Phoenixes Rising

Inspiration, Love, Poetry

Phoenixes Rising

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There was never a one ever made such as Jewels, who could, so beautiful his heart tenderest, rule.
The jewel above gems, always yearning he sought, stands now there before him beyond trepid thought.

This chivalrous Knight now bows to his Queen, and within his eyes her sparkle visibly gleams.
Polished armor he raises to mirror back again, same gleam in her eye’s as she beholds him.

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His heart, to her true with honor and pride, is faithful in step with every stride.
For Love does know Love though can hardly express, the delicate flame now to each other passed.

This union, embraced by their souls thus entwined, brings succour to each ones’ heart, body, and mind.
Love, by grace borne with hope’s purpose now flies; upon wings, above clouds, toward loftiest spire.

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Nancy Evelyn Pais
Copywrite, All Rights Reserved
2016

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Thank You for Yesterday

Inspiration

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I hope that my Son, Allen, and family, as well as all my friends had a Lovely and blessed Thanksgiving yesterday.

I just wanted to check in with you and let you know that for the first time in many years I enjoyed the warmth of those Thanksgiving past where all the cousins were on their way, all bundled up against, perhaps, a winter snow. And, that is in the warmth of those youthful gifted memories.

Where the turkey was basted that beautiful brown skin, and the gravy, O MY pass the gravy. The pearl onions, sweet peas, butternut with a dash of cinnamon please. The stuffing from scratch with that O so good Bell’s; and further seasoned with Love by mom, my Angel.

The dial now turned to the floats and balloons. The reindeer, the sleigh, and that jolly man. “What time is the game?” George would ask. A discussion ensues, I have to laugh.

The blessed warmth of those, and so many more memories of Love and care, the Lord brought in all compassionate care for me yesterday. I could actually feel my mother’s arms, and the tenderness in the sound of her voice as she would send me off with a cookie. My dad’s hands were so big and warm. Melting into his hugs could not be rivaled.

My God Jehovah is not only an awesome God, He is also a mightily comassionate and wonderful Father who has and is bringing me from turbulent depths.  He Loves us all with such a tenderness, such personal intent to Love. No wonder He is called Beautiful.

Thank you heavenly Father for bringing me this, and each year, hearts who would care. I Love you.

Every One of Us Knows This

Inspiration

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Every one of us knows, is aware, that there truly are things happening in space and time that go beyond space and time.

We see through this glass of space and time darkly still, yet are aware of what lay beyond this dark impediment , and even beyond Ethereal Seas.

Astounding, it is to me, that so simple the matters of deception and tyranny are not yet comprehended in their distortions and danger, and to the extent that we continue our own participation in it. Here in our own space and time.

I speak of America specifically, and moreover and generally abroad. Our continuing embracing of the adulterous one will bring no profit. She who speaks with beguiling deceptions brings ruin to those who embrace her. There is dust in the wake of her footsteps, and this will continue to be for those whose ears are desirously tickled by her consummating words.

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She is also Siren upon the seas, and has beckoned many to sail and come hither only to be lulled to sleep with her maloderous intoxications. To this day thousands, and even more, have been swallowed into thirsty depths and their bones scatter about as grotesque ornaments cleaving the ocean floors. Unwillingly, have these souls now gone even beyond Ethereal Seas. Beyond space and time where no longer does the dark glass impede. Nor will it exist.

We, however, are still on this side of space and time; where we battle with an awareness only, and in our continuing choosing to deny the full expediency, weight, integrity, and impact of truth, we are in danger, now, as a society.

My own frustrations have lead me to understand, that for me who still exists in this space and time, I must understand the impediment to my desire in knowing the truth of why America is falling to such disgrace. I find that it is the dark glass that would hide and distort the truth. It is now become a piercing shard to the eye that would glance upon it. And, so it is, that this shard, these shards of dark distortions I must pull from my own eye.

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The Statue of Liberty was gifted to America, yes. I find it interesting that she was designed and modeled after the godess isis. What is the concern over that? What is the weight of the truth which that represents? As for myself, I know I do not worship false idols. It is further interesting to know that, worldwide, she now represents dangerous deceptions whenever she speaks. And, astounding again, that she, if not stopped, will send countless more beyond Ethereal Seas.

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Placed my head upon my pillow

Closed my eyes to go to sleep

Drifted off toward the battle

Beyond Ethereal sea

Embattled ramparts are remaining

Upon pummeled distant shore

As mighty souls are seen engaging

The adulterous heartless spawn

The wretched one is falling

Raging, stumbling, all about

And still persists in calling

The heart that’s filled with doubt

Souls blinded by the smoke as the conflagration burns

Abandon every precious hope

When truth it is they spurn

Stabbing at ones fragile heart

Blood drops down from from the sword

Now soul bereft left languishing

When truth it is ignored

Slipping down to thirsty depths

Trembling hearts drown heaving

Mingling now with hapless souls

Who abandoned Love’s truthful meaning

The hardened heart dims the light

In its refusal to believe

And plunges into eternal night

Beyond Ethereal Seas

The truth is written on our own hearts. The matter of discerning between a truth and a lie matters. To what degree has our view of the truth become distorted? And, very importantly, why?

