Poetry & parbles
My O my, what was up with that fly? What saith thy Adonai? As birds fly, I will defend Jerusalem. Then again, i heard the Word, As birds fly I will defend Jerusalem. Then again, As bird flu, said the Jew of Kings. Watch the little things I do. Bird flu? Is that the same as covid too? Is this what the fly was alluding to? Then it made sense. There will be a recompense. Since Pence should have known, Jerusalem is your undivided home. Yet a fly alone has shown what he refused to know. What a sign assigned, that a fly could steal his time. Then I heard the Lion roar: more will be the theft of this fly, for America will next cry.
Lord, I might just be a dog down under your table, but at least I am able to eat the meat that fell at your feet. Thank you my Jew for allowing me to view this view. Albeit I see it, I am still not worthy to Tye your shoe. Avenu, may I ask you, what wood Jesus do? Then I saw the Election tabled. On Abraham's accord, and for Isaac's Lord, the latter rain poured Eliyah's cup. Then a chair was moved up there. In front of Messiah, at the challenge of Moriah, Eliyah came to sit. Don't forget, he shall yet restore all things. Was a song I heard Moses sing. Then they all bowed to their head as Zechariah said, grace grace to the Jewish race. Then I heard my Friend say it again in Greek: Sit a place for the meek. For many shall come from the East and feast with Able. Many shall come from the West and find rest at my table. But the Election are my natural selection
It wood seem today there is no esteem. But I for One am still keen, for I have seen what I have seen. Your Honor, I understand what this means. The place of your honor dishonored. Severance is not reverence. To see them spit in your holy face, to see them split your holy place. What a disgrace! Speaking of faces, Lord, those so near have so little revere. I know you told me not to look at their faces of disdain. But how long can I contain this shame? I know this is my part, but it hurts my heart. Still thou art worthy of all my honor. For I knew what this gift wood lead to. HaShem forgive them even though they know no shame. For Salvation is thy name.
The latter rain came as the Sun arose. Then i saw all those rainbows. It was Noah's tribal revival being proposed as the complacent became unfroze. Then at the end a little cloud arose. I heard Eliyah say, this is the way, walk ye in it. So I conceded and heeded, then looked again and the little cloud was seeded with Israel's elect. See Seer, I will protect my own even if I was not known among them. Then, under the rainbow I saw the coming of a ruler walking the streets of the far East. He had the horn of the unicorn, hard and scarred. A progression grew from the few that followed the Jew. Then I knew. This is the promised One, studded and gutted from the Roman spear who is drawing near into the atmosphere. With His horn of Da'vid he defeated the seed of Dan. So that there was no serpent in the land. The accuser was cast out who brought about his judgment. At last, I heard the trumpet blast saying, the first shall be fast to go, to the land of the rainbow. For the Unicorn shall push the thousands of Manasseh, and the ten thousands of Ephraim unto the ends of the Earth.
Curt Zant, not your typical author. He's had ranches in Texas and Oklahoma and has a love for the land and outdoors. During his walk with God, he has experienced the Almighty's compassion for both the Jewish people and their homeland, and wishes to relay this divine desire of restoration for Israel to the readers. Curt has recently moved to New Zealand. Purchase "I am the God of Israel" here.