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The Banner at Home (23.1.09)

“The Banner of the Kingdom is at home in the garden of the earth,

                                                is at home in the oases of wonder,

                                                is at home in the waterfalls of the veils.

  The Banner of the Kingdom is at home in the adornment of the flowers,

                                                is at home in the delight of webs within the mists,

                                                is at home in the beauty of the decoration of the skies.

  The Banner of the Kingdom is at home in the majesty of mountains near the seas,

                                                is at home in the expanses of the shorelines with seaborne scents,

                                                is at home in the nesting of mankind in the locations for their souls.

The Banner of the Kingdom loves the variety of life,

                                                        the decoration of each nest,

                                                        the hope expressed with each new birth.

The Banner of the Kingdom loves the relationships of man,

                                                        the laughter of man,

                                                        the dancing of man.

The Banner of the Kingdom loves the myriads of aspirations,

                                                        the myriads of opinions,

                                                        the myriads of expressions,

                                                that compose the face of man.

               The face of man has many aspects worth reflection,

                                                many aspects worth noting,

                                                many aspects worth remembering. 

               The face of man,

                     the presence of man,

                     the integrity of man,

                     the who of man,

                     the what of man,

                     the why of man,

                                       are not the occurrences of microbes in a mess.

               The pottage of man’s stew does not exist,

                                                          has never been,

                                                           will not be.

               The pottage of man’s stew is only there for the basis of dissent.

               The pottage of man’s stew never gave man birth.

               The pottage of man’s stew is a concept bred in minds that are berserk,

                                                                                                     that have stopped thinking,

                                                                                                     that would only justify.

               The pottage of a mess decries a grand design.

               The pottage of a mess denies man’s commonsense.

               The pottage of a mess destroys the concept of a soul,

                                                                       the concept of a spirit,

                                                                       the concept of a destiny beyond the time of man.

               The pottage of a mess has been proposed by Satan,

                                                   is supported by the enemy of man,

                                                   installs the proposition of the foe.

               The pottage of a mess of stew as the birthplace of man beggars the imagination of man,

                                                                                                       beggars the hopes of man,

                                                                                                       beggars the future of man,

                                                                                                       beggars the history of man,

                                                                                                       beggars the presence of man,

                                                                                                       beggars the activities of man.

               The beggaring of man is done in the laboratories of hell,

                                                                in the halls of hate,

                                                                in the caverns of the dead.

               The beggaring of man is done by man himself.

               The beggaring of man is under the guidance of the foe with a ring firmly set in the noses of those who do not

                                                                                                                                                                               stop to think.

               The beggaring of man results from the learned lacking wisdom,

                                                                        the learned following their noses,

                                                                        the learned behaving as lemmings in the race for high esteem.

               The Banner of the Kingdom will be seen at a judgement seat of justice when those who led the beggaring of man –

                                                                                                                                                    who led the beggaring of man –

                                                                                                                                                    who accepted,

                                                                                                                                                              by default,

                                                                                                                                the master of iniquity as their figurehead –

                                                                                                                                      who did not join the battle of the just –

                                                                                                                    will be forever in the company of those with the smell

                                                                                                                                      of sulphur in the nostrils that were pierced.

The Banner of the Kingdom is never led by –

                                                        does not follow –

                                                        will not recognize –

                                                  noses that are pierced.

The Banner of the Kingdom leads to a destiny of glory,

                                                        where The Son never sets,

                                                        where The Son has already risen.”

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