On November 8 at 5:30 AM, I awakened with the following complete poem in my dream/sleep. I quickly went to my desk and wrote it down before forgetting any of the poem's stanzas. This poem reflects my fond desire to retire aboard and cruise until the Triune Admiralty pipes me aboard His own
flagship.
A MARINER'S PRAYER
Teach to me of Thy pebbles, rocks and sea washed stones
Teach to me of Thy wind and waves of my watery home
Teach to me of my ocean bark o'er spewing foam
Teach to me of Thy boiling depths and watery dome
Teach to me of Thy thundering tides to which I roam
Teach to me the sound of the luff and sheeting drones
Teach to me the length between knots and the sharpening hones
Teach to me the height of the sun at the noon-day zone
TEACH TO ME THY HAND IN ALL THY CREATION
THEN, DEAR FATHER,
TEACH TO ME THY WILL IN ALL MY EVERY DESTINATION
Friday, November 28, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
The Knight and the Jew
P.J. Hereford at 1:50 May 18, 2014
The final aria in Act ll scene 2 by Rudolph, the knight and page to Frederick Barbarossa while on the Third Crusade, in the exchange between the Jew and the knight, from the opera "DIE EHRE EIN" (The Honor of One)
As he bound himself he secured his end
Where is freedom under your law?
You killed Him who came to fulfill and amend
That magnified code you call law
Were I to believe in your hide-bound state
Surly I too would die.
For as you believe so will be your fate;
Unrepentant sin is death to deny
I grasp this vessel and yet I live.
For me there is no curse.
For me there is no sin to forgive;
As meat to idols you still stand accursed
Go back to your trials and self imposed burdens.
But mark me, you're toiling alone.
What debt was incurred by God toward man,
For which you expect Him to humbly atone?
You are sadly lost in your lexicon of law
As evidenced here today.
His death, my life, challenges me with awe
That the ultimate price be paid.
This cup will be taken regardless of use
And rendered for Christ's faithful.
I can vouchsafe; there will be no abuse,
Upon my life most awful.
The chasm between us is bridged by grace.
We are divided by your law and its works,
Which will never suffice nor ever replace
The freely bestowed bounty of Heaven's Divine Clerk!!
The final aria in Act ll scene 2 by Rudolph, the knight and page to Frederick Barbarossa while on the Third Crusade, in the exchange between the Jew and the knight, from the opera "DIE EHRE EIN" (The Honor of One)
As he bound himself he secured his end
Where is freedom under your law?
You killed Him who came to fulfill and amend
That magnified code you call law
Were I to believe in your hide-bound state
Surly I too would die.
For as you believe so will be your fate;
Unrepentant sin is death to deny
I grasp this vessel and yet I live.
For me there is no curse.
For me there is no sin to forgive;
As meat to idols you still stand accursed
Go back to your trials and self imposed burdens.
But mark me, you're toiling alone.
What debt was incurred by God toward man,
For which you expect Him to humbly atone?
You are sadly lost in your lexicon of law
As evidenced here today.
His death, my life, challenges me with awe
That the ultimate price be paid.
This cup will be taken regardless of use
And rendered for Christ's faithful.
I can vouchsafe; there will be no abuse,
Upon my life most awful.
The chasm between us is bridged by grace.
We are divided by your law and its works,
Which will never suffice nor ever replace
The freely bestowed bounty of Heaven's Divine Clerk!!
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