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"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]

Monday, July 11, 2016

POEM: Woe Unto You (Isaiah 5)

POEM: Woe Unto You (Isaiah 5)
By: Eric Gajewksi
Is: 5: 20  Woe to you that call evil good, and good evil: that put darkness for light, and light for darkness: that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.

Here is my latest poem from the work, "Fortress of the Soul". Pleas enjoy and share it.  At the end is a compilation of my poems.

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POEM: Woe Unto You (Isaiah 5)
You consider not Our Lord
Nor His Wonderful Works thereof,
Ye who stay below in the meadows as rabbits
Eating of your own recycled dung,
Ye flee from reality for thee within art lonely
Sadly, on the surface, you run to every sound
But knowest not where this bell tolls,
For sinners break and have signed their hearts over, it is fate
In this mirroring of His Face arriving in this hour, so late
Hell hath enlarged her hole on your account
Enveloping so many souls,
Bringing down the worldly and mighty ones
By this age’s false light, with hearts lusting power
Modern man’s “last stand” in his ascending new tower
But In all her vain height
This too shalst be brought down!
As the Lord of Hosts consoles
And comes unto His own,
Persecuted by condoned cords of vanity
Amidst these madmen wherest darkness is sown
But such shalst He crush so that everyone knows
Who is thee Origin of the Wind which blows
Who is thee Hand on this Book of Life
Which He alone can only close
Woe unto you!,
Who call evil good…
Your days are numbered, safety shalst flee thee and thy feet
For the Abyss below awaits as your empty home
You, who put the darkness for light
Bitter is the bark of your wood
For it is the Self within which consumes….
Woe unto you,
Who think you are wise in your own eyes
For Blind thou art in the day and truth ye despise
Flat, shalst ye fall, as the Fire consumes you from the skies
For even your aged wine is bitter
And in your drunkenness you are driven by lies
Yea, it is these same mighty ones
Whose tongues seek “one voice” who likewise conspire
So shall too, ye be consumed, by Truth,
In this purifying heat of the coming Noon
For the Day of Wrath touches all
Striking hard the chords of His people in Justice’s song
Let the mountains, the valleys and every beast proclaim
Lo’ His Voice which rises as a noise echoing from every sea
Relaying… that all must be balanced; that all must be complete
And thus an eagle thrice cries too
Because sinful men ignore heavens plea as to his own coming dread
Utter ruin, with a message for the worldly and doctrinally lewd
Soon, as the Bridegroom assumes in this here tune called,
“Woe, Woe, Woe unto You”

Isaiah 5
[1] I will sing to my beloved the canticle of my cousin concerning his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a hill in a fruitful place. [2] And he fenced it in, and picked the stones out of it, and planted it with the choicest vines, and built a tower in the midst thereof, and set up a winepress therein: and he looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it broutht forth wild grapes. [3] And now, O ye inhabitants of Jerusalem, and ye men of Juda, judge between me and my vineyard. [4] What is there that I ought to do more to my vineyard, that I have not done to it? [5] And now I will shew you what I will do to my vineyard. I will take away the hedge thereof, and it shall be wasted: I will break down the wall thereof, and it shall be trodden down.
[1] My cousin: So the prophet calls Christ, as being of his family and kindred, by descending from the house of David. Ibid.
[1] On a hill: Literally, in the horn, the son of oil.
[6] And I will make it desolate: it shall not be pruned, and it shall not be digged: but briers and thorns shall come up: and I will command the clouds to rain no rain upon it. [7] For the vineyard of the Lord of hosts is the house of Israel: and the man of Juda, his pleasant plant: and I looked that he should do judgment, and behold iniquity: and do justice, and behold a cry. [8] Woe to you that join house to house and lay field to field, even to the end of the place: shall you alone dwell in the midst of the earth? [9] These things are in my ears, saith the Lord of hosts: unless many great and fair houses shall become desolate, without an inhabitant. [10] For ten acres of vineyard shall yield one little measure, and thirty bushels of seed shall yield three bushels.
[11] Woe to you that rise up early in the morning to follow drunkenness, and to drink till the evening, to be inflamed with wine. [12] The harp, and the lyre, and the timbrel, and the pipe, and wine are in your feasts: and the work of the Lord you regard not, nor do you consider the works of his hands. [13] Therefore is my people led away captive, because they had not knowledge, and their nobles have perished with famine, and their multitude were dried up with thirst. [14] Therefore hath hell enlarged her soul, and opened her mouth without any bounds, and their strong ones, and their people, and their high and glorious ones shall go down into it. [15] And man shall be brought down, and man shall be humbled, and the eyes of the lofty shall be brought low.
[16] And the Lord of hosts shall be exalted in judgment, and the holy God shall be sanctified in justice. [17] And the lambs shall feed according to their order, and strangers shall eat the deserts turned into fruitfulness. [18] Woe to you that draw iniquity with cords of vanity, and sin as the rope of a cart. [19] That say: Let him make haste, and let his work come quickly, that we may see it: and let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel come, that we may know it. [20] Woe to you that call evil good, and good evil: that put darkness for light, and light for darkness: that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.
[21] Woe to you that are wise in your own eyes, and prudent in your own conceits. [22] Woe to you that are mighty to drink wine, and stout men at drunkenness. [23] That justify the wicked for gifts, and take away the justice of the just from him. [24] Therefore as the tongue of the fire devoureth the stubble, and the heat of the dame consumeth it: so shall their root be as ashes, and their bud shall go up as dust: for they have cast away the law of the Lord of hosts, and have blasphemed the word of the Holy One of Israel. [25] Therefore is the wrath of the Lord kindled against his people, and he hath stretched out his hand upon them, and struck them: and the mountains were troubled, and their carcasses became as dung in the midst of the streets. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
[26] And he will lift up a sign to the nations afar off, and will whistle to them from the ends of the earth: and behold they shall come with speed swiftly. [27] There is none that shall faint, nor labour among them: they shall not slumber nor sleep, neither shall the girdle of their loins be loosed, nor the latchet of their shoes be broken. [28] Their arrows are sharp, and all their bows are bent. The hoofs of their horses shall be like the hint, and their wheels like the violence of a tempest. [29] Their roaring like that of a lion, they shall roar like young lions: yea they shall roar, and take hold of the prey, and they shall keep fast hold of it, and there shall be none to deliver it. [30] And they shall make a noise against them that day, like the roaring of the sea; we shall look towards the land, and behold darkness of tribulation, and the light is darkened with the mist thereof.

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