Yahweh my Shepherd : December 2014

Tuesday, December 30, 2014


We who know, 
Of Love's dire tune,
 Of ocean's calling forth, 
From the depths of Darkness, 
Can return to see the saved, 
Can save the sea of suns, C
an see the sea of nuns,
 Calling you forward, Free, 
Be free, 
Forever In Thee, 
My Love - 

See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11830989-Who--by-KRD#sthash.tYnW7Qo6.dpuf

Friday, December 26, 2014


Patrick Kavanagh 

We are the children of light, 
    Wise, not companioned
    By goats
    In a condemned graveyard.

    Backward blowing
    Blizzards of memory
    Flatten out
    The genealogies.

    But here a point,
    The objective essence
    We work in.
    We shall not drink from the stink-pots.

    Gospel spread
    With tin shovels,
    We are this generation.

Check out Patrick Kavanagh's Collected Poems this poet is a very interesting poet who dwells on the inner being, and thoughts that correspond feel free to read more on different sites and collections.

Thursday, December 25, 2014


Family Happiness:

"How good life is!" he said
I sighed, I don't know why.
"Well?" he asked.
Life is good." I repeated after him
Again we were silent, and again I felt uncomfortable.

This is the first of three stories in Leo Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilych introduced by Rigina Marler. This book has been extremely interesting so far, and is by far one of the best short story read's I've found. Leo Tolstoy is a legendary author with dozens of literary success's in a variety of different places. Specifically Russian Literature.

I suggest this as a read for anyone!


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

After Robert E Howard

Move me out to the mountain there.
    There to its leeside cave,
Carry me in that cold night air
    Into my secret grave.
And sing that dirge for hero’s sung.
    Let bell with hammer chime,
There where the skull white moon is hung.
    Down to the end of Time.

Let them come sing to horizons
    Chants all sung from of old,
And let them mumble orisons.
    Bury me with their gold.
And place no guard for this cave is
    Hidden most well alee,
For each who comes to my grave is
    A daughter of the sea.

Leave me alone and uninterred,
    And let the Sirens come!
They’ll weep for me as love deferred,
    There to the tide’s loud drum.
And let the wives of centaurs weep.
    They’ll mourn me who  was brave,
And kiss my forehead where I sleep
    Deep in this mountain cave.

Inspired by Robert E. Howard
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11766849-After-Robert-E.-Howard-by-Eusebius#sthash.tdlBtbEo.dpuf

Monday, December 22, 2014


Danny Gurnett
Check it out 

I've read about 62 or so pages of this and it is wonderful! A praise again for underground poetry, as Danny Gurnett explores the imagination in a whole new way. With vivid style and write, this is a must read for anyone!


Sunday, December 21, 2014



Eternity of Self, 

Enclosure with God,

Existence, of Depth,


Of continuation,

Or Compliance,

Of Love,

Or thought.


Preparation of satisfaction indefinite - The Delicate Treaty - 

Conscious - Unconscious 

Substance - Un-substance

Speak - Talk

Hear - Listen

Grow - Lift 

Friday, December 19, 2014

Edgar Albert

Christmas, 1918

They give their all, this Christmastide, that peace on earth shall reign;
Upon the snows of Flanders now, brave blood has left its stain;
With ribbons red we deck our gifts; theirs bear the red of pain.

They give their lives that joy shall live and little children play;
They pass that all that makes for peace shall not be swept away;
They die that children yet unborn shall have their Christmas Day.

Come! deck the home with holly wreaths and make this Christmas glow,
And let Old Glory wave above the bough of mistletoe!
Come! keep alive the faith of them who sleep 'neath Flanders snow.

Ye brave of heart who dwell at home, make merry now a-while;
The world has need of Christmas cheer its sorrows to beguile;
And blest is he whose love can light grief's corners with a smile.

Ring out once more, sweet Christmas bells, your message to the sky,
Proclaim in golden tones again to every passer-by
That peace shall rule the lands of earth, and only war shall die.

Let love's sweet tenderness relieve war's cruel crimson clutch,
Send forth the Christmas spirit, every troubled heart to touch;
Blest will be all we do for them who do for us so much.
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/Christmas,-1918#sthash.sEGNnbYt.dpuf

Phil Wickham - "This is Amazing Grace"

This song is an amazing reminder of God's infinite Love and grace as we find ways to praise God even more and more! May this song be a blessing.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014


To be what God has set us to become, is the most exciting event that could ever happen in our lives.

To him who was slain, who was beaten. 

Glory Forever

Can we lay down what we think is true for the very essence of truth? Can we rise and sing the song of our redemption.

