"And I beheld, and heard the voice of one eagle flying through the midst of heaven,
saying with a loud voice: Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth....
[Apocalypse (Revelation) 8:13]

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Poem: “The Night Is Far Spent”

Poem: “The Night Is Far Spent”
Eric Gajewski
From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
 The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and manifest day of the Lord come.  Acts 2:20

Please enjoy my latest poem. 
Please play the video and read the poem as you listen...
“The Night Is Far Spent”
The fool on the surface hath said
We are sufficient, secure and fed
Still more, these days move along like any else
Yet lies within in sin and with the enemy of souls breaks bread
And for this world, he makes his heart a “cozy bed”
Knowest Ye Not, a heart unprepared
Gives in to lying wonders and likewise seeks to avoid the coming dread
Yet the fool continues on and smiles all along
As the angels above prepare the melody to Justice’s Song
An Eye for an Eye but modern man in his “security” is all too wise
Knowest Ye Not Salvation Drawest Nigh?
And by this Sign given in the sky - men’s hearts shalst feign
Yea, ye wouldst rather choose to die!
Than to break free from the prison within due to the “self’s” chains
O’ Fools! To the blind what good art thou eyes?
To those who speaketh lies what good is the tongue?
For ye wouldst rather dine in the devils dungeon built of dung
Than the Table of Purity established by Our Queen
Ye laugh, scoff at the innocent and in jest mock the just too
But lo and behold God hast a Plan to rid this cold and further purify the fold
The “joke” in reality is about to be played on you….
We are in too deep as Our Lady weeps at the foot of His Feet
Yet ye still disregard with hardened heart and carry on
Dancing with this world and in your selfish sinful ways
Never taking time to appreciate every sunset or the dawn
Ye takest for granted and soon the Lord will root ye out
Ye want more for your already burdened heart
Which every day empties and contains less and less
Ye test God as if thou werest the Master, O’ modern man enthroned!
Ye bless not and curse all that is good...
Ye callest truth a lie and the lie a truth with hearts never at rest
Ye sin and dare not do penance nor confess
Now O’ mighty modern man thou shalst face your sentence!
Ye prefer to revolt and in the self ye wouldst rather “invest”
Do ye really think without God’s grace ye shalst pass the coming Great Test?
Where art thou, O’ Purity? I seest thee not
Do Thou hide behind the clouds of the souls “writhing in darkness”?
With great distress as men continue on in their rioting and drunkenness
Who love to expose the body without proper dress
Who by the day by way of self seek in deep greed to further collect
The sins pile up, His Chalice overflowing as an Eagle assess
Prepare now for the Hour of Justice cometh, the Day of His Wrath
Yea the clock is about to strike midnight as modern man’s recess is nearly over
Lo, the darkness hast taken upon the souls of men
For the night is far past spent….

The Virgin Mary to Blessed Sister Aiello (1950's): 
“You cannot possibly imagine what is going to happen. A great revolution (worldwide) shall break out and the streets shall be stained with blood. The earth shall quake so violently as to scare all mankind. And so, the wicked shall perish according to the inexorably severity of Divine Justice. If possible, publish this message throughout the world, and admonish all the people to do penance and to return right away to God”
‘The wills of men do not change. They live in their obstinacy of sin. More severe are the scourges and plagues to recall them to the way of God; but men still become furious, like wounded beasts (and harden their hearts against the Grace of God). The world is no longer worthy of pardon, but only of fire, destruction and death’
‘Make it known to all men that, repentant, they must return to God, and, in doing so, may hope for pardon, and be saved from the just vengeance of a scorned God’.