We continue in our proclamations of truth and liberty, yet the people continue to cry out for freedom from oppression.

America has not become the land once hoped for. Continuing to decree decrees upon the people which are not right, and brought about by guilefull deceptions. The needy are robbed of justice and what is meant for the poor gets stolen from them. The widows and fatherless lie in our own streets. Woe to those who perform these abuses. Desolation will come from afar.

Everytime a lie is spoken listen not to those lips. Do not go in with those people. That’s what my mom taught too. She had another saying. She’d say, “You live with the lame and you learn to limp.” And still another,  “You are known by the company you keep.” America has jumped into bed with some real beautes these past years.

My ‘connect the dots’ for today. I hope you have a good one.

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Did You See This As Well?

Godly Instruction

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I’m kind of going into uncharted territory for me, but I want to bring you in for a moment.

If you will, please follow me………

I have cancer. My second dance with this unwelcome and aggressive suitor. I have recently also been given the news that a concerning mass (concerning because of fast growth) has been found in my colon. There are also a multiplicity of other life threatening issues doing there pathetic best to gnat about. But again, no real matter.

So, why am I inviting you in on this personal business that generally one does not willingly bring up, and even among friends?

Well, my condition brings certain questions from my mind. Questions that will come to and out of the minds of all men and women when they are dying.

I want to say here that, I am not downcast or blue, and I say it so you don’t worry about this. It is well in hand dears.

So, questions. Many, if not all, people wonder not only what the physical experience is at the point of passing, but also what, if anything, is on the other side. My question, in particular here, has to do with when do I get there?

As to the physical experience, I think our own eyes tell us that it is varied.

Regarding what, if anything, is on the other side of death; as for myself, I am the Lord’s. Knowing that death has been swallowed up in victory by Him then makes the question settled in my own mind.

Now the question as to when do i go there has been popping up in my head more lately, and I couldn’t tell you why. I’ve even heard others wonder a bit about it.

Then this morning when I was pondering, some things I had read and learned over time fit together in that ole proverbial puzzle in our craniums.

“When”, I’m thinking to myself. “I know that there is no consciousness in the grave and that the body returns to dust. So where does the consciousness go? Does it, itself now sleep, or does it go back with that which gave it life and which does not sleep?”

Do you remember Jesus, as He was hanging on the tree, saying to another hanging next to Him, “Truly I say unto you, ‘today’ you will be with Me in paradise.” Upon the man’s death he would immediately go to be with Jesus Christ. “…..today….in paradise.”

I wonder what this says for us?

I’m off now to do whatever. And my mind will continue in its meandering. I can’t help it. It’s fun anyway, and I do hope it’s given you a pleasant reflection.

Affectionate Regards,
Nancy

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Immanuel’s Tome of Preciously Desired Embrace

Godly Instruction

“. . .and you shall call Him Immanuel.”

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Darling Children,

Tenderest Immanuel, and I, will share our desire with you now as we bid you come hither while regaling, “Love’s Embrace Awaits Thee My Lovely Fair Maiden.”

Immanuel has told me of His pursuit of me. Here, He desires that you hear it too. I, also, want you to know of my pursuit of Him.

Our tome resounds permeably throughout the hall of gossamer embraces. Causing the walls to tremor as they absorb it’s regard, they quake fearlessly in the fullness of their hope.

Hear our caressing reverberate dulcimer thrombin to beguile you into willingness. We bid you feel the touch of Immanuel’s primal decree.

Immanuel’s Tome of Preciously Desired Embrace is cast longingly, with fervent pining, upon the spry and bracing zephyr. It’s only charge, to find you swiftly in its meandering of the ethereal. It’s only whisper, to come hither and witness the beauty within Immanuel’s heart.

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Immanuel came to speak with Solomon. Immediately upon seeing his friend Immanuel, Solomon spoke forth, “The voice of Your desired embrace is singing out for You!”

Look to witness mother being caressed by the soft green grasses, swaying around her lovely body, in her graceful traverse across the lush and bountiful hillside. As the delightful doe eyed gazelle she is looking, and she is calling, “Darling, my beloved, come away with me for now the winter is past. The snows are over and gone, and the flowers bloom abundantly over all the earth. Each one’s fragrance full bodied with sweet cajoling.

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The time for singing is come and the guileless melody of the gentle turtledove is replete with relished succor. She sings while displayed in her clothing of scarlet hue. She knows the timing as she intones in unison with Bluebell’s singing, softly.”