Victory is ours...We can never be defeated.

And the Word was God, and God was the Word, and the Word was with God. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Monday, December 15, 2014


Rasputin's Shadow 


"My mentor's unshakable faith, his intense passion, and his formidable inner strength had all combined to make a remarkable healer out of him, but this would require everything at our disposal. The life of a young child hung in the balance, and not just any child. This was the heir to the throne. Failure would mean a shameful end to our crusade."

"The Alexander Palace, he told me, was magnificent. He had never seen anything like it. The reception rooms were enormous, paved with acres of the finest marble and illuminated by dazzling chandeliers."

"The next morning, Madame Lokhtina received an excited phone call from Tsarskoye Selo. The heir had woken without crying. He seemed in perfect health."

Raymond Khoury

Detailed look at a specific lifestyle, and group of individuals. A Priest meets a specific Godly person and there is a lot of different royalty involved. 



There are 16 million shades of grey
There is no black
There is no white
You have to draw your own line
It may or may not be straight
There are always mitigating circumstances
Judgement can only be based
On passed-down wisdom and self-experience
Stopping to take stock
Is not an option
You can never find yourself
You can only conform or differ
From each perceived image
The cataracts of common sense
Can never be removed
Focusing on reality’s a fallacy

- Gerald England 

Check out more poetry at http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/

This poem is full of wisdom and truth as it glides across a tapestry of tomorrow, slowly fascinating with each step and word.

Thumbs up! 


Thursday, December 11, 2014

Ram Das / Krishna Das

Open to the Infinite


Living at the inner Directions Gathering

Must Read! 

This collection of thoughtful pieces of literature are on my list to read...


Be-A-Voice Network - The Voice of the Martyrs


December 10, 2014
Dear Friends:
A week after leading 40 people to Christ, Pao and the 40 Christian converts
were attacked by a large group of police officers and village guards during a
worship service. On July 13, the group was worshiping in one of the believers'
homes in northern Vietnam, when officers broke into the meeting. One man hit
Pao, injuring his face. The officers and guards destroyed the home with
hammers and crowbars, and told the homeowner that they would throw him in
prison if he continued hosting worship services. Pao has been imprisoned
repeatedly for his evangelistic outreach. During one two-year imprisonment,
he was given the nickname "The Buffalo Man" after being forced to walk on all
fours like a water buffalo as part of his torture. Although he knows he risks
being imprisoned and tortured again, he continues to evangelize to Hmong
VOM Sources
Photo: Pao, an evangelist, has been arrested and tortured many times before
because of his evangelism.

Pray for Pao's continued work amongst tribal people. He has been imprisoned and tortured in the past, and authorities
continue to try to stop him from sharing the gospel to tribal people in Vietnam. Pray also that the new Hmong Christians will
continue to meet and remain steadfast in their faith in spite of the hostility from local authorities as well as their own family
and friends. VOM contacts say new believers face the most persecution from government officials.
"For what credit is it if, when you are beaten for your faults, you take it patiently? But when you do good and suffer, if you
take it patiently, this is commendable before God." 1 Peter 2:20
VOM helps provide travel expenses for prisoners' family members in Vietnam to visit them and bring them funds, medicine,
clothing and food. VOM also supports men and women like Pao, who are sharing the gospel on the front-lines.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Water Words

Underground Poetry:

This is the best type of poetry if you ask me, underground poets, who without a clue nor a cause write extremely beautiful poetry without the slightest of help, or knowledge on the poetry 'industry'. Every year over 150,000 books are published. Most are probably under a traditional publisher but a growing amount are published through self-publishing companies. 

This book was published the the amazon subsidy createspace. 

I really encourage people check out this poetry and other underground poets all around the world.

I've only read like 1/4th of the this collection so far, but every bit of it amazing.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


The Marquis de Sade

A strange but lucid formation of different and agreemeatnts of different individuals. A very brilliant text.

1802. (A portrait in Charles Noider's Memories, Incidents and Portraits of the Revolution and the Empire, where he deals with the Saint Pelagie Prison.)
"One of these persons rose very early, because he was to be transferred and had been warned of this. All I could see at first was a frightful obesity which so hampered the man's movements that he could not display a vestige of that grace and elegance, hints of which are to be seen in his general comportment. Yet the weary eyes still preserved a hint of brilliance and subtlety which flare up from time to time like a dying spark in a dead coal"


Voice of the Martyrs

     Little 3-year-old “Joel” was on his way home from Sunday school when Islamic terrorists ripped his children’s Bible from his hands and tossed it onto a burning pile. Joel ran after his Bible and tried to scoot it out of the flames with a stick. When one of the insurgents saw him, he shoved Joel’s head into the fire and held it down with his boot. “You stubborn infidel,” the man hissed.

