Revelation: the paradise earth

Planet earth is going through planetary turmoil; recent news shows that the Icelandic glacier is “melting at an alarming rate. It is as bad as being hit by a meteorite, only the meteorite is humankind. Humankind is causing planetary-scale turmoil on the earth.
The bible though promises a paradise on earth. In the last chapters of the book of Revelation you read about a paradise earth and people living forever.
First some brief history. The first destruction of Jerusalem by Babylon was in 607 BC. From that moment the Times of the Gentiles took over, it was a time when Jerusalem and Israel was no more and human politics and human armies took over the earth completely. The bible gives them a length of time to do their worst, in comparison to what the Jewish God, Yahweh or Yehovah had promised he would do, a paradise earth.
At the end of this period, Jesus said that there would be nation against nation, a huge war. If you look into this, you find that the Times of the Gentiles ends when the First World War begins.
Where is the paradise earth?
God on the seventh day has His rest. He hands over his authority of the earth to his son Jesus, the Messianic kingdom begins. We are living in this time the seventh day, or century. Messianic scripture shows that during this time, Armageddon and then the renewal of the earth takes place.
Messianic scripture, especially in Isaiah, indicate that people will grow young again and live as long as a tree. Is this the paradise earth? Is it during the reign of Christ, the Messianic period? If so then why does the book of Revelation put the paradise earth after Christ has returned administration back to God, after the end of the seventh day, the seventh century. In addition, why does Messianic scripture say of Christ’s kingdom that people will live as long as a tree and not forever.
The answer must be that the paradise earth comes after the messianic kingdom on the eighth day when God returns to rule. Is it not reasonable that this promise of living forever on a paradise earth is achieved by God himself.

Revelation: the seven congregations

I have often wondered who the seven congregations in the book of revelations were and why they were mentioned. It seems that they are all a group of towns situated in the east of Turkey near the coast with the Isle of Patmos nearby.
Perhaps this group was a circuit that an overseer looked after. Their central committee in Jerusalem assigned an overseer to an area of congregations, and he would visit each one in turn, maybe during the course of the year, to see how they were doing and to give advice. If John was that overseer he was imprisoned on Patmos he would not be able to look after them. Patmos is geographically next to these seven congregations. If so then he was worried about them. Jesus Christ responded to his concerns with expert advice and encouragement for them.
Maybe with the changes occurring in the world it was the last of the circuit overseer’s advice they would get from an original disciple. John was in his 70’s and Jerusalem was close to or had been attacked and destroyed by the Romans in 70CE.


Sunny Rainclouds

We’ve got
sunny rainclouds
in our hearts
Our hearts
are a cerulean blue
We’ve got
sunny rainclouds
in our hearts
Accepted
Nothing we can do

You might need
a bit of rain
on a sunny day
You might need
the sun to shine
thru the rain

May I recommend to you
sunny rainclouds
sunny rainclouds
of cerulean blue

I met a shadow
In a corner
I said
Shadow, how are you
He said
That he has depression
He wants some sunny rain
In cerulean blue

I met
A ghost
In the desert
I said
Well
How do you do?
He said
It’s too hot
Where he’s going
He wanted
Some sunny rainclouds
Of cerulean blue

sunny raincloud

for Katy Claire

Sadness

Sadness
it is a constant process
yes
you have to keep it rolling
al the time

Sadness
it is a constant process
you have to keep it rolling
to make it mine

it is not so bad
it’s not so good
it’s just a feeling
to feel better than you should

its made of the different colours
from the rain
you add some good
you add some bad
you add some happy
you add some pain

Sadness
is a constant process
yes
you have to keep it rolling
both day and night
you take some good

of what you feel
you take some bad
you keep rolling
to combine

if you do that, what
do you have
a feeling that is
more good than bad

and that’s not so bad

for Hettie

PTSD

Capture

At the station
There were
Balls of dust
On the edges
Of the tables
The walls were shabby
The floor was dirty

