The Nations Shall Know
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
Time.
Relative.
In constant arms of changing seasons rolling
Forward
along rocky
mountainous terrains
as downstream rivers.
Or cascading as waterfalls.
Never backwoods
in reverse.
Though felt:
Repeating.
Rehearsed
reenactments
of thrown sludge.
Recycling of poisoned cesspools
worthlessly contained.
Time
moves sloth slow in the minds of children wanting.
Or like a sled speedy
on steep hills towards cliffs
into deep silent darkness
fear
our elders
of this unknowing knowing.
Sometimes
it stands still.
For ones in agony aching
those confined
or broken down in abject slavery
to unemployment
to paralyzing illness
as alcohol or drugs numbs conscious waning
of time's precious presence.
Yet,
Time is
Always
though actors or poets command the stage
mouthing previous proverbs or inciting revolutions
derived from famous mentors
canonized or plagerized. Their words or actions rebirthed from books, journals, magazines;
unearthed from dusty libraries.
Individuals old and poor transversing their aisles of fossils and relics;
while cafes and hot spots retrieve memorable events
from the clouds
although
somber tombs
and quiet
flowered or weedy graves
hold remnants
of human god's
remains.
Mists appearing and disappearing.
A sad occurrence in this organic domain.
Icons
boundaries pushed.
Limits
energies overcame.
Astronauts shoot past gravity
into beautiful heavenly lights
endless space.
Man's intelligence and persistence,
at times,
honorably
walls and barriers
overtook.
But at other times,
on this
our still marvelous earth
greed replaces natural love
of babies born and cottled at a leisurely pace.
Older ones, widows and orphans
many wealthy shamefully overlook.
As, foreclosures and divorces increase sadly,
as loyalty becomes a luxury
no longer a necessity.
Disposable.
Easy to forsake;
tragically the impatient ones forsook
Patience's graciousness.
But, our young and naive
still grow
aspire
contrive to mimick
their short-lived
artificial stars.
Peaking like fireworks.
Be the ones to hire then fire
until the year they eagerly retire; more sooner than later
then their idols.
Yet, like them
to unwillingly weaken, darken, and expire.
Their memories too recorded,
but above the clouds.
Yes, past personalities and endeavors
encrypted DNA
Exists
as loving memorabilia
in this Spirit's
heart and mind
(The Creator
who purposes
not
plans,
which are
the sole capability
of man)
to reinstate
on an Earth
renewed
those whose
imperfection's strength
caused definite
Death
to ensue.
However,
wickedness
causing others to stray--
Apostasy,
and all in
the Kingdom's way
Will soon be gone
at His Demand.
Righteous and unrighteous
of humankind
Will be reestablished.
Their way of live
To be redefined
As they come to know Him
or better know him.
The goal: Him to seek and find
Not in imitation of leaders who
purport sincerity of meekness and kind.
For, like money felt, smelt, scrutinized
by hands, ears, eyes, noses that know
counterfeit fails to pass as genuine quality;
Time reveals all.
Authentic like the moon consistently... Truth Glows.
The Giver of
"Every good gift and every perfect present comes from the Father of the celestial lights,
who does not vary
or change
like the shifting shadows."
He
Chooses/chose.
By Him We Want
To BE Known.
'I see you; have seen you.
I know you'
He's Shown.
"Now to the King of Eternity,
incorruptible,
invisible
the Only God,
Be Honor and Glory
Forever and Ever.
Amen"
The Nation's Shall Know Him
His Glorious name:
Jehovah.
His King Enthroned:
Jesus, His Father's Sovereignty
to soon
Universally
Vindicate
Now Being Proclaimed.
He Is Someone
We All Will Know.
We Must
purchase a seat
to Survive,
This Coming Show.
2 Tim. 2:18, 19; James 1:17; Isa. 45:18; Psalm 37:9-11, 29. Eccl. 1:4.
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102004043?q=nations+shall+know&p=par Historical Persons It is time to develop myself by learning something new. Your task is to teach me things or aspects I don't already know about a historical person, who has for some reason impressed you. Even better if the person is someone I was not previously conscious of, but whom I *should* know in order to possess a better understanding of humankind. The person in question can be an intellectual, an artist, a writer, a poet, a scientist, a political or religious leader, an inventor, an entrepreneur, or anyone else of significance. Doesn't need to be all famous. But it should be someone particular, who existed and whom I can search for and find information about if I wanted. Your poem should demonstrate some more insight than what is superficially known of some great man or woman. Preferably, someone whose life or works you have at one point studied to the point of an eerie feeling that his/her ghost whispers memories to you. Make me feel you wanted me to know about this person.
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