This is a devastating example of the cruelty of certain Islamic Sects. This poor child was burnt for something completely devoid of human compassion.

 I just ask that anyone reading this keep little Joel in their prayers, as he goes through special treatment's to make sure his facial reconstruction goes well. Prayers for Finances for his operation. 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Light Within Darkness

light within darkness

A darkness reaches
Its way
Inside of me.

Goneght, knowing running
Cannot help.
But it is too strong.

I will be Lost
in the Never-ending stream
of Anguish and Despair.

But suddenly, a Light.
It takes form into something
Beautiful: Love.

I am safe in his arms.
He will keep me With him.
The darkness is Gone.
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11796090-light-within-darkness-by-Silentweeper96#sthash.KlBAw3QO.dpuf

- This is a really interesting poem...Very brief but tells so much. A wonderful tale of God's Love I see, in a short but sleek poem.

Friday, December 5, 2014


Check out creation.com for awesome information about God, life, Eternity, and questions of science and nature. As they explore God's glory in finding ways to communicate the word, as well as the facts to the people.

Very interesting website, worth the visit! Check out some videos, or go to the Creation Journal, and quest for things unknown. 


Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Radical Christianity

Forced to Hide from Muslim Radicals
Pastor "Faiz" and his family remain in hiding nearly one year after the pastor
was beaten by a group of radical Muslims and forced to leave his village. In
October 2013, a group of Muslims and the village leader began to threaten
Pastor Faiz when they learned that he had told Christians not to eat sacrificed
meat. Before threatening the pastor, the Muslims beat a Christian man who
had refused his Muslim neighbor's offering of food, saying that eating
sacrificed meat was wrong, according to his pastor's recent teaching. On Oct.
29, after a week of threats, the Muslims chased and beat Pastor Faiz, forcing
him to leave the village he had lived in for almost 25 years. Pastor Faiz's
church has been closed, but Christians continue to meet privately.
VOM Sources
Photo: Pastor Faiz and his family are still in hiding after he was beaten by
radical Muslims and forced to leave an area he had lived and ministered in for
more than 25 years.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death.  For God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do. By sending his own Son the likeness of sinful flesh and for sin, he condemned sin in the flesh,  in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.  For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.  For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace. For the mind that is set on the flesh is hostile to God, for it does not submit to God’s law; indeed, it cannot. Those who are in the flesh cannot please God.
 You, however, are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if in fact the Spirit of God dwells in you. Anyone who does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him.  But if Christ is in you, although the body is dead because of sin, the Spirit is life because of righteousness.  If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit who dwells in you.

Heirs with Christ

 So then, brothers,5 we are debtors, cnot to the flesh, to live according to the flesh.  For if you live according to the flesh you will die, but if by the Spirit you dput to death the deeds of the body, you will live.  For all who are eled by the Spirit of God are fsons6 of God.  For gyou did not receive hthe spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of iadoption as sons, by whom we cry, j“Abba! Father!”  kThe Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God,  and if children, thenlheirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, mprovided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.

The renewal of mind, spirit, and body. Only comes through Christ! Only through his redemptive powers, are we saved. Only by his grace do we have faith that we are saved.

God is a God of healing and a God of peace! He is also a God of justice, and demands, that sinners be justified. He provided a way out for us Sinners through is Son Jesus Christ! So we can live Godly, and full lives, and then with him in Heaven after! 

Praise God for his unfailing Love for his creatures on Earth!

Monday, December 1, 2014

PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose HD

PJ Harvey Announces Poetry Book The Hollow of the Hand

PJ Harvey has announced her first book: a 224-page collection of images and poetry created in collaboration with photographer/filmmaker Seamus Murphy, titled The Hollow of the Hand. According to Amazon, the new text arrives October 20, 2015 in the United States (October 8 in the United Kingdom) via Bloomsbury Circus, and was crafted in the wake of her last album, 2011's Let England ShakeThe Hollow of the Hand chronicles the authors' travels around the world between 2011 and 2014, to locations such as Kosovo, Afghanistan, and Washington, D.C.
In a press release, Harvey reflected on the origins of the project:
Gathering information from secondary sources felt too far removed for what I was trying to write about. I wanted to smell the air, feel the soil and meet the people of the countries I was fascinated with. My friend Seamus Murphy and I agreed to grow a project together – I would collect words, he would collect pictures, following our instincts on where we should go.