Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Jan | 01 | The Whispering Word

DESIRE

PREAMBLE :
“And the angel of the LORD came back the second time, and touched him, and said, “Arise and eat, because the journey is too great for you.  So he arose, and ate and drank; and he went in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights as far as Horeb, the mountain of God.  And there he went into a cave, and spent the night in that place; and behold, the word of the LORD came to him, and He said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” So he said, “I have been very zealous for the LORD God of hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken Your covenant, torn down Your altars, and killed Your prophets with the sword. I alone am left; and they seek to take my life.”  Then He said, “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice .

1 Kings 19:7-12  NKJV

Now you will forgive me I hope for recording such a long quote from the Bible to begin with. You see, it is important to me personally that you see the context for this poem, and for my particular poetic voice in the coming 366 Poems, for I truly believe that God speaks more in whispers than in shouts and more in our hearts than in our heads. My personal coming to Him was because of the insistence of that same still small voice that moved with power within my spirit, within my soul, to finally and irresistibly draw me to Himself. An old fashioned truth for nowadays it would appear but still true never the less. 
Unfortunately for some, this still small voice has made we want to shout! 



PERFORMANCE TIPS:
To be said with Gusto! (and if he’s not around then you are on your own.)

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I want not to pass this place O Lord
As a small dust cloud
On a hot and dried out path
Leading nowhere
Save inevitably
To the end

[i]Forgotten.

