Re: Izzy's Stories
Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 11:03 am
“MOTIONLESS,…UNDER,…HIS-POWER!”….
Those who’ll take our place, will be little jackals, hyenas; and the whole lot of us, we’ll all go on thinking ourselves, the salt of this Earth. As I look-out, in front of me,…under ashen lights; the landscape lurches to and fro,…irredeemable. Meanwhile, the Ruler of my dreams, yes,…even my Prince-of-Prince; climbs into our carriage, sits down on the blue satin cushions,…and gathers around Him: as many rustling folds, of His Glorious-Garment ,…as He could!...
His Purple-Robe , exhaling a faint scent of violets. We, together at this moment,…are passing through; one of our intermittent periods, of Worldliness. I have never tired, of meeting with the Son-of-God ,…to exchange mutual congratulations; if only, in our dreams. He and I, had moved to His Father’s own town palace,…for the up and coming, round of parties. Ladies dresses, arrived from Naples ,…and there was hysterical coming and going; of hair-dressers and more!...
This ball, was the most important of the season,…because of the grandeur of this Host; and the splendor of His Father’s-Kingdom!... It was particularly important for me, this occasion,…as my Lord; was presenting His,…”Bride-to-Be”,…to this, our society. It was still, only half past ten, (10 p.m.); rather early to appear at a ball, if one is,…”Prince of Peace!”.
But, tonight,…my mind, heart and spirit; wanted to be there, for the Grand-Entry,…of this certain Saviour!... Our short drive, was through a tangle of dark alleys,…the horse-shoes, sounded muffled; (“AMID,…THESE,…DARK-HOUSES”), asleep,…or pretending to sleep: were all those, who kept their skeletons well hidden,…within their countless-closets. My King, for whom this ball was fun,…and not a tedious Worldly duty; was chatting away, His Father’s-Graceful-Truths,…in my ear: most gaily!....
I was enjoying, with much anticipation,…the spiritual-effects of His Splendid-Beauty; on all those, who did not know Him. For you see, my dear-reader and friends; I speak of Christ-Jesus, and of how,…His very own spirit; indwells and touches me, profoundly. The result of His semblance, satisfies me,…and it is only in this confidence; that I confess my Brotherly-Love, to you,…my reading-audience. Together, we shall climb these Great-Stairs,…to His Father’s House; made (Not) of plain stone, but of very precious-gems with,…(“SUPERB,…PROPORTIONS”)!...
Wild flowers, spread their simple scents,…at the sides, of every step. As I awoke, and on this landing,…between flights, stood my soul; (“MOTIONLESS,…UNDER,…HIS-POWER”)!.... Amen.
Your Friend,
Izzy!...
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Those who’ll take our place, will be little jackals, hyenas; and the whole lot of us, we’ll all go on thinking ourselves, the salt of this Earth. As I look-out, in front of me,…under ashen lights; the landscape lurches to and fro,…irredeemable. Meanwhile, the Ruler of my dreams, yes,…even my Prince-of-Prince; climbs into our carriage, sits down on the blue satin cushions,…and gathers around Him: as many rustling folds, of His Glorious-Garment ,…as He could!...
His Purple-Robe , exhaling a faint scent of violets. We, together at this moment,…are passing through; one of our intermittent periods, of Worldliness. I have never tired, of meeting with the Son-of-God ,…to exchange mutual congratulations; if only, in our dreams. He and I, had moved to His Father’s own town palace,…for the up and coming, round of parties. Ladies dresses, arrived from Naples ,…and there was hysterical coming and going; of hair-dressers and more!...
This ball, was the most important of the season,…because of the grandeur of this Host; and the splendor of His Father’s-Kingdom!... It was particularly important for me, this occasion,…as my Lord; was presenting His,…”Bride-to-Be”,…to this, our society. It was still, only half past ten, (10 p.m.); rather early to appear at a ball, if one is,…”Prince of Peace!”.
But, tonight,…my mind, heart and spirit; wanted to be there, for the Grand-Entry,…of this certain Saviour!... Our short drive, was through a tangle of dark alleys,…the horse-shoes, sounded muffled; (“AMID,…THESE,…DARK-HOUSES”), asleep,…or pretending to sleep: were all those, who kept their skeletons well hidden,…within their countless-closets. My King, for whom this ball was fun,…and not a tedious Worldly duty; was chatting away, His Father’s-Graceful-Truths,…in my ear: most gaily!....
I was enjoying, with much anticipation,…the spiritual-effects of His Splendid-Beauty; on all those, who did not know Him. For you see, my dear-reader and friends; I speak of Christ-Jesus, and of how,…His very own spirit; indwells and touches me, profoundly. The result of His semblance, satisfies me,…and it is only in this confidence; that I confess my Brotherly-Love, to you,…my reading-audience. Together, we shall climb these Great-Stairs,…to His Father’s House; made (Not) of plain stone, but of very precious-gems with,…(“SUPERB,…PROPORTIONS”)!...
Wild flowers, spread their simple scents,…at the sides, of every step. As I awoke, and on this landing,…between flights, stood my soul; (“MOTIONLESS,…UNDER,…HIS-POWER”)!.... Amen.
Your Friend,
Izzy!...
http://nethugs.com/forums/viewtopic.php ... start=5685
https://www.facebook.com/Izzyfalcon777