From The Book Warrior Poetry By Daniel Paul Jesse... Tranquil Rider Out of the mist I hear the sound of tranquility, the rider is on a horse called Solitude and Power, I have longed for the rider to pass this way, as the stream where I have nourished my self is beginning to evaporate into the weariness of my soul. Majestic is the steed, but more so the Tranquil Rider, how Majestic is all His ways. I have seen the Tranquil Rider before, as a young man, long before I begin to visit, the great city called World. How it glittered at first sight, but the darkness of shadows and the length of days has caused the sent one to call out to the Tranquil Rider, to come and see what has been done, as the darkness of the alley boxes, he has called shelter, and the ways of perverseness, attack his message. The world not a friend, but a close neighbor so, Weariness of soul continues to knock loudly I see the dark writer, as he stands in the way… Warrior Poet, how do ride this day, I ride through the country side known as World to bring tranquility to the sent ones, for every place you are there the pain and suffering follow, and much remains that you have sown, and many or in need of repentance, because of the loving kindness, of the Life Writer, it is written, they shall be forgiven. Also I carry new white robes, that have been washed in blood, Who do you seek in this place called God Forsaken, I seek the sent one who lives by the stream called Rejoicing, in whom my Spirit dwells, as he waits near the tree called Never Forsaken. Oh but Warrior Poet, he, even now grows weary from the burden you have placed upon him, and is weakened, because he refuses to love the great city Called World. Dark Writer, the sent one is not of your spirit, and he does not grow weary, from death and hell, but from doing well. You have seen the power he walks in as a weak one, and empty of himself, and now you seek to have him removed, yonder is your camp is it not laid waste, Because of the presence of the Holy One inside the sent one. Yes Warrior Poet, but have you not seen the weakness of his flesh and the desires there of, it is written his flesh is weak. Dark Writer you do err, and unable to see, or speak truth It is written by Life Writer, the flesh is week, but the Spirit of the Holy One is willing And in weakness I Am made strong. Look dark Writer is that not your camp site called Darkness and Doom, is there not a great Light that is shining into the darkest of days, and not even a shadow is turned, Can you see the sent one, now on his knees, as he waits, for a time of refreshing that I carry that has his name written, that only I know. Known only to you as the sent one. The Dark Writer, and those with him, one called doubt and the other called oppression, or walking away, their back to the Light of Warrior Poet As I have looked up, from my old life unto the streams of rejoicing that was flowing from the hand of Warrior Poet. He speaks Sent one Summon The earth I Am Here Warrior Poet, you have come as you promised, much work is yet to be done, and the stream of rejoicing is drawing shallow, why is it so, Sent One What have you seen? In the darkness, you hold the great Light and you have the Summons in your hand and in your heart, what have you seen? Warrior Poet I have seen this, I have been riding a lot lately, the cold wind blowing in my face, This old pony that I’ve been riding on, I feel she has run her last race. Some, that I have spoken with say that time is a dancer, and you rarely see her face, Others say, Time is the fire they are burning in, the fire that never leaves a trace, Sent one, Summon The Earth I Am Here You have seen well, tell me what more have you seen sent one, I have been looking a lot lately, out toward the Eastern Sky, I have been watching the Message out there somewhere, rolling up the reigns of time. Some that I have seen, say that time is the healer, and have not learned to walk, stand or sit, Out of all these many years I have not seen that yet. Here in this the darkest of great cities, many have seen the great Light, And walk in the truth of the Life Writer. Sent one, Summon The Earth I Am Here Sent one, are you weary, Yes Warrior Poet, I have been zealous for the Holy One, yet my soul is troubled, because of the troubled ones, and the places I have failed are many in location, Summon The Earth, sent one I Am Here The Warrior Poet, looked upon me as a loving friend with eyes so pure that my heart was with great welcome, as he looked upon the heart that loved Him, He reached for me with His Right hand, As the great white steed He sit on, pranced in the stream, that has now become a great river. Come sent one I will carry you, I took His hand as the great water called Living, flowed all around and under us, Come sent one and ride, on to the next dark valley, to those who seek Light As His mighty right hand lifted me, up and on the great white steed, now safe am I. And the Name that I read on the bridle, was Tranquil Rider We rode into the Son Warrior Poet Daniel Greyeagle... All Rights Reserved 2014
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 14:41:09 +0000
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