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Wild White Dove
by Roger L Reeves
She watched the
old man, a wise and stout sage,
he had taken the Raven,
leaving an empty cage,
grunting and climbing he rose to
whatever was happening left a frightful
A window he'd made, he flung open up there,
sunlight flooded in along with fresh air,
she noticed the
man spoke something to the Raven,
then with both hands
launched him from safe haven.
Now that Raven, at first,
had been a bothersome one,
yet as time passed good
relations had begun,
but with the Raven gone, his empty
cage is so bleak,
he's been gone many days now, perhaps
even a week.
She worried and fretted for him these days
missing that noisy Raven and his annoying song,
she tried to remember, to bring his song to mind,
here heart was so heavy, no song could she find.
what she was missing, her heart craving,
it was the image
of that nasty old black Raven,
but instead of the Raven,
returned only the old man,
now she was the one cuddled in
his loving hand.
He climbed and he grunted till they were
yet careful and loving with this white dove,
he spoke something to her, but she didn't understand,
the words carried a peace coming from this man.
opened the window in came moist air,
suddenly she felt
confined in this man's lair,
he spoke and kissed her on
top of her beak,
what was it this old man would have her
The two hands pointed her out toward the sky,
gentle launch, she flapped and began to fly,
and stretched toward heavenly blue,
for the first time in
months she actually flew.
She climbed and climbed in an
being carried away by sudden freedom's
her heart beat wildly as she flew futher astray,
till she realized she had already lost her way.
fluffed her tail and angled wings to glide down,
below and to the horizon, but saw no ground,
left and spiraled, right and glided around,
sight, no green, no brown, no land found.
sight she had never before seen,
a world of blue, no
sand, no leafy green,
the water had no breakers, there
was no shoreline,
the ocean had no branch, or grew any
Gracefully gliding and enjoying the warm sun,
she'd forgotten flying was such thrilling fun,
she thought this was living the best,
she realized below
she'd find no place to rest.
Is this what became of her
old friend the Raven,
her hope was in G-d, only He could
have saved him,
but worse now than worrying for the black
she had to face this predicament, no matter
She rested as she glided, down to water's
then she'd flap her way upward to exhaustion's
she'd glide and rest, spiral left and spiral
all the while searching the limits of her sight.
Listening to the heaviness of her heartbeat,
rest for the sole of her feet,
looking back to where her
fight had begun,
a place of captivity where she would
No surprise to her, just a feeling of dismay,
all the spiraling and gliding she'd lost her way,
though she was smart and keen of sight,
she wandered the
ocean flying all the long night.
Exhaustion had begun to
wear her senses down,
yet at early morning light her
weary sight found,
a speck so far away she could not
if she could make it there before she fell.
heart beat wildly inside her white chest,
for all day and
all night she had found no rest,
and now she was here at
strengths very end,
what must have happened to her Raven
While mourning for another concern, not her own,
she'd forgot her peril and flew on and on,
realized that home was just down below,
at last no more
to fly around, or go to and fro.
She landed by the
window, exhausted, and stood,
waiting there, something
told her she should,
to her relief it opened and there
was the old man,
he reached out, comforting and caught
her in his hand.
He drew her inside to safety at long
cuddling and soothing, never moving to fast,
comfort she felt now in her small little home,
could not rid herself of feeling alone.
With her thoughts
of the Raven and the flight outside,
if her eyes could do
so, she would surely have cried,
could he have survived
these many days above the sea,
she thought, "I would have
failed, the strengths not in me."
Before she could count
another week went by,
again she was cooing with a most
she thanked her Maker for the time she had
with that black Raven who had so pitiably fared.
Yet somehow inside her there still lived a hope,
over endless waters he somehow could cope,
she was surprised by the return of the old man,
she would leave again in search of dry land.
was not set on survival unless,
she could find hope that
the Raven found rest,
but out that window she flew from
knowing both shared the hope of a brave new
Flying in the sunlight, not so crazed as before,
she kept her bearings on that window, safety's door,
so long did she soar, search, and fly,
green beckoned out
and called her to fly nigh.
Wonderful trees full of
beautiful green life,
breeze fluttered leaves that
soothed all strife,
branches to rest in, lop around and
and quickly she spent playing the entire day.
But the chill of the evening warned her not to stay,
plucked an olive leaf, jumped and flew away,
dusk turned to that old black night,
she was waiting at
the window at the end of her flight.
The window opened in
a quick and good time,
to the old man that leaf was a
really good sign,
he returned her to her cage with very
all seemed hollow with the Raven gone all
Another seven days in her cage she now
she'd forgotten the Raven, but she'd never
she really did care, but she had begun to
she knew his life was in the hands of Almighty
Once more the man took her up expectantly,
this time, not only her, but all could be free,
out the window thinking of the giant sea,
outside she landed in a nice shade tree.
She and the old
man knew she'd never go back,
she was now free like the
Raven of black,
this shade tree she'd make a fine homey
right next to where G-d brought Noah's Ark to rest.
Old man Noah was free to now come outside,
from a very
long trip and quite a scary ride,
she could see by his
face the old man did know,
as he smiled through tears at
Many of us are like that Wild White Dove,
sent on our errands, missions from above,
ready to fall, as is the way of man,
G-d reaches out of
heaven and catches us in His hand.
