Olivia Hall WARNING, WARNING men stay away from the adulteress women!!
The lips of an adulteress drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil;
BUT IN THE END SHE IS BITTER AS GALL, sharp as a double-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps lead stra Read more ...ight to the grave....
Need I say more, be STRONG MAN OF GOD, resist this evil and you shall prosper in Jesus name.
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Angels Among Us
Fates crossed haply.
A man in search of faith.
An angel losing her own.
In a hundred year pilgrimage
during a thousand year drought,
Adam hikes through mountains of black sand
bare feet cut raw from its unforgiving texture
and thickened to the ankl Read more ...e by caked dirt and grown over skin.
He treks when the sun is highest
daring God to show himself at the moment before
his moment of torrid ruination and answer a question.
"What am I for?"
Has his purpose been fulfilled or had there never been one?
"What am I for?"
In the Garden of Reparation, cousin to Eden,
an angel weeps under Great Willow, catching rainstorms of tears
in beehives and then consuming them
for Eve is not allowed to quench
the earth's thirst. A thousand years forbidden
by Father for man's insolence and revolting nature.
Father is a one eyed King. He only sees what bad
they do in what trouble he baits for his own
amusement. Made them imperfect to feed from their foibles,
and laugh at their cries of injustice.
At their cries, she cries. But she is made for bidding,
not for thinking, so does she less of one, and weeps rain
Man has prayed.
Man has aided.
Man has atoned.
Man has loved O Lord.
Still earth is decrepit.
What good was it all?
Adam falls to ashen knees.
"What am I for?" he wails to the deaf in Heaven.
"What am I for if not to live? Why has my Lord taken life away?
I am a feckless fool, a fustian puppet and you laugh at me.
Don't you, O Lord? Pity me, your cotton-bellied stooge!"
A mighty shout and his cracked fists beat upon the acidic ash.
Waves of black sand fly skyward and fall in clumps upon his head.
Heat from the sun beats down chidingly, sends man's brain to a boil.
He falls on his back in the grave dug around him by the fury
which fueled his odium of O Lord.
Eve watches from a distant cloud, man's rancorous tongue
lash against Heaven. Entranced by the lost warrior’s show of unabashed
enmity and deeply saddened by his loss of faith, whilst bent over
the cloud's edge she allows a single tear to fall from her eyelash and
drip onto man's forehead.
A galaxy of stars erupt behind the night of his eyes.
Body instantly rejuvenated to prime form, he flexes every limb
from toe to finger tip. Writhes against the forgotten sensation
of damp plush grass. If there be any soul left in
the one-eyed King, he might let man stay a little longer
in this ethereal reverie.
Breathing deep luxuriant life that thrives in the surrounding
atmosphere, he curses his need to exhale.
Quieted mind now listens.
"Hello." Spoke softly a silvery voice.
Adam’s eyes open and the heart skips ten beats.
Waves of silken fire, strung from a flaming cloud, pools from
her scalp to his ears. Other sights drowned in cool grey fog, man
sees only a face sculpted from divine ivory.
"Eyes the blackish blue of twilight," breathy and wide-eyed, he stares, awed by the mystic beauty watching over him. Her smile shines upon him, warm without burning, a glow that pierces the heart without blinding the soul. "Goddess of Poise with lips of pink lily. It is you who saved me?"
"Yes," pale moon fingers, lithe as a feather, dance down man's squarish dense cinnamon jaw. "Father forbade me, but I could no longer watch man die at the feet of his self serving wrath."
"Will you be punished?"
"Why save me?"
"To see if mercy could undo in a single moment what a thousand years of torment lain."
"Is your curiosity sated?"
"Yes, very so." Fingers comb through man's dirty knots of hair,
shake loose sticky black sand and comes back unstained.
"Escape with me to earth and we will make our own heaven."
"One of love and honey rain?"
"In the name of life, we will make it so."
Her heart enriched with mortal hope, she surges forth, lips
melding onto man's to seal promised fate.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. O Mighty Father thunders through the garden.
Hurriedly. "Reach for the stars on Holy Mountain. I will leap from Heaven's Well and fade into you. Receive me, my love, when the sun returns to Horizon’s womb or the arms of eternal death will await me instead."
"I will not fail you."
“Nor I you.”
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Stallion strengthened, Eve pushes down man's chest until the lush garden soil swallows him whole.
"Audacious daughter!" God's orotund voice sends the garden into a vicious tremble. "You have defied me."
Eve yanks from the Great Willow a tall thick bark in form of a sword. Chin up and chest out, she quells the shaking in her knees and dares stand before Father, gaze steeled brazen by tenacity. "Forgive me Father for not asking your forgiveness."
"You are for my bidding, daughter."
"O Father, I love thee, but I am the possessor of my own intentions. I wish to create a world of the free minded, free spirited, and free of you."
The declaration revitalizes Eve's spirit, growth of the spirit spurs the growth of body and sword. She becomes a giant an inch grander than O Lord.
