"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]

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Poem: “Crushed By Thy Gentle Love”

Poem: “Crushed By Thy Gentle Love”
By: Eric Gajewski
From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
Matthew 28:18
And Jesus coming, spoke to them, saying: All power is given to me in heaven and in earth.

Please play the video below and read the poem as you listen. Please return to watch the video after. 

“Crushed By Thy Gentle Love” 
Harken heareth an Eagles speak!
Behold! A Violent Wind from the North
Calming the stormy souls of men  
Heavy hearts which seek refuge from thy Justice of all sort  
To unimaginable to write by weary pen  
Thy Sign in the sky we shall see
For this sorrowful hour is far past ten
Approaching the new beginning; it is Thee!
Whose Sacred Heart we once again seek Which overflows with mercy and gives Which calls forth my heart to press onward
Even when I move to recede Whose Divine Face for mankind still horribly bleeds
Whose Mother shalst always stay close, O’ Blessed Mary

A Lady gentle as the wind yet still firm against the enemy 

Behold! Still more yet to come
As the eagles band together in Crusade
Marching virtuously to the tune of war drums
Whose feet walk harmoniously with thy Way

A Cross weighing down harshly only eventually alleviates the worry

But wilst this opportunity for patience pass

Due to the world always being in a hurry

For with every storm cometh the hope of the rainbow

With every Cross, an expansion of the Fire & Light in the soul
And with every dark cloud that gathers
There is yet but one more chance to patch up the ailing heart’s holes
Our King whose Love for the world shalst soon manifestly melt
Hast gone before us, taking our anxieties, with every suffering He felt
I see the eagles gathering in rebirthed purified new lands
Therefore, relinquish all thy fears, which are attributed to self
That are crushed by the gentle love of the Palm of His Hands
I hear His Voice loudly echoing within
A message for the wounded souls attributed to sin
Soldiers of My Sacred Heart, Keep on battling, keep on battling
For only thy Sacred Heart can now correct our transgressions
And thru immaculate Heart of Mary we can begin once again

Yea, Love is bigger than you and I
Whose Sacred Heart no mere mortal can explain fully
Who wrote unspoken words written in red, the God-Man’s story
Which now writes over my past in attempts to keep me holy
Whose Throne still reigns for all eternity
Eagles raptured mystically in the skies flying, breathing in His Divinity
Caught up with the Son above, keeping close to His Body, in His Presence perpetually
For there is but just One Baptism, One Church, One Faith,
One Sacred Heart that ultimately alone gives this unity
O’ to be caught in this Unending Stream
That we might purify our intentions to pleaseth Thee alone, O’ Most Holy Trinity!
With hopes that the Hands which once bore nails for my failings
Would now open the skies wide alas ready to receive me, my Beloved King

Crushed by Thy Gentle Love
Broken by the meek yoke of thy Sacred Heart
Changed by thy sanctifying grace, O’ Most Pure Dove!
I extend my daily thanks and gratitude to the One
Who hast no End nor knewest any Beginning
And within this Abyss, swimming,
We, your eagles continually wilst feed uponst thy Blood
Following in victr’y first given in Faith by Our Mother
Seeking always “without” for poverty is our brother
So that we may continually search in rest to find
For when you are in the Presence of Your Lover
There is no longer any need to count the time
A Sacred Heart which we will forever adore
Which everyday renews and thru every storm endures
Which now turns unto the world to speak thru this Eagle
I STILL have ALL power on heaven and earth to now RESTORE!

“A young eagle must learn to relax his wings in the coming strong winds of the storm for is he tightens up in anxiety, doubt, worry and fear he cannot fly. Spread your wings today in faith in the Sacred Heart of Christ. Spread your wings in hope in the Immaculate Heart of Mary which promises the victr’y at Fatima. 

 "In the End My Immaculate Heart Will Triumph!" Our Lady of Fatima

 Get “over” your worst fears by first getting “under” the Mantle of Our Blessed Queen.

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