The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Thirteen (first draft)
The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Thirteen (first draft)
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Sabrina contemplated Wayne.
Observed how a rust leather bomber jacket
his back ruggedly adorned
jeans washed soft for comfort
yet, taut, not obscenely tight
highlighting his lean frame
unfortunately, both to men and women's delight
with dark brown timberlands
casually worn
though usually his aura accentuated
with a confident swagger.
Today... manliness detracted by shoulders slumped
in a dejected manner as he walked the campus path
away from her
as if she his love
tragically scorned.
He seemed to rather her faith be torn.
As if they'd never been spiritually 'reborn'.
Despite a lovely lightness in the air
with sun streaming through the fast starkness of shedding trees
as dry leaves chattered in a swirl
their sound
chasing joyfully like children
around and around
then the breeze exhilaratingly lifts these
in a wondrous twirl
dropping them again
oftentimes rapidly to humble ground
as birds chirp
flit everywhere
Sabrina watched them flutter away
over Wayne's head
their joy shared.
Still, despite these marvels of creation
repeated for centuries every fall season
she finds it difficult to breathe.
Confused as to logic and reason.
Is this really happening...
what she perceives?
Or is this a test to her deceive?
Sabrina tries to retrieve
from a rusty broken worldly sieve
Wayne's once happy countenance.
In faith she desires to eternally exist
with him
though his past active thoughts
not long ago to her before a crowd
openly expressed
because of being shocked into hostility
distressed into confessing
an ambivalence to mankind's death-dealing
complacency to blatant immorality
or their abhorrence
of God-honoring morality
as written thousands of years ago
but enacted before us daily screened
as even predicted by intelligent beings
living during a period of wanton behavior
causing victims, at times, to in silence scream.
DR. DANIEL CALLAHAN proclaimed:
“If personal morality comes down to nothing more than the exercise of free choice, with no principles available for moral judgment of the quality of those choices, then law will inevitably be used to fill the resulting moral vacuum.”
Angered, chilled
her
for she conceived an idea repugnant to consider:
Maybe Wayne is losing his battle of continence.
No longer interested in his Creator
to appreciatively please. Swayed by admirance
his worshippers of beauty
his erotic importance to them elevated
fatefully attractive.
His eternal reward from him
satanically extracted
if hatefully his loyalty to his Maker
is torn from him
everlastingly relieved.
Sabrina quickened her pace.
To Wayne's side she raced.
Grabbed his arm to still him in place
as gently she gazed up at his beautiful sad face.
She reminded both herself and him what James 1:25 stated
by showing him on her phone the verse:
"But the one who peers into the perfect law that belongs to freedom and continues in it
has become, not a forgetful hearer,
but a doer of the work;
and he will be happy in what he does."
Wayne stares at her, then drops his eyes.
"Sabrina, I am not happy"
he devastatingly replies.
"Let's run the cross-references, Wayne.
To try and regain our focus.
Psalm 119:72 says: "The law that you have proclaimed is good for me,
More so than thousands of pieces of gold and silver"" she quoted
her lips slightly aquiver
hers lids suppressing a river.
"Wayne, do you want to read the next one...?"
""He refreshes me.
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
for the sake of his name."*
That's why I'm not happy Sabrina.
For my sensual desires
I've daily Jah shamed."
With those words
he retraced his steps
from which he to her earlier came
as heart-broken she stood for a moment.
Then,
like zapped by a lightening bolt a thought stuck her.
"Why didn't I think of them before?" she recalled.
Sabrina sped off campus.
A trained cavalry to call
for Wayne's equilibrium to hopefully restore
after imploring
their heavenly "Father
of the celestial lights,
who does not vary or change
like the shifting shadows."
The giver of
"Every good gift
and every perfect present".
An intervention
for this young man she adores. . .TO BE CONT'D
Sabrina contemplated Wayne.
Observed how a rust leather bomber jacket
his back ruggedly adorned
jeans washed soft for comfort
yet, taut, not obscenely tight
highlighting his lean frame
unfortunately, both to men and women's delight
with dark brown timberlands
casually worn
though usually his aura accentuated
with a confident swagger.
Today... manliness detracted by shoulders slumped
in a dejected manner as he walked the campus path
away from her
as if she his love
tragically scorned.
He seemed to rather her faith be torn.
As if they'd never been spiritually 'reborn'.
Despite a lovely lightness in the air
with sun streaming through the fast starkness of shedding trees
as dry leaves chattered in a swirl
their sound
chasing joyfully like children
around and around
then the breeze exhilaratingly lifts these
in a wondrous twirl
dropping them again
oftentimes rapidly to humble ground
as birds chirp
flit everywhere
Sabrina watched them flutter away
over Wayne's head
their joy shared.
Still, despite these marvels of creation
repeated for centuries every fall season
she finds it difficult to breathe.
Confused as to logic and reason.
Is this really happening...
what she perceives?
Or is this a test to her deceive?
Sabrina tries to retrieve
from a rusty broken worldly sieve
Wayne's once happy countenance.
In faith she desires to eternally exist
with him
though his past active thoughts
not long ago to her before a crowd
openly expressed
because of being shocked into hostility
distressed into confessing
an ambivalence to mankind's death-dealing
complacency to blatant immorality
or their abhorrence
of God-honoring morality
as written thousands of years ago
but enacted before us daily screened
as even predicted by intelligent beings
living during a period of wanton behavior
causing victims, at times, to in silence scream.
DR. DANIEL CALLAHAN proclaimed:
“If personal morality comes down to nothing more than the exercise of free choice, with no principles available for moral judgment of the quality of those choices, then law will inevitably be used to fill the resulting moral vacuum.”
Angered, chilled
her
for she conceived an idea repugnant to consider:
Maybe Wayne is losing his battle of continence.
No longer interested in his Creator
to appreciatively please. Swayed by admirance
his worshippers of beauty
his erotic importance to them elevated
fatefully attractive.
His eternal reward from him
satanically extracted
if hatefully his loyalty to his Maker
is torn from him
everlastingly relieved.
Sabrina quickened her pace.
To Wayne's side she raced.
Grabbed his arm to still him in place
as gently she gazed up at his beautiful sad face.
She reminded both herself and him what James 1:25 stated
by showing him on her phone the verse:
"But the one who peers into the perfect law that belongs to freedom and continues in it
has become, not a forgetful hearer,
but a doer of the work;
and he will be happy in what he does."
Wayne stares at her, then drops his eyes.
"Sabrina, I am not happy"
he devastatingly replies.
"Let's run the cross-references, Wayne.
To try and regain our focus.
Psalm 119:72 says: "The law that you have proclaimed is good for me,
More so than thousands of pieces of gold and silver"" she quoted
her lips slightly aquiver
hers lids suppressing a river.
"Wayne, do you want to read the next one...?"
""He refreshes me.
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
for the sake of his name."*
That's why I'm not happy Sabrina.
For my sensual desires
I've daily Jah shamed."
With those words
he retraced his steps
from which he to her earlier came
as heart-broken she stood for a moment.
Then,
like zapped by a lightening bolt a thought stuck her.
"Why didn't I think of them before?" she recalled.
Sabrina sped off campus.
A trained cavalry to call
for Wayne's equilibrium to hopefully restore
after imploring
their heavenly "Father
of the celestial lights,
who does not vary or change
like the shifting shadows."
The giver of
"Every good gift
and every perfect present".
An intervention
for this young man she adores. . .TO BE CONT'D
Psalm 23:3.
Guidance That Surpasses Instinct https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102007242?q=morality&p=par
Guidance That Surpasses Instinct https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102007242?q=morality&p=par
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