"Spiteful wretch! I will not stand for provocation!" He hails above a trident carved of mortal blood and bone from the millions he ravaged over lifetimes.
Thus a battle waged between Father and daughter, oppressor and tyrannized.
Daughter's swift sword blocks every plunge of the trident and a robust swing and kick rebukes his further advances as she leads them, unbeknownst to the enraged Father, to Heaven's Well.
Man wakes startled.
Returned to blackened earth, only now his spirit
enlivened by hope and love.
Adam grips tough sand and climbs from
early grave. Runs leaps and bounds over hill tops
a hundred feet at a time as the sun begins its nestle
into Mother Horizon's pouch.
A feckless fool in love, he vows to out live O Lord,
fight if should have to until his bones rotted to the ash beneath his
burning feet. "To see you plucked from Heaven's arms
and fade forever into mine, my angel love.”
The feuding celestials winded, cut and bloodied.
Eve stands on the edge of the well.
"You would not dare."
"You made all to dare, Father. Nature is to be embraced."
Maddened to fright at this unforeseen sight, God is led to begging.
"Daughter, no! What if the others follow? One stone out of place
could crumble my entire kingdom, our home. What is the measly life
of man to the enchanted one of angels?"
"What is the enchanted life of an angel worth if it is not to bestow
life, even to man?"
Father had no answer, only watches slack-jawed as his daughter closes her eyes and leaps backward into the well.
Fiercely grunting through the sweat which stings his eyes, Adam
climbs Holy Mountain, bare handed and foot, tree trunk arms and thighs screaming for release from this endless tension. No pain can he feel as he is heartened by a distinct rumble in the clouds.
A final great huff and lift delivers him to the top of Holy Mountain, the shape of a crooked index finger. Adam stands on its knuckle, bids farewell to the sun as it sinks into Mother Horizon. On the edge of twilight, ruptures a row of stars and turns to tails of fire rain that hails around him.
He fears none, knowing it to be the sign of his angel's arrival and reaches for the stars.
A tornado spirals inverted from the heavens, bullying winds attempt to knock him over, but Adam stands unrelenting, bootish feet planted firm into black rock. On the rim of storm's eye, Eve's fire cloud hair spools. Then out reaches a colossal white smog in form of her ivory stone hand. Adam beams prideful that her glory shadows the mountain, stays his outstretched arms to receive his angel love. Mighty winds crash into him, Godly in their impetus, but he is not humbled.
Whirlwinds settle, Adam is whole and before him stands Eve in all her mystic
splendor. Rippling breezes blow ribbons of silken fire wild behind her.
Great Willow bark sword falls by her feet and they close the gap between their bodies in a fierce embrace.
Adam pulls them apart only slightly to take note of Eve’s condition.
"You are hurt."
"Freedom will heal all wounds."
"You are crying."
"And so are you. They are tears of honor. Let them rain.”
They kiss in thanks to promise kept.
Eve plunges Adam's hand deep between her bosom.
He jolts at the icy cool sensation swimming against his fingers.
Removes his hand and in the palm are glowing tendrils of air, the shades of lightning white and blue. "A piece of me. A gift to you."
Then gently, she guides the gift to her man's chest and his body hungrily consumes.
A deep inhale and great wonderment seizes Adam’s mind as new senses emerge.
Beneath their feet, where now both their angelic tears fall, the green and colorful sprout by dozens upon dozens, vibrant brown roots zip through the blackened earth down the mountain and across ashen sand hills, curing the land of poison, restoring life to its home.
Adam holds Eve by the waist and she by his shoulders as they watch from atop Holy Mountain’s knuckle first fruits bloom of their independence.
O Lord will not abide their defiance. By Fate’s Law, He will heal and seek mortal retribution.
And when this prophecy fulfills, Adam and Eve will be apt to defeat him, vowing humanity will fear no God under their guidance. They will nourish fortitude and encourage natural valor, so that mankind may rise as kindman beside the angels amongst them to defend their claim to life and love.
Inspired by the song Cosmic Love by Florence & The Machine.
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Suzanne Torres Vicente Proverbs 5:1-23 NIV
My son, pay attention to my wisdom, turn your ear to my words of insight, that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge. For the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than Read more ... oil; but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave. She gives no thought to the way of life; her paths wander aimlessly, but she does not know it. Now then, my sons, listen to me; do not turn aside from what I say. Keep to a path far from her, do not go near the door of her house, lest you lose your honor to others and your dignity to one who is cruel, lest strangers feast on your wealth and your toil enrich the house of another. At the end of your life you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent. You will say, “How I hated discipline! How my heart spurned correction! I would not obey my teachers or turn my ear to my instructors. And I was soon in serious trouble in the assembly of God’s people.” Drink water from your own cistern, running water from your own well. Should your springs overflow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares? Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers. May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love. Why, my son, be intoxicated with another man’s wife? Why embrace the bosom of a wayward woman? For your ways are in full view of the Lord , and he examines all your paths. The evil deeds of the wicked ensnare them; the cords of their sins hold them fast. For lack of discipline they will die, led astray by their own great folly.
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