Nor in silence hold this face O Lord but as loud
As a summer storm breaks quickly on cotton-clad cricketers
Snatching at the [ii]bails of life
Trying to make haste, even
To make fast their
Inner [iii]pavilions
Let me break forth and be!
To speak to hearts of men
To express the inexpressible, and then
To have my tongue
Fork lightning
Blue and strong
To strike and turn dry sand
To [iv]molten glass
Cooled by love’s summer breezes
Replete with fiery furnace colors
Refracting and reflecting
The Royal purples of the eternal king
Beautifully bruised
To present me
Bountifully cleansed
[v]Washed by words
Made strong and stronger
Heart wide and wider still
Easier to seize my ear
In future whispers heard
[vi]To quickly turn all eyes to Thee
The [vii]Wondrous
[viii]Whispering
Word
© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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[i]  Isaiah 40:6 The voice said, "Cry out!" And he said, "What shall I cry?" "All flesh is grass,  And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.” NKJV
[ii] I used to be a wicket keeper, the most dangerous place in Cricket! For my American friends however, I do promise that I will not even attempt the explain the wonders of the second most boring game on the planet. Baseball being the first of course!
So, now that  I have offended a very large percentage of you let me just say that in Cricket, on top of the three stump wicket (are you with me now) are two small pieces of wood called ‘bails’. The falling, or violent removal of these bails by a cricket ball indicates that the batter is out! Anyway, enough, suffice to say that if it starts throwing it down with rain on an England summer’s afternoon, and it surely will, then the white cotton clad cricketers will snatch the bails and take them indoors.  Congratulations my good American friends, you are now better educated!
[iii] All Cricket grounds have a place to change, to store their gear, drink beer, allow teenagers to have their first illicit gropes and of course, shelter from summer storms. These places are called Cricket Pavilions
[iv] I’m pretty sure that it’s in the Film ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ where the main character uses lightening rods to catch lightening from the thunder headed clouds to produce glass for his factory.
[v] Ephesians 5:25-27 says:  Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word, that He might present her to Himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing, but that she should be holy and without blemish. NKJV
[vi] It is interesting that the Word of God is heard and the heart is arrested so that the eyes might then truly see. The Biblical connection between words and spiritual vision is profound. Words are in the end paintings, videos, projections of the speaker on the walls of the hearing heart. I love how Spurgeon, that renowned ‘Prince of Preachers’, records his own testimony of coming to Jesus. Listen to what he says:
I sometimes think I might have been in darkness and despair until now, had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm one Sunday morning, while I was going to a certain place of worship. I turned down a side street, and came to a little Primitive Methodist Church. In that chapel there may have been a dozen or fifteen people. I had heard of the Primitive Methodists, how they sang so loudly that they made people’s heads ache; but that did not matter to me. I wanted to know how I might be saved....
The minister did not come that morning; he was snowed up, I suppose. At last a very thin-looking man, a shoemaker, or tailor, or something of that sort, went up into the pulpit to preach. Now it is well that preachers be instructed, but this man was really stupid. He was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason that he had little else to say. The text was—"LOOK UNTO ME, AND BE YE SAVED, ALL THE ENDS OF THE EARTH" (Isa. 45:22)
He did not even pronounce the words rightly, but that did not matter. There was, I thought, a glimmer of hope for me in that text.
The preacher began thus: "This is a very simple text indeed. It says ‘Look.’ Now lookin’ don’t take a deal of pain. It aint liftin’ your foot or your finger; it is just ‘Look.’ Well, a man needn’t go to College to learn to look. You may be the biggest fool, and yet you can look. A man needn’t be worth a thousand a year to look. Anyone can look; even a child can look.
"But then the text says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Ay!" he said in broad Essex, "many on ye are lookin’ to yourselves, but it’s no use lookin’ there. You’ll never find any comfort in yourselves. Some say look to God the Father. No, look to Him by-and-by. Jesus Christ says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Some on ye say ‘We must wait for the Spirit’s workin.’ You have no business with that just now. Look to Christ. The text says, ‘Look unto Me.’ "
Then the good man followed up his text in this way: "Look unto Me; I am sweatin’ great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am hangin’ on the cross. Look unto Me, I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise again. Look unto Me; I ascend to Heaven. Look unto Me; I am sitting at the Father’s right hand. O poor sinner, look unto Me! Look unto Me!"
When he had . . . . managed to spin out about ten minutes or so, he was at the end of his tether. Then he looked at me under the gallery, and I daresay with so few present, he knew me to be a stranger.
Just fixing his eyes on me, as if he knew all my heart, he said, "Young man, you look very miserable." Well, I did, but I had not been accustomed to have remarks made from the pulpit on my personal appearance before. However, it was a good blow, struck right home. He continued, "And you will always be miserable—miserable in life and miserable in death—if you don’t obey my text; but if you obey now, this moment, you will be saved." Then lifting up his hands, he shouted, as only a Primitive Methodist could do, "Young man, look to Jesus Christ. Look! Look! Look! You have nothing to do but look and live!"
I saw at once the way of salvation. I know not what else he said—I did not take much notice of it—I was so possessed with that one thought . . . . I had been waiting to do fifty things, but when I heard that word, "Look!" what a charming word it seemed to me. Oh! I looked until I could almost have looked my eyes away.
Now, isn’t that a most marvelous testimony! The Holy Spirit’s whisper brought Spurgeon to despair, the Father’s providence brought him to the chapel, the preached Word boomed in his heart and called Him to Christ and in that calling Spurgeon looked until he could almost have ‘looked his eyes away’ and was at that moment, saved. The rest is history. In the Scriptures, ears and eyes go together like a good cheese and a great red wine.
[vii] Judges 13:17-18 Then Manoah said to the Angel of the LORD, "What is Your name, that when Your words come to pass we may honor You?" And the Angel of the LORD said to him, "Why do you ask My name , seeing it is wonderful ?"
Isaiah 9:6 For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful ……….NKJV
[viii] 1 Kings 19:11-12 says: Then He said, "Go out, and stand on the mountain before the LORD." And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice. NKJV
Job 26:4-14 says: To whom have you uttered words? And whose spirit came from you? "The dead tremble, Those under the waters and those inhabiting them. Sheol is naked before Him, And Destruction has no covering.  He stretches out the north over empty space; He hangs the earth on nothing.  He binds up the water in His thick clouds, Yet the clouds are not broken under it. He covers the face of His throne, And spreads His cloud over it. He drew a circular horizon on the face of the waters, At the boundary of light and darkness. The pillars of heaven tremble, And are astonished at His rebuke.  He stirs up the sea with His power, And by His understanding He breaks up the storm. By His Spirit He adorned the heavens; His hand pierced the fleeing serpent. Indeed, these are the mere edges of His ways, And how small a whisper we hear of Him! But the thunder of His power who can understand?" NKJV
That still small voice heard by Eljah the prophet was the same voice that brought me to Jesus on August 28th 1979 when I was in a young sailor on HMSM Renown refitting in Rosyth in the Kingdom of Fife.  It was the little statement of ‘how small a whisper we hear of Him’  followed by the sound of ‘thunder of His power’  which brought turned my eyes to Him and then years later, also propelled me into the ministry of Bible Teaching through WhisperingWord and all things Sixty Six.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Jun | 03 | Frogs Lips