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See mother as she appears over the mountain, peaking. Look, she is clearing the mountaintop now! She is bounding upon the landings of the stony rock guarding the summit with her determined, dancing, sierra hooves. She elicits their response and the stones cry out, “Your desired embrace awaits thee Lovely Fair Maiden.” She beseeches increasingly for the kiss of the anticipated risen glimmering Son and tenderly calls, “My pleasing is to see You pleased over my pleasure regarding Your desired embrace.”

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Immanuel looked up toward the hillside and answered His Lovely Fair Maiden, “Know of My enchantment with you, My beloved. Come to Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden. My hearts blessed joy is to the fullness of Paradise’s resplendencies. Come here with Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden, here within the garden of My heart.

Hither My darling, My cherished one! Hither My darling, My cherished one! Sing again for Me, My preciously desired embrace! The shadows have fled! The fig tree is in fullness and offers its luscious fruit with its petals continually reflecting prisms hue’s. The Son’s warmth is inviting and is shed broadly across the land.

Come here to Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden, here within the garden of My heart. Let Me see your face, and let Me hear your voice; for your voice is pleasant to hear and your face is lovely to behold. You are My Love, My Lovely Fair Maiden, and My song is for you and so shall remain into the appointed dawn of full knowing. My yearning is for your faithful kisses upon My cheek.

Come with relished willful surrender unto Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden. Swiftly, My beloved, My earnest desire, and come away with Me, Immanuel.”

White Lion Wedding

Nancy Evelyn Pais
Copyright, All rights reserved

Immanuel’s Tome of Preciously Desired Embrace

Godly Instruction

“…….and you shall call Him Immanuel.”

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Darling Children,

Tenderest Immanuel, and I, will share our desire with you now as we bid you come hither while regaling, “Love’s Embrace Awaits Thee My Lovely Fair Maiden.”

Immanuel has told me of His pursuit of me. Here, He desires that you hear it too. I, also, want you to know of my pursuit of Him.

Our tome resounds permeably throughout the hall of gossamer embraces. Causing the walls to tremor as they absorb it’s regard, they quake fearlessly in the fullness of their hope.

Hear our caressing reverberate dulcimer thrombin to beguile you into willingness. We bid you feel the touch of Immanuel’s primal decree.

Immanuel’s Tome of Preciously Desired Embrace is cast longingly, with fervent pining, upon the spry and bracing zephyr. It’s only charge, to find you swiftly in its meandering of the ethereal. It’s only whisper, to come hither and witness the beauty within Immanuel’s heart.

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Immanuel came to speak with Solomon. Immediately upon seeing his friend Immanuel, Solomon spoke forth, “The voice of Your desired embrace is singing out for You!”

Look to witness mother being caressed by the soft green grasses, swaying around her lovely body, in her graceful traverse across the lush and bountiful hillside. As the delightful doe eyed gazelle she is looking, and she is calling, “Darling, my beloved, come away with me for now the winter is past. The snows are over and gone, and the flowers bloom abundantly over all the earth. Each one’s fragrance full bodied with sweet cajoling.

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The time for singing is come and the guileless melody of the gentle turtledove is replete with relished succor. She sings while displayed in her clothing of scarlet hue. She knows the timing as she intones in unison with Bluebell’s singing, softly.”

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See mother as she appears over the mountain, peaking. Look, she is clearing the mountaintop now! She is bounding upon the landings of the stony rock guarding the summit with her determined, dancing, sierra hooves. She elicits their response and the stones cry out, “Your desired embrace awaits thee Lovely Fair Maiden.” She beseeches increasingly for the kiss of the anticipated risen glimmering Son and tenderly calls, “My pleasing is to see You pleased over my pleasure regarding Your desired embrace.”

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Immanuel looked up toward the hillside and answered His Lovely Fair Maiden, “Know of My enchantment with you, My beloved. Come to Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden. My hearts blessed joy is to the fullness of Paradise’s resplendencies. Come here with Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden, here within the garden of My heart.

Hither My darling, My cherished one! Hither My darling, My cherished one! Sing again for Me, My preciously desired embrace! The shadows have fled! The fig tree is in fullness and offers its luscious fruit with its petals continually reflecting prisms hue’s. The Son’s warmth is inviting and is shed broadly across the land.

Come here to Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden, here within the garden of My heart. Let Me see your face, and let Me hear your voice; for your voice is pleasant to hear and your face is lovely to behold. You are My Love, My Lovely Fair Maiden, and My song is for you and so shall remain into the appointed dawn of full knowing. My yearning is for your faithful kisses upon My cheek.

Come with relished willful surrender unto Me, My Lovely Fair Maiden. Swiftly, My beloved, My earnest desire, and come away with Me, Immanuel.”

