My happiest moments (Revised)

 

Just like the cosmos hang in space, in a weightless environment

Almighty God (YHWH) bears my ups/downs in the same symbiotic state we all find 

ourselves...weightless,

What the Almighty and Divine, sovereign Lord of the universe seeks in form of submission is a pure heart,

with that said, something dies in (me) everyday something created internally and externally it consumes and withers the finest of (me), exhausting my reserves and I fading seeking the cause,

I wish my call came swift like the thrashing wind,

my return peaceful which my heart contends,

in the rain drops of tears, my soul soak's the journey/experience playing out an endless commotion,

in the high's and low's of distortional views, those feelings that race, shall consume just as well,

I seek the comfort of your loneliness,

your (Manic) depression,

your anxiety (disorder),

your bi-polar-ism,

your autism (functional or dysfunctional)

your schizophrenia,

social (disorders)

any and all imbalance that strip away your true person, the sacred person...that which in labor pains were formed, 

the anomalies attached interfering with Divine gifts, spiritual cadence, expressive frequencies, bridges, channels, a network hacked,

all man-made conditions and in that comfort of your host, send them packing to the abyss never to return..."your not needed here anymore" ! 

Embracing sanity and returning to full expression, releasing the fruits of the spirit

and acquiring the attributes of Holiest and Divine,

my happiest moments were not so difficult after all.

Praise him while you can...just praise him !

Please allow (me) to worship you (YHWH)


02/24/25

Rafael G Gonzalez

 

 

 

 

asylum seeker's (Revised)

 

 * footnotes

 La consciencia bien entrenada debe resumir su postura,

El que es debil en espiritu tambien lo es fundamental en el alma,

El cuerpo occupado en asustos ajenos es una contienda para si mismo,

El pastor que favoreze a una oveja no apprecia a ninguna,

una lengua suerta y sin freno estralla mil veces,

un cuerpo en liderazgo de los supuestamente sabios pierde su funcion cuando menos se espera,

las mas grande de fortaleza's  abren sus puertas atraves del mero tiempo,

En un asilo de problemas de salud mental, sólo la sanidad puede liberarse,

Aquellos que exageran los resultados son los actores reaccionarios con poco espacio para maniobrar,

Mil años buscan la perfección, ¿quién entre los mortales podrá alcanzarla?

¡Los hombres débiles que  super imponen tal ley no han llegado a conocer a Dios!

El exceso de celos consume como un fuego salvaje y sus chispas propagan discordias que no son fáciles de extinguir.

 

A well-trained conscience must summarize its position,

 He who is weak in spirit is also fundamentally weak at the soul,

 A busy body preoccupied with other people's affairs is a struggle for itself,

 A pastor who favors one sheep appreciates none,

 A loose and unbridled tongue breaks a thousand times,

 A body led by the supposedly wise loses its function when least expected,

 The greatest of fortifications open their doors through mere time,

 In a asylum of mental health issues only sanity can break free,

those who exaggerate outcome are the reactionary actors with little space to maneuver,

A thousand years seeks perfection, who among the mortals can attain it ?

weak men who super impose such law have not come to know God !

being over zealous consumes like a wild fire and its sparks spread contention not easy to extinguish,
 

*Maybe by using a few picture some may get the meaning.

 Rafael G Gonzalez

03/15/25

The last call (Revised)

 

Thank you Almighty sovereign LORD universal host, Divine and omnipresent,

Thank you for making (me) part of "the last call" 

for taking into consideration the good for anything subject riddled in contempt,

please allow (me) to invoke, praise, laud, worship, and sanctify your saintly person,

with every stroke of the ink pen I call and summons the supreme power structure,

the fruits of your spirit home in...chime in... and attributes of pure Divinity carries out a restless search,

let's stretch time' when was the last, that your abundance of undeserved kindness not besiege (me) ? 

When was the last...the search didn't reveal your heart's yearns ? I til these very moment have a love crush and this will be everlasting,

I have become the co-worker as the expression race through my soul to write, pen down 

these vibrational drives that overcome "a draft pick" still in the earliest stages of your craftsmanship,

your much to kind...this much I know and for the good of all I deserve it not,

my sleep is light and my heart heavy...that allotted space has been very comforting and the events speaks for themselves,

I'm looking forward in filling those gaps and with your Divine guidance we shall overcome,

dream weaver, reveal and cast your intrigues and fill (me) with the hopes of my heart contempt's,

hold my hand and in the wings love...take (me) home, take (me) home.

 Please allow (me) to worship...and praise and praise.

Rafael G Gonzalez 

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3/12/25 6:13 AM