacing caustic chemicals); and is an antibiotic and antivirus, that was of historic success during the plague in Europe when so many died because they could not afford the $400 cost

poetryfortherevolution said...

Psalm 46

God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear?
Though the earth be removed,
And though the mountains be
Carried into the midst of the sea;
Though the waters thereof roar
And be troubled, though the mountains
Shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.