WHAT WE CELEBRATE

On Christmas Eve The Son was born.

And more important than the corn

which in the winter turns to bread,

He is. To man The Son is head.

At Easter died The Son of Man.

The Justice off to Heaven ran.

And man and woman understood

that to the sinner that was good.

At Pentecost The Girl was born.

No longer girls were only worn.

Called consciousness, The Girl addressed

the man as stupid or as blessed.

THE TRINITY

Seed and growth and harvest is

Father, Spirit, Son – and this

shows us that the Father dies,

dies just for the Son to rise.

Heart and blood and body is

Father, Spirit, Son – and this

shows us that the Son too dies,

being form, for life to rise.

Heaven, firmament and earth –

Father, Spirit, Son as worth –

shows the Holy Spirit's kind,

light and rain the holy mind.

HISTORY WAS WORTH BE THIS WORLD

It is a challenge to the history

that I have walked the earth but that I was

considered not to be of any worth

and treated as an illness not to be

infected by, since truth is I was this

which qualified the whole entire world.

I made The Trinity clear to the world.

And to The Lord I said that history

was not the world. The Trinity showed this

to be the case. Quite clear on that I was.

Instead of ending, focused on to be

the world became, for God to be of worth.

I said The Father is the seed, of worth

when fallen to the ground into the world.

The Holy Spirit is the growth, to be

the nature of the seed. Grasp history.

The Son the harvest is. Some state He was,

by making bread, already doing this.

Considerate I was revealing this.

I did not publish it, to be of worth,

but unimportant as the rain I was

by sending mails to the entire world.

I had a sense of changing history.

A kind of master, though, I would not be.

Insane was what the good Lord let me be.

Insane the rain is, and by being this,

no purpose given, none to history.

No man will say I was of any worth.

But even so I really changed the world.

A gift from Heaven to the earth I was.

I was the saving rain. And being this

is that to be which will not be of worth.

I changed the world. But made no history.

THE HOLY DAYS

At Christmas we do celebrate the gift

us given by the birth of our Lord.

To all and any that birth means a shift

of focus by The Son got to afford.

Of life the meaning, He will be explored.

Of life the meaning, He will set us free!

Life given, human being is assured!

Praised be The Christ, The Lord, eternally!

At Easter we do celebrate the lift

us given by the death of our Lord.

By our sin we were not set adrift

since Jesus Christ, The Son, in fact ignored

the justice. He was killed. And so restored

was freedom. He, Christ Jesus, set us free!

The righteous also! He is not adored!

Praised be The Christ, The Lord, eternally!

At Pentecost there will appear a rift.

The evil and the good, so to The Lord,

will split as future life on earth is whiffed.

By fire, by The Girl, God will accord

importance, as cared for or as abhorred.

The Spirit of The Truth will plague or free –

the human conscience, judgement or reward!

Praised be The Christ, The Lord, eternally!

Prince, every human being will be stored.

In Jesus Christ the being will be free!

May everyone see to it Christ is Lord!

Praised be The Christ, The Lord, eternally!

ADVENT POEM

The candle number one we lit.

We think about the being it

which by the spring is sown to be

the faith and hope expectedly.

The candle number two we lit.

We think about the being fit

which in the summer do appear,

eliminating doubt and fear.

The candle number three we lit.

We think about the being quit

which in the fall is harvested

to be in future cakes and bread.

The candle number four we lit.

We think about the being flit

which in the winter will be some

by having to salvation come.