White Lion Wedding

Nancy Evelyn Pais
Copyright, All rights reserved

From The Mountains Peaking

Inspiration

Charles Spurgeon wrote the following wonderfully passionate peice. The man was a divine writer who, with but a few strokes of his feathered tongue, reaches each heart that would read. Surely he wrote with the pen of a ready writer.

I found the following of his particularly delightful and could not help but share.

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Joel 2:11 “His camp is very great.”

“Consider, my soul, the mightiness of the Lord who is thy glory and defence. He is a man of war, Jehovah is His name. All the forces of heaven are at His beck, legions wait at His door, cherubim and seraphim;, watchers and holy ones, principalities and powers, are all attentive to His will. If our eyes were not blinded by the ophthalmia of the flesh, we should see horses of fire and chariots of fire round about the Lord’s beloved. The powers of nature are all subject to the absolute control of the Creator: stormy wind and tempest, lightning and rain, and snow, and hail, and the soft dews and cheering sunshine, come and go at His decree. The bands of Orion He looseth, and bindeth the sweet influences of the Pleiades. Earth, sea, and air, and the places under the earth, are the barracks for Jehovah’s great armies; space is His camping ground, light is His banner, and flame is His sword. When He goeth forth to war, famine ravages the land, pestilence smites the nations, hurricane sweeps the sea, tornado shakes the mountains, and earthquake makes the solid world to tremble. As for animate creatures, they all own His dominion, and from the great fish which swallowed the prophet, down to “all manner of flies,” which plagued the field of Zoan, all are His servants, and like the palmer-worm, the caterpillar, and the cankerworm, are squadrons of His great army, for His camp is very great. My soul, see to it that thou be at peace with this mighty King, yea, more, be sure to enlist under His banner, for to war against Him is madness, and to serve Him is glory. Jesus, Immanuel, God with us, is ready to receive recruits for the army of the Lord: if I am not already enlisted let me go to Him ere I sleep, and beg to be accepted through His merits; and if I be already, as I hope I am, a soldier of the cross, let me be of good courage; for the enemy is powerless compared with my Lord, whose camp is very great.”

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There Is A Place In His Heart That Misses You

Inspiration

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Sweet Jesus are there words yet to find, are there prayers left unsaid, are there lives enough not yet sacriced?!

My Sweet LORD JESUS where is mercy?! Where is deliverance?! Where is hope for the dead now yet again?!

OH MY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR CHILDREN!!!

My God, my GOD; I know of many like minded as I and who know absolutely that it is YOU and YOU alone who delivers us. My hope and my full expectation remains in YOU still.

Dear and Lovely Father, please deliver us from ignorance. Please allow us Your divine understanding now of the absolute insanity that exists rampant within the IDEOLOGY OF DEATH!

Open up, please Father, the eyes of those who have continued in blindness to and in this way. Deliver them from the chains of ignorance that have lead them in bondage so far away from YOU!!!

You have said, Lovely Father, that even if we make our abodes in hell that You would be there. Surely these individuals suffer in a hell the likes of which they have no hope of understanding, it’s sufferings being so severe!! Father HAVE MERCY HERE STILL AND UPON ANY AND ALL THESE CHILDREN!! THEY ARE IN HELL, YES!! THEY ARE CONSUMED BY THE RAVENOUS LION HELPLESS WITH HATRED, YES!! BUT, MY GOD OF ALL MERCY, MY GOD OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, MY GOD OF ALL DELIVERANCE…..SAVE THEM STILL!! PLEASE, MY GOD MY GOD, let them understand that the door to deliverance remains open for them still.

And, Father please, let the truth of Your Word shine brightly. The One who has already won the battle holds the sceptre of a righteous King. He is the King of Kings, and the Lord of Lords. He is beautiful and He is Your Son Jesus Christ. My heart is consumed with thankfullness. Thank fullness that I am Your daughter, a child of the Almighty Living God.

Thank You, Faithful and Beautiful Father, for allowing us and helping us to be workman together with you as we seek to fight this abhorrent ideology of death. NO MATTER WHERE IT COMES FROM!! Hate is hate no matter what group or click. No matter what the politics or what religion. No matter what part of the world you exist or the color of your skin, hate is hate. IGNORANCE BREEDS HATE!!

IGNORANCE has gripped and taken down the minds of many. The battle is in the mind. That is a battlefield you cannot dessimate with a bomb. We go about trying to defend ourselves through all possible measure, and we are doing little more than running around looking like chickens with our heads cut off. (In today’s world, that last statement says more than just one thing.)

Precious Lord Whom I Love with everything in me, thank You for reminding all of us what forgiveness is, and to the extent of which You went to provide it to every one of us. None would stand rightly before God otherwise.

Liberty in Christ is no small matter. Let Him lead us. He is The Way, the Truth, and the Life. For any who reads this prayer I freely share from the heart that would serve Love, there is a place in His heart that misses you.

Amen