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F Elliot Sep 2021

     You are blessed by God
     and that blessedness
     leaves me breathless;


But.....
aw.. ****,  love..

The shame didn't come from me
and neither did the all-consuming condemnation..
     yet my direct words to you  make you feel
     as though I am the author of both


Love,  infused with truth
is a language all its own
but you can't do it.. can you
You are wholly unable to see yourself
as someone truly Loveworthy

You can't see it,
and so it is my words to you
that you attack
     and then run from
     and then run to

and then fall in love with

     And then  you rage
     and then  you hide
     as it churns
 
     as it churns
     as it churns


     And you think its from me
     And you think I am the author  of both

But it was   i n   y o u   before we ever met
and because of that,  I lose everything
..
because I won't stop doing
what it is  that I do.


Love is different
than what it sometimes feels to you


Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine
she heard his voice on the other end of the line
she wondered what was wrong this time
She never knew what his calls might bring
with a cowboy like him, it could be anything..
And she always expected the worst
in the back of her mind

He said, "It's cold out here and I'm all alone
didn't make the short go again, and I'm coming home
I know I've been away too long..
I never got a chance to write or call
and I know this rodeo has been ******* us all
But I'll be home soon
and honey is there somethin' wrong?"

She said, "Don't bother comin' home
by time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man."
He said, "I'm sorry it's come down to this
there's so much about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's alright baby
if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne..
Gotta go now baby,
if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne."

He left that phone danglin' off the hook
then slowly turned around and gave it one last look
then he just walked away
He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line
with a little luck he could still get there in time

And in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say..

She said, "Don't bother comin' home
by time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man.."

He said, "I'm sorry it's come down to this
there's so much about you that I'm gonna miss
But it's alright baby,
if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne

Gotta go now baby
if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.."

She never knew what his calls might bring
with a cowboy like him, it could be anything..
and she always expected the worst
In the back of her mind

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come away with me
(Inspired by Ecclesiastes Caput III)


Tempus nascendi, et tempus moriendi.
I have seen men born into honor, and die in disgrace.
Some buried with medals — their coffins lined with gold stolen from the poor.

Tempus tacendi, et tempus loquendi.
I kept my silence once, when fear ruled the air.
But there came a time I could no longer endure the sound of stolen bread
echoing in the bellies of hungry children.

Tempus plantandi, et tempus evellendi.
They planted dynasties like weeds in our soil —
watered with lies, fertilized with public funds.
But in God’s season, they shall be uprooted.

Tempus flendi, et tempus ridendi.
I cried when the sick were turned away,
laughed bitterly when hospitals became monuments of vanity.
"Project Complete," they said. "Healing Denied," we replied.

Tempus belli, et tempus pacis.
This is no longer the time for silence,
nor the time to make peace with evil.
This is the time for war — not with arms, but with truth.

Tempus iudicii.
The time for judgment is not ours to choose,
but neither is it ours to delay.

Et universa fecit Deus pulchra in tempore suo.
Even justice — though long buried — shall rise.
For He has made everything beautiful in its time.







With BAI CGT & SDV/FSP
(Tempus Dei — The Reckoning of Heaven)


Tempus tacendi transiit.
The time for silence has passed.

Vox populi ascendit sicut incensum.
The voice of the people rises like incense.
Cries buried beneath bureaucracy now echo in eternity.
The blood of the innocent cries out from the soil.

Ecce, tempus iudicii.
Behold, the time of judgment.

Thrones built on theft shall crack.
Palaces funded by lies shall fall like dust.
The names engraved in gold shall be erased by fire.


“Et reddet unicuique secundum opera sua.”
The child who died waiting for medicine...
The farmer who walked ten miles to find none...
The mother who buried her dreams beneath sacks of aid with faces printed...
They shall stand as witnesses.


Even the Dead Shall Not Hide
“Et si mortuus est reus, vivit crimen eius.”
Though the guilty be dead, his crime still lives.
And if the son walks in the father's corruption,
the curse shall follow the blood.



But to the Just…
“Tempus pacis.”
The time of peace.

The just shall sleep without fear.
Their reward is not in applause, but in the whisper of God:
“Bene, serve fidelis.”
Well done, faithful servant.


“Universa fecit Deus pulchra in tempore suo.”
God has made everything beautiful in His time.
Even justice delayed,
even truth once buried,
even a nation betrayed — shall be made whole.









With BAI CGT & SDV/FSP

— The End —