The Feast
The feast of the seagulls hovers over no-man’s land waiting for the unprepared to strike the first blow.
Foolish men of war help themselves to heavens armoury and with unknown arrogance they assume the knowledge of instruction on how to wield them. They sharpen tools for the vintage wrath of the King while the humble quietly empty their hands.
The meek know the power of the sword and who bears the weight of it.
The visible bride veils the true bride as she readies in the sanctuary. A purity set apart prepares her while the foolish flaunt the tools of their destruction.
In peace, the humble shall inherit borderland because they go forth not. They wait in the shadow of the King as heaven releases the almighty host for war.
At the sound of the trumpet, God’s army thunders across borderland while men of war charge into the enemy’s ambush. The angelic host cries out:
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus Dominus Deus sabbaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in Excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini. Hosanna in Excelsis.
With shield and sickle, the harvest begins; and in peace, the meek inherit borderland.
…the birds will feed on those who die in the country. 1 Kings 21:24
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Between us
There is a line in the sand beyond which I proceed no further.
Where grace meets dismissal,
I hide from the line of the stick I carry.
I see borderland but not the one of my making.
I cry out for mercy for the line I now see
between us.
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Borderland
“He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters for a boundary between light and darkness.” Job 26:10
The middle space of war narrows to a hairline fracture as kingdoms prepare for war. The borderland kingdom of God is here. We camp on the edge of war, and in borderland discernment speaks.
Glory readies to shatter earth’s glass ceiling, slicing the veiled invisible. Holy smoke trickles up through the cracked glass beckoning thy kingdom down. Bleeding hands stretch up through the cracks in want of the shield and the white stones of peace.
The dim glass clouds the seer as he struggles to discern what his heart sees. Invisible leaks light to visible as the convergence of kingdoms bleed out the line that marks borderland.
In communion of shields we ready for war and with faith cupped hands we release the white pebbles of peace at borderland.
“He grants peace to your borders and satisfies you with the finest of wheat.” Psalm 47:14
Borderland – land located on or near a frontier or boundary, an indeterminate region
Kingdom Borderland – the spiritual frontier located between the visible and the invisible
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The Song of Deborah
DEBSATWAR 