Empathogenesis

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Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon
Smoke and dust swirling
Searing flames
like hot tongues of venom
Shattered glass descending
as 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
with demonic purpose
The broken rubble
of concrete
steel and torn flesh
congealing
in a bloody puddle
The lowest
of the terrible
action and reaction
touched by some beast
with the mark of Cain
Conspiracy theorists
amateur eugenicists
tribal geneticists
and religious fundamentalists
all postulating over
the Abrahamic Inheritance
whilst spurring on the terrorists

Through the killing fields
a spreading stain
as knives are taped
to the hands of madness
The vilest of violence
bombs being strapped
to the bodies
of young children
Submission to oblivion
with no room for innocence

Wandering
a surging wilderness
to clear my mind
A city of avarice
friends and family
all left behind
where the politics
of greed trumps need
in a land without pity
The extremity of privilege
amid collisions explosive
The hopeless lost
in a sea of politics
for whom the bells toll
and religious divisiveness
where the troll dolls
of antichrist
swear and curse
with candy coated lies
whilst praying for the worst
upon a rebellious nation
as it’s plastic economy
violates the very earth
upon which you’re standing
The poverty of desolation

“Who?”

Talking about my generation
You who believe in magic
yet scoff at the blessing?
Then treats this planet
like junk food wrapping
whilst virtue signalling
how good & green you’re being

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 again
how well you’re doing
But best not mention
how this world’s
high and mighty
eventually . . .
have all fallen?

The Poet Supreme
the visible manifestation
the was … and is
as in the beginning
That Kingdom within
and yet to come
Author of all creation
the Word spiritual
divinely spoken
Within the material
a vibration is harmonising
awaiting His return
in grand expectation

Once upon
a space and time
the Living Garden
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
that God is one
In unity true
we too
should be as one
under the Son
Those preachers of hatred
and division
their day will surely come

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 envy and religion
can you not see
a great curse in action?
“Might makes right!”
But might is fleeting
Pride put aside
tell me again
how the mighty have fallen?

Left ◀️ or Right ▶️ ?
Crescent Moon ☪️
Star ✡️ or Cross ✝️ ?
Green 🟢 . . . or even Red 🔴 ?
Without freedom of choice
perhaps better off dead?
To be anxious
belligerent and obnoxious
over such things
is a recipe for chaos
with human dignity
lost in-between
If romantic love
the philo of pastry
or eros tasty
are not your scene
why the hesitation?
Why the frustration
of celibation?
Why get thee to a nunnery
… or even a monastery
after being sold a guilt trip
by the priests of perdition?

Spiritual destitution
or the destination of destiny?
Gone tomorrow
here to stray
my broken cup overfloweth
then … as ever
runneth away
The karma
of instant trauma
inflicted by global conflict
swinging at a moving target
Mankind is a love refugee
persecuted and destitute
An economic migrant
pursued by the Institute
of Surplus & Deficit
forever seeking asylum
A slave to the system
chanting old slogans
of state sanctioned expression
This world is in dire need
of a love resurrection

I’m resolved there be
a miraculous resolution
to an impossible situation
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 confederation?
Tell me once again
how the mighty have fallen

The Good Shepherd leading
out from under a shroud
No need for dread
along that elevated heading
far from the maddening crowd
and the ungrateful dead
Knowing not
what the future holds
… yet knowing Him
who holds the future
… forever
Looking good
in supernal splendour
No weapon forged
no spell cast
shall ever prosper

Passing over today
one who was already
left for dead
by family and friend alike
now freedom riding
A true believer
miraculously
still breathing
after sustaining a bite
and ingesting the spike
of the Sorcerer
… in full flight conniving

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
A milk and honey tomorrow
. . . envisaging
the promise of your word
forever dwelling

Yet … by the rivers
of mass communication
a captive audience
blindfolded
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
A whisper deep in the night

“Hope, faith, and love,
transforms wrong into right.”

The Sun arising
People of light
children of laughter
let love shine
Turn your hearts
to one another
Day by day
the good and 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 B. Redpath© 2018-23

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Communion
(my cup overflowing)

~ by David B. Redpath © 2019-23

“But let justice roll down like
waters, and righteousness
like an ever-flowing stream.”

~ The Book of Amos

171 thoughts on “Empathogenesis”

  2. “You who believe in magic
    yet scoff at the blessing?
    Then treats this planet
    like junk food wrapping
    whilst virtue signalling
    how good & green you’re being…”
    I felt this, almost like a pointed finger at my heart. But then I feel guilty for everything wrong in the world. Not fun.
    “I believe in love . . .”
    Me too
    “Me … who knows nothing
    except Christ’s manifestation
    crucifixion
    and resurrection”
    My heart is hopeful. Especially with
    Mary Magdelene’s Gospel, too, now.
    “The Christianity we haven’t tried.”
    (Meggan Watterson).
    Women empowered.
    The 4th century Pope’s lies exposed.
    The Acts of Paul and Thecla —
    Thecla! Now, there’s a heroine!
    and the Gospel of Phillip.
    How can we be complete when our sacred texts were dismantled, rewritten, and slandered?
    I will come back and read this aloud. It’s usually the only way I can understand your poems, David. Do you record them? If so, point me to your Spotify!
    “I live within
    a divine blessing…”
    every moment
    ♥ nf

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    1. No Spotify as I’m far too shy, Niki 😎
      But thanks for asking, and taking
      the time out to read my ranting 🙏

      Women were indeed a force in the history
      of the early church. But then the Way got
      waylaid into an organized institutionalized
      religion, and torn apart by misogynistic old
      patriarchs talking “Original Sin”, and that
      the women should keep out of the pulpit
      and get back in the kitchen.

