Empathogenesis

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Bursting out
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion.
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the firery breath
of a vengeful dragon.
Smoke swirling around
angry flames of hot venom.
Shattered glass descending
like vicious rain
over everything broken.
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction.
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question …
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”

From ground zero
down below
someone is shouting
-“Allah Akbar!”
-“Hasta La Vista, Baby.”
-“Viva La Revolución!”
The Knowledge of Good and Evil?
Well, that’s where you’re living.

Turning paradise
into a toxic mess.
The broken stubble
of concrete, steel,
and flesh
congealing
in a bloody puddle.
Amongst the lowliest
of the terrible
touched by the beast
with the mark of Cain.
Through the killing fields
the vilest of violence
a spreading stain.

Wondering
wandering
a surging wilderness
to clear my mind.
A city of madness
friends and family
all left behind.
Where the politics of greed
trumps need
amid collisions explosive.
The lost innocence
drowning in a sea of envy
and religious divisiveness.
As the trolls dolls of antichrist
swear and curse
with candy coated lies
whilst praying for the worst
upon a rebellious nation
the poverty of desolation.
Who?
Talking about my generation.
You who believe in magic
yet scoff at the blessing?

I believe in love . . .
with all the salad dressing.
Me, who knows nothing
except Christ’s manifestation, crucifixion
and resurrection.
I live within
a divine blessing
with an angelic covering.
It is there for the taking.
Along with a whole lotta love
and forgiveness
just for the asking.
So tell me
how earth’s high and mighty
have all fallen?

The Poet Supreme
… the was and is
as in the beginning
The Kingdom within
and yet to come.
Author of all creation …
the Word divinely spoken.
Within the material
a harmony is vibrating
awaiting the spiritual
in grand expectation.

Once upon
a space and time
the Garden Living
a story in the telling?
The true poetry
of a guiding hand.
Halcyon days of innocence
but a millenium
in your eternal presence.
All creation proclaims
God is one.
In unity true
we too
should be one
under the Sun.

They think me mistaken.
“Where is the grand blessing?”
In a world
fractured by division
impoverished by the greed
of men
and terrorised
by the politics of religion
can you not see
a curse in action?
“Might makes right!”
But might is fleeting
Pride put aside
tell me again
how the mighty have fallen.

Left or Right
or even Green.
Red, better off dead
or in between.
Be anxious
for no such thing.
If neurotic love,
the philo of pastry
or eros hasty
are not your scene?
Spiritual destitution, or
the destination of destiny?
Gone tomorrow
here to stray.
My cup overfloweth.
Then, as ever, runneth away.
The karma of instant trauma
inflicted by global conflict
swinging at a moving target.
Humanity is a love refugee
and an economic migrant,
Pursued by the Institute
of Surplus & Deficit.
Forever seeking asylum.
A slave to the system
with all slogans of freedom.
This world is in dire need
of a Love Resurrection.

I’m resolved there be
a resolution.
Wheels revolving.
Patience fulfilling.
The supreme, the sublime,
the celestial solution
… Kingdom Come.
May come as a shock
to that big fat con
of a global constitution?
Tell me once more
how the mighty have fallen.

The Good Shepherd leading
no need for dread
along that elevated heading.
Knowing not
what the future holds
… yet knowing Him
who holds the future.
Looking good
in supernal splendour.
No weapon forged
no spell cast
shall ever prosper.

Passing over today
one who was already
left for dead
now freedom riding.
A true believer
still breathing.
Mount Sinai climbing
eternity glimpsing.
The passion burning
in the shadow of your wing
… restoration
as spots falling
off a leopard flying.
Over a sea of trouble
your presence
in the darkness guiding.
A blaze of glory towering.
My daily bread
manna sustaining.
Milk and honey tomorrow
envisaging
the promise of your word
forever dwelling.

Yet, by the rivers
of mass communication
a captive audience
blindfolded
and with ears bleeding
ceaselessly speaking.
Sleepers walking
onlookers gazing
without ever seeing.
Always fearing the giants
of dark imaginings.
Speak Lord, for finally
your wayward servant
he is listening.
Your word … life giving.
Visions inspiring
with dreams divining.
Your silence … deafening.

The darkest hour
before the dawn.
Good news breaking
upon those who mourn.
“True Faith makes Right!”
The Sun arising.
People of Light
children of laughter
let love shine.
Turn your hearts
to one another.
Day by day
the good or the bad
yours to master.

Well, that’s a decision.
Truth and Justice.
That’s just how it is.
For God will restore
the whole Earth
and give it to His children
as an endless inheritance.
Empathogenesis Metamorphosis.

~ by david redpath © 2018

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‘Communion’
(my cup overflowing)
~ by david redpath © 2017

65 thoughts on “Empathogenesis”

  1. I have encountered them: Those who claim enlightenment, yet pepper their speech with profanity. They know far less than they claim. Their sole saving grace is that they offer self-belief; yet, that is nothing, without an abiding faith in the Creator.

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      1. Yes, there is always hope
        to be tied to that rope
        clinging onto our faith
        so true as our God saith;
        yet “dolça” Marta is
        the way you should say this,
        ‘cos “dolça” is feminine
        and “dolç” the masculine
        of such a lovely word,
        musical as a bird,
        which means someone is sweet,
        oh, what a wondrous beat
        to read you in Catalan;
        I’ve long become your fan.
        And “moltes gràcies” means
        thank you so much, which leans
        on my heart and is good,
        everyone’s understood
        what you have told me here.
        We’ve brought Catalan near
        those who do not know it
        with just this tiny bit.
        Moltes gràcies, your gift
        fills me with joy so swift.
        Wish you have a great week
        says I with my huge beak.

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      2. Disculpeu-me, Marta.
        Of course I should’ve used
        the feminine “dolça”. I’ve
        seen you dance 💃 so no
        doubt about it. During my
        the one week I spent in
        Barcelona I was careful not
        use Spanish pronunciación.
        I was staying in the Gothic
        section, just behind the Catalán
        government building, and things
        were starting to heat up.
        Maintain the rage, but stay
        safe Marta. Change is on
        the way.

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    1. The striving for some Nirvana
      seems to be in man’s DNA.
      To get back to Paradise.
      I see cause and effect, Bojana.
      There are ‘powers and principalities’ at work
      in the world.
      To deny the spiritual is like
      a lamb saying that there are
      no wolves, so no need for
      a shepherd.

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      1. There is a strong tower
        in which there is refuge.
        A lighthouse in the night.
        My diploma of theology
        has been lost in the mail,
        so all I can do is poetry.

        “So raise the candles high
        ‘Cause if you don’t we could
        stay black against the night
        Oh, raise them higher again
        And if you do we could stay
        dry against the rain.”
        ~ Melanie Safka (Lay Down)

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  2. Love this poem, David.
    And I like the sentiment expressed it in, those in Paradise ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
    And we got what we ate.
    Knowledge of Good and evil.
    That was humanity’s punishment- getting its heart’s desire.

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    1. Thanks Chris. I very much appreciate your sage feedback.

      Yes, for we too can
      be gods and goddesses …
      and all that vainglorious
      new age stuff. With a visit to a luxury yoga retreat,
      and a tantric mindfulness
      session with the Swami himself!

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  3. I love the poetic style you used. Most posts with religious themes are usually lengthy and boring to read. This one has a narrative and one like led me to the other and I was actually hooked. And as a Christian I enjoyed reading this and it’s different. Amazing.

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