KEY WORD | CHARACTER

  Frogs Lips
PREAMBLE :-
"Again you have heard that it was said to those of old,'You shall not swear falsely, but shall perform your oaths to the Lord.'  But I say to you, do not swear at all: neither by heaven, for it is God's throne;  nor by the earth, for it is His footstool; nor by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great King.  Nor shall you swear by your head, because you cannot make one hair white or black. But let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your 'No,' 'No.' For whatever is more than these is from the evil one.
 Matthew 5:33-37 NKJV

Explanation | Do we really have to ‘Kiss The Frog’? The saying goes: “sometimes you just have to compromise your convictions to get things done”, you know, tone things down, tune things out, turn a blind eye.  I see this, a lot.

The short term benefits of ‘Kissing the Frog’ can be, peaceful, profitable and preferable to disagreement and division, but long term, ‘Kissing the Frog’ gives you warts, and there is nothing worse than warty lips. I see that, a lot. In the end, who wants to pucker up to a Pilgrim like that? No one really, except young folks who know no better and are desperate for a leg up the wall of recognition, and some older folks who lost themselves in personal prostitution many years ago. Don’t get me wrong here, I have kissed a few frogs myself, and am still spitting out the gunk. Nasty.

Though personally I thank God for the safety of church separation, church unity is coming back on the agenda again. You know, lets lay aside our profound Biblical differences, lets sacrifice the truth, lets pee on the memory of past heroes who were slaughtered by the toads we now might so loving embrace. Am I mixing up my reptilians here?

There is no unity until we all walk the same way, believe the same truth and live the same life. The way, the truth, the life…reminds me of someone really….Listen, until the King returns, subdues His enemies, removes the tares from the wheat, THANK GOD EVERY DAY FOR THE SAFETY BOUNDARIES OF SEPARATION! And you won’t hear many people tell you that too much.

These are serious times. The truth is being sacrificed and happily so, and my hallways are filling up with a plague of lip puckered frogs. “OI! You young idiot!….put the reptile down and go wash your hands and face…and chew some gum why don’t you!”

Please note | I bear no personal malice to frogs per se.

PERFORMANCE TIPS: 
This is a fun poem to perform! I mean, you can say it with such spitting disdain. Please note that you might want some words and phrases to have there syllables precisely and pusposly stepped on, like picking out one piano key at a time. Words like ‘comm-u-ni-sm for example.

Also, I think on line six that the last six words are said together… “gotulive-getalong”

The last three lines are when the devil reveals himself. Sure! The devil is at the abck of all the sacrificing of truth. Durrh! So, really turn on the person you are tempting to kiss the frog. Disdain him. Show hom what you really think of his cowardly and selfish little heart.

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“Just Kiss it”, ‘cause the moneys good and we’ve all got to eat
“Just Kiss it”, and let your integrity beat a retreat
 “Just Kiss it”, and we’ll give you a whole bunch of shares
 “Just Kiss it”, ‘cause communism now loves millionaires
“Just Kiss it”, ‘cause even China now owns Hong Kong
 “Just Kiss it”, ‘cause we’ve all got to live, get along
 “Just Kiss it”, ‘cause it might manifest as your prince
“Just Kiss it”, though it looks like a bit of a mince
 “Just Kiss it”, ‘cause it’s all done for the far greater good
“Just Kiss it”,  and come down from that rock where you’ve stood
“Just Kiss it”, ‘cause in the end you’ll agree we’ve done right
“Just Kiss it”, ‘cause authentic’s a bag full of shite
 “Just Kiss it”, you sell-out you miserable grub
“Just Kiss it”, and become part of our club


You know you want to.....….“Just Kiss it”







© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell

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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

May | 31 | Roundabout Redemption


KEYWORD | CHANGE

Roundabout Redemption

PREAMBLE
Then the Lord appeared to Solomon by night, and said to him: "I have heard your prayer, and have chosen this place for Myself as a house of sacrifice.  When I shut up heaven and there is no rain, or command the locusts to devour the land, or send pestilence among My people,  if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.
2 Chronicles 7:12-14 NKJV

Explanation | Repentance is yet another word that has been excised from our vocabulary. Sin, judgement, hell, all like a misjudged malignant melanoma on the bare uncovered skin of humanity, have been cut out. Consequently, we have no need of a Saviour, no need of forgiveness, yes, we have no need to worry. There is no god, save the one of our own making and guess what, she’s quite nice and most accommodating. 