      The esoteric was just so psychedelic
      aboard some magic swirling ship, but
      all too confusing and hectic for simple
      folk, such as myself. I now find the pure
      simplicity of the Gospel absolutely mind
      blowing in the intricate complexity of it’s
      never ending manifold unfolding of reality
      … in fellowship with the Holy Spirit 🕊️
      Jesus Christ is my spirituality, and his
      name my religion 🙏😇🕶️

      Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth,
      and the life. No one comes to the Father 
      except through Me. If you had known me,
      you would have known my Father also;
      henceforth you know him and have seen
      him.” ~ Jesus

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      1. Wow. You just riffed that out now? Amazing. =) Thank you for that lovely, poetic comment. Wow, this Dylan song. ♪! I never heard it before. Or did I years ago and forget it? Adding it to my Dear God playlist on YT. Check out Meggan’s book, too. It blew my mind. ∞♥∞ ← Great Spirit ♀♂

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      2. My flowing pleasure, Niki 💝 😎
        It’s interesting how God can talk to us
        through rocks on the beach 🏖️ song
        lyrics 🎶 and even TV sitcoms 📺 🤔🕶️
        I’ll certainly check out that book 📖 👀

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  3. Great title of your poem, incredible art and you rocked your poem David. Earth shattering, devastating descriptions of a world gone mad in the name of religion. It reminds me of my words “Not My President in the Trump election… and now “Not my God”. Not sure how you came up with this many words but your numbers don’t lie and speak to the heart of our soul. I attempted my poem today about the very thing that pales but the best I could do in speaking about this atrocity that should never have been. Hugs and love ❤️

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    1. Thank you very much, Cindy 🙏
      The limitations of the English
      language requires the creation of empathosynonyms. Especially when
      dealing with the indescribable horrors
      of a world hellbent. It falls upon the
      empathetic poet to be troubled. When
      nothing makes sense, I feel it incumbent
      to seek a viewpoint heaven sent, as from
      high upon a hill, and I keep getting back
      . . . “Thou shalt not kill.”

      May God grant you his peace beyond
      all human understanding ☮️ ❤️✌️😎

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    1. Thanks, Nitin 🙏 I recall it was
      an explosively diatribal time, and
      a hotel in Bangkok had just been
      blown up.
      You’ve reminded me of something
      Boris Badenov, my favourite Russian
      revolutionary, said to Natasha Fatale
      just before Joseph Stalin had him
      shot for treason . . .
      “The more things change, the more
      they stay the same. Only more so.”

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  5. The karma of instant trauma..inflicted by global conflicts…..very well written my dear!! But in such situations all terrorists forget the karma,God and good or bad results.for them ,all human are only creeping creatures.A motivating poem,dear Redpath!!🙏😥🙏

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    1. Thanks for your empathic comment,
      Aruna 🙏💝 😎
      I guess karma is what you make it 🤔🕶️
      But there’s no doubt that humanity,
      as a whole, has been digging itself
      into a hole, and we are now reaping
      what we sow. From savage warfare to a
      ravaged biosphere 🌍 the destructive
      works of man, beyond all reason, is
      ever close at hand. A planet of people
      grasping for their own personal paradise
      rather than reaching out to help their
      fellow man … in peace ☮️

      “God saw all that he had made,
      and it was very good . . . ”

      Now the serpent was more crafty (subtle,
      skilled in deceit) than any living creature
      of the field which the Lord God had made.
      And the serpent (Satan) said to the woman,
      “Can it really be that God has said, You shall
      not eat from any tree of the garden?”
      And the woman said to the serpent,
      “We may eat fruit from the trees of the
      garden, except the fruit from the tree which
      is in the middle of the garden. God said,
      You shall not eat from it nor touch it,
      otherwise you will die.”
      But the serpent said to the woman,
      “You certainly will not die! For God knows
      that on the day you eat from it your eyes will
      be opened [that is, you will have greater
      awareness], and you will be like God,
      knowing [the difference between] good
      . . . and evil.”

      ( … guess what happened next 🍎 )

      “Behold, the man has become like one of Us
      (Father, Son, Holy Spirit), knowing [how to
      distinguish between] good and evil; and now,
      he might stretch out his hand, and take from
      the tree of life as well, and eat [its fruit], and
      live [in this fallen, sinful condition] forever.”
      — Therefore the Lord God sent Adam away
      from the Garden of Eden, to till and cultivate
      the ground from which he was taken.

      “Cursed is the ground because of you;
      through painful toil you will eat food
      from it all the days of your life.
      It will produce thorns and thistles for you,
      and you will eat the plants of the field.
      By the sweat of your brow you will eat
      your food until you return to the ground,
      since from it you were taken;
      for dust you are
          and to dust you will return.”

      ~ From the Book of Genesis

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    1. Thank you opulently, John 😎
      The words in our English arsenal
      just fail to do justice in writing
      about a world of injustice. When
      some say that’s just how it is,
      beyond all and any explanation,
      I find myself looking for evidence
      in the Garden of Eden.
      I now believe this life we are
      given is all about restoration.
      Yet there are many, sadly, hellbent
      on destruction.

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