On reception
A barrel chested
Police officer
He seemed to live
On a higher level
He drifted
He stopped and glowed
He moved thinking about something
He turned effortlessly
Into the spiritual
Of his higher world duties

You feared him
Just a little
He was distant
Like a bird
Moving across
Fresh snow
You moved passed him
Like you were passing a giant
In a strange untouchable vision
In another world

Defeat

They land like bombs
From a volcano
Post traumatic
Stress disorders
They
Pom-pom powder
The heart and head
And soak into the body
Like leeches

You become conscious
It’s the day after
You have a bulge
The size of an armored tank
In your chest

You move
With anvils
Either side of your head

You don’t know it
You don’t believe t
You’ve changed
From the smoothie drinker
To the metal black creature
From the lagoon

Hurt
You’ve never felt so hurt
By mankind’s secret weapon
Hate

Death

They lost their lives
In the battle of the bathroom
They were all lined up
On the venetian blind
Like a row
Of horrible little black mice

Then they all flew about
At once, around my bonce
I moved in with the spray
Like a man in a police line

Finger on the trigger
I was man – the killer

Now in the peaceful
Autumn days
I keep finding their bodies
Behind the vases

Zion

By the river Thames
Where I sat down
I began to weep
When I remembered Zion

As the river flowed
Beneath my feet
And the high rise flats
Grasped at heaven

I walk to the edge
And I dived in
The deepest end
Of my prison

And as I drifted
Down to the sea
I found a place
To pray again

Did you know?
That as a kid
I had an invisible
Sister

And mother laughed
Because I cried
When she went away
I missed her

Like sitting down
By the river Thames
And weeping
When I remembered Zion

Bluebells

Delicate, beaming mysterious signals
Thumbing it’s nose up at the world
Bluebells

Bluebells, imitate sleeping
Guardians in the forest, colour ringing light
Insects reach out and pull the ropes
Deafened by the chimes, scamper away.

Bluebells, hiding under bushes
Imitating the slumber of creatures
Leaves, a corolla of shredded paper
Peaceful, undisturbed, lazy
Revelling in their hide and seek experience.

Bluebells, playing jokes, insisting
That they are not bluebells
Easily deluded, you begin to wonder
“What are Bluebells?” as you walk away
Then there’s merriment, there’s giggling
Like the sound of falling rain

Never Feel Sorry For the Devil

Never feel sorry for the devil
Never sympathise with him
Or he’ll swallow you up like a big fish
And you’ll enter into his sin.

Have you felt sorry for the devil?
Did you ever sympathise with him
Then he swallowed you up, you morsel
He’s identified you as his twin.

When you’re at the gate to the tunnel
That mirages all over him
And the Garden of Eden melts in the rain
Then you’ve been expelled from within.

Never feel sorry for Satan
Or find yourself melt like a stone
Best to keep well clear of Satan
It’s best to leave him alone.

His condition is of his own choosing
And he vows to never back down
His life is a river of human blood
That flows across burning ground.

If you meet him one dark evening
And he plays on your sympathy
Don’t laugh or cry, but hurry on by
If you wish to stay forever free.

Morant Street

Loneliness from her body
Shines like the moon
As she stares at me
From a dark window.

Her bones shine through
Haunted, jaundiced skin,
Radiating the night coming pain
Of her ending self.

The leaves from the Poplar trees
Sweep beneath her window
In the glass dance of silence
Like timid helpless creatures.

Her face of chiselled solitude
Shrunken in hunger of poverty
Her eyes a glass blowers fire
That melts with accusation.

1997

Beneath the meadow

Beneath the meadow
Was a jewel
Locked in rock
It caused a fool
To turn the meadow
Upside down
Until the jewel
He had found
Then he went
And from his face
Locked his jewellery
Into a safe
And the meadow?
It saw no more
The summer sun
The flowered floor
But it remained
Like a breast torn
Its’ heart gone
Its’ flowers unborn