The God of the Bible, however, is a very different case entirely. Once you start messing in His business, He tends to step out the boardroom of heaven and come and do some restructuring. Lots of layoffs are a coming and His security will not so kindly escort you from His premises. Shape up people of He will ship you out!

Repentance is preceded by a knowledge of our sin and  our offence against God which leads to a deep conviction of its wrongness and our inability to replace the wrongness with rightness. Repentance is turning from our sin, back to God.

PERFORMANCE TIPS
I wonder if this poem is waiting for a tune? The first four lines of the obvious chorus run increasingly fast in the saying and then halt up suddenly for the last two lines.

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Words that are found in the mouths of fools
Our hearts and our lips have spoken
And now all of our boasted big battlements
They lay waste, they lay burned, they lay broken

For our daughter’s are lost and our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things around

We’ve salted the babies that lay in the womb
We’ve sucked out their limbs from their mooring
We’ve labeled the murder with ‘freedom of choice’
And sent the kite of our arrogance soaring

For our daughter’s are lost and our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things around

We’ve regenderneered, re-assigned and resigned
We’ve destructed the family; Your order
We’ve sailed cross our seas of indulgence and greed
And camped on the sands of hells border

For our daughter’s are lost and our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things around

You have called us to halt, put a bolt on the door
Of our reckless hedonistic abandon
You’ve told us to humble ourselves ‘neath your hand
That we might yet find some safe ground to stand on

For our daughter’s are lost and our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things around

Will you answer our prayers with the fullness of Yes!
Not a might, or a wait, or a token
That the devil’s mean grip would be loosened at last
Let his thumbs and his fingers be broken

So instead of a penny we’ve gotten a pound
And our sons are set free and our daughters are found
Ans as heirs we’re exalted, and the demons are downed
‘Cause the presence of God would our camp all surround
If You came and turned things around, O Lord
If You came and turned things around
Yes, we can turn everything around, I say
If we turn all ourselves around





© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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May | 30 | Speak On, Samaritan


KEYWORD | LIFE




 Speak On, Samaritan

PREAMBLE :-
 Then Jesus answered and said: "A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side. But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion. So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
Luke 10:30-34 NKJV

Explanation | The damage of the journey can leave one's soul so callously hard, so cynically cauterized of any real spiritual sensientivity( no, that's not a spelling mistake. Think on)  that the footsteps of God walking in Your garden, seemed to have vanished long ago. 

I have found that exposure to a fire that leads to impartation of life is the only thing to jump start the dead batteries of such a soul. God has His RAC men, his selfless and saluting servants who are often  wheeled out of the garage on cold dead mornings to go and home start such dead hearts. Amazingly, their secret of impartation is that they do not know that they are providing such a service! They are just perky with with the expectation of passionate love, and to the hungry sould, as welcoming as a Labrador puppy and thrice as nice.

So. this piece is dedicated to the unaware Samaritans of the soul who have ministered to me, and if you too are a dead battery in God, I pray will be sent to minister to you as well. 

PERFORMANCE TIPS: 
I am not sure this is a performance piece. However, it might be a nice but of verse, to send to someone who has re-started your cold dead battery. 

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In you
I see Him.
The echoe of His voice 
Long lost to me
I hear in thee.

Speak on.

Yes, In your eyes
I see the dancing light
That light of men
Long dimmed in the den
Of my darkness. So then,
My dear Samaritan, shine on, shine on.

Embrace me, will you please, for in your arms
I might feel the Gathering Healer
That Lover of lepers
The Head Chef of love that peppers
My tasteless soul 
That fears not the puss filled hole.

Oh, your fragrance smells of hope to me
Why else would I be exposed to you?
You smell of delivernce
You are  seductive 
Enticing, inviting, open, and without your knowing 
You are become to me, my word in season fitly spoken.

Yes, you have become my hope of resurrection
Of warm summers coming
Of death boxed and put beneath the clod
Carrier of the long absent but now very present God
Holder new life's expect-ay-shee-yon
So dear Samaritan, pleas, oh please
 Speak on.








