I am the dream cartographer

A poetic sonographer

Sounding the unseen

I take my throne as Queen

Through my poetry

I sift the nations and discern

Through my poetry

The chaff is made available to burn

The burned up remnants

Who thought themselves chosen

Plying the poor with hearts that are frozen

They wouldn’t know Jesus if He smacked them in the face

Yet they deem themselves a superior race

Judgement begins at the house of God

They think He’s not looked while they’ve run roughshod

Over the people He intended them to care for

But they fornicated with politicians and became the great whore

Fallen, fallen is Babylon the Great

They thought they’d find themselves at the Pearly Gate

A shocking surprise awaits them all

A Father’s heart isn’t small

They thought His scope and love to be narrow

Singing that His eye is on the Sparrow

But, as they read the words of my prophetic poem

They’ll gnash their teeth and their mouths will foam

They’ll drip with the venom they accused satan himself of

While claiming themselves to be harmless as a dove

But, the Father sees it all from above

And their time is at hand….watch them begin to shove

They’ll muddy the waters like goats always do

Trampling the nations claiming their blood a martyr brew

Ever the victim

I want them to see

Time will be granted

A little while yet

While Christ casts His last fisherman’s net

We’ve gone out to work the harvest

But, they say it belongs to them since they plowed the farthest.

Did they forget His parables too?

Too busy they were embodying Donald Trump’s coup

A destroyer and destructor of all things good

Capturing the nations with a spirit of intrigue

Puffing up the petulant while he laid siege

This message isn’t from me. It’s from God I assure

This isn’t some piece of syncretic lore

I write because I’m told and it is my charge

It is my duty by and large

I’ll not dandle you on my knees like a child

You’ll not hear my motherly coo comforting and mild

I come with a warning that shit’s about to go down

I really hope that you come around

It is not at all like you think it is

Please remember Jesus was an ironic whiz

He went against the grain and picked grain on the sabbath because his students were hungry

The religious people would rather them die than offer them sundry

The laws you see are unimportant and carry no weight

What matters most is humanity not the timing of some religious date

It is insane that the body of love pursues others with such hate