 © 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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Sunday, May 6, 2012

May | 06 | No MoreTo The Wailing Wall


KEY WORD | BELIEVE

 No MoreTo The Wailing Wall 

PREAMBLE :-
Luke 15:4
"What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? NKJV

Explanation | “If Christians desire to grow thorns to stuff their sleepless pillows, then let them dote upon their dear ones.” C.H. Spurgeon
The Bible portrays the prodigal as sheep amongst the pigs. Deliberately lost, deliberately degraded. The prodigal is an ‘out of place’ son. One thing we can be sure of and that is that Christ knows His sheep, and in the end, not one is lost. If our prodigal sheep remain in the swill, then they were never His sheep. Ever. In addition, there is nothing you can do about that. 

Meanwhile, keep praying, keep hoping, keep believing, and keep your eyes on the horizon. For who knows! I mean, really, remember that it is often so very late in the day, when the prodigal returns.
Meanwhile then, stop fretting. Leave it.
PERFORMANCE TIPS: 
1st Stanza 2nd line, 4th Stanza 3rd line and 5th Stanza 3rd line are awkward in the tongue and all need practice before performance. The single line of ‘change’ between stanzas 3 & 4, can be said with some disdain, with sadness or some surprise. Take your pick.

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I dote upon my dear ones
But they dote not upon me
Plough worried furrows in my brow and
Pay the devils daily fee

I stuff my sleepless pillow
With the thorns of great distress
Picking bits of puked-up hope
From the vomit of this mess

I push back my graying hairline
With the lost power of King Canute
And take my friend of happiness
And beat him like a brute

And my loved ones smirked and carried on

So, I’ve stopped doting on my dear ones
Now wouldn’t dote them, wouldn’t dare
Instead, I gently stroke the failing follicles
Of my now well receded hair

Yes, I’ve stopped doting on my dear ones and
I’ve started daring to believe
That the Great Good God of heaven can change
Rebels such as these

So,  I’ve took my expectations and
Wailing, stuffed them in the tree
Believing God will get the pig-sty sons
Just like He done got me

 © 2012 Victor Robert Farrell

Friday, May 4, 2012

May | 04 | Nox Bellum


BATTLE

Nox Bellum[1]
PREAMBLE :
Then Jacob said to Simeon and Levi,"You have troubled me by making me obnoxious among the inhabitants of the land, among the Canaanites and the Perizzites; and since I am few in number, they will gather themselves together against me and kill me. I shall be destroyed, my household and I."Gen 34:30 NKJV

Explanation | Sometimes you cannot see the veil set deadly against you. Sometimes you just hear it. Welcome to the valley of desolation. On our journey to the great city, we shall pass through here. Many times. It is a terrible place. 

PERFORMANCE TIPS: 
Imagine, you are crawling through a minefield, a Stelleto commando knife being the only tool to feel the discs of death beneath the earth. Get on your hands and knees to perform this piece. Crawl. Stand up when the way ahead ‘seems almost found.’ There is no happy ending to this piece. The valley of Desolation is a long and ever narrowing place of increasing darkness. One day, you will immediately pass through a narrow place into the light. Like a squeezed pea from a ripe green pod. This piece, ends long before the squeezing and you might want to sway a little in fainting and seasick deperation towards the end of the piece.

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It’s just sounds
So I keep feeling in the dark
Feel my way
On my hands and on my knees
Inch by tortuous
Tortoise like inch
Stabbing the ground
Stubbing the edges of unexploded death

The way ahead seems somehow found
Or is it?
There is no light you see
Just sounds
Sometimes, of a padded and guttural growling
A prowling
Lion roaring
The Senaccherib calling and taunting
Of my hated name
Just Sounds
Of a big cat scratching trees and lickin it’s lips
In the mumbled and muffled
Deep breathed long planted and
Long silent arboretum
Where even the living wood
Far to fearful to scream out their ripped and naked agonies
Keep their leave quivering stillness
Lest they too be
Both deflowered and devoured

Just sounds fall upon me now
Sometimes, of echoing laughter
Of weeping in the corner
Of whispering malevolence
Of Secret Knowledge, unshared
“We know. The fool, the blind fool. He Will not see”
Whispered voices
Shaping the earth beneath me, moving
The ground like a soft and swaying
Sea on a summers afternoon and
Deceitfully seeking my devouring
Undulating beneath my trembling and sometimes rising feet
Quietly, carefully, purposefully
Trying to make me fall again to my knees and
Beg for some small distance covered
In humbled friction burned
Pumping hearted
Patella pained agony

In open and covenantal death
With the darkness
It seems now
That even the earth itself moves gleefully against me

© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell

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[1] Latin. Two Nouns. Night War.