Roger L. Reeves II
Amcha – עמך – “Your People”
With gentile eyes
I see the world, not knowing,
and you see what I miss,
but I cry tears tender at those
times I read,
and you have not tears, but inwardly bleed.
What place is this, Sobibor, Treblinka, Dachau,
all look now not seeing, and wonder how,
any man can do
what should never have been,
as if taught of demons full
of Satan’s own sin.
Death! Jew! Death! Echoes words
spawned of hell.
always rising over and over from hates
aimed at the ones who brought us the real
Torah and G-d our only hope or everlasting proof.
How can anyone hate so insidiously and deny love,
murder and kill the chosen people of G-d above,
hearts were worse than the ghetto of Krackow,
And their souls
condemned to the shadow of Dachau.
Dare I touch on
the pain of those in Sobibor,
those there for moments and
on earth no more,
those who loved the ones who burned
such sacred suffering, to compare to this is
Yet my soul cries out for some sort of reason,
how these animals could bring such a hateful season,
I am not different in what must be the solution,
forget must be the final resolution.
Written by Roger
L. Reeves II, CR 2009
All the children
fell to search.
No deeply graven hole held this angel
Nor did we unearth in our thick birch,
wrapped homes, that we were Divine -
that would come
by Rachael Haines
Who truly Loves
Who truly blesses Him?
Not those who fail to
keep His Torah,
which is everlasting.
the Heart of Yah?
Who are His Children?
who boast at the vine,
which so graciously grafted them
Who knows the Name of Yah?
Who has kept it
Not those who use it in vain,
brought it to mean NOTHING.
Who has seen the tears of
Who has felt His pain?
Not those who reject
who have never themselves watched their child's
Who has Yah's spirit within?
Who has fruits
which are good?
Not those who have no Love,
know not patience, and forgiveness when not deserved!
WHO ARE THOSE WHO TRULY LOVE YAH?
WHO WILL SEE HIS
ONLY THOSE WHO KEEP HIS COMMANDS, AND SHOW LOVE
You HAVE forgotten!
this poem is dirrected to so many New Testament
who have forgotten
who grafted them in!
WHY DO YOU
Why do you love me? Oh,
great is the err of my ways... Yet, you stay beside
me and lift me when I fall. You saw me from afar and
you sought me. When I defy you, you look at me with
compassion. When I trample your love, you wait
patiently for me to return. I look at you sometimes
and dare you to stop me. I shouldn't treat you that
way. When you reach out to me, I sometimes slap your
hand away... So much I have longed to be with you,
and you call out to me... your words fall on deaf
ears... So many times you place yourself in front of
me and offer a direction for success, but mine eyes
are dim to truth. I hear you call to me, and I turn
not aside. Oh, tell me why, why must you love me so
unconditionally? When I say I am not worth your
time, you seek me out even more. When I dream my
existence to naught, you give me reason to hope. I
hang my head with such shame... My heart sinks deep
into the oppression I call myself. The darkness that
captivates my soul drowns my vision. Yet, in the
midst of the storm raging with in me, your peace
still seeks my pain, calling to me, and this is what
I love you. So great are
these words, written by many a poet? But these words
came by me. My love was formed into the world. My
love created the day and night. My love created the
sun, moon, stars, animals and you. It is my love
that reaches to the depths of your soul and my love
that will never let you go. It was my love that
found you where you were and my love that will go
where e'er you go. My love for you is greater than
the mighty oak that lives so many years, my love for
you flows stronger than the rivers that have cut the
earth so low. My love for you flies higher than the
greatest bird and my love for you comes with in a
single word... Jesus. I have chosen you to walk with
me. I have chosen you great things to be. All that I
am, I place in you, and so I call and wait, so come.
I hope and listen. Someday my hopes for you will
grow within and make you true. I love you are the
words I chose. I hung them up for all to see. I hung
them up to grasp and hold unto the hope that ne'er
grows old. Oh, come and see that I am here and that
I'll hold you e'er so near. Let your grasp upon the
lies be released, fall into my tenderness. I will
warm you from the chill and your heart with my love
I will fill.
So, I called out from my
pain, seeking that tenderness I hoped to gain. I
reached to you and my ears they heard, that
wonderful sound of that single word... Jesus. Oh my
God I asked again... Why do you love me so? This
time I heard your voice and saw your hand... I felt
your love and asked again... Why do you love me so?
Your warmth surrounded me, and your presence ######
my soul. Your peace touched me and my heart was made
whole. So I asked again... Why do you love me so?
And you spoke and this is what you said...
A poet puts his heart
deep into his work. An artist paints his soul on
each canvas. A carpenter carves his very being into
every groove. I have made you and placed myself
within. I created love, nurtured love, and guided
love since the beginning of all creation... because
you are a part of all that I am, I love you...
So I said not this time,
why do you love me so... but I said ... Lord, I love
Pernell R. Rodocker
The Messiah: Wild, Untamed and Free
by D.J. Tyrer
Wild ferocious, sword bearer,
unconquered, life bearer,
Free, defiant, truthbearer.
by D.J. Tyrer
is one of self-abuse:
We inflict spiritual
Upon ouselves, then
Beg for The Lord's
Prayer in Temptation's Shadow
by D.J. Tyrer
be with me now
And guide my way.
walked amongst us
You have seen our ways
suffered with us
And shed your blood in sacrifice.
Tell me now the path to take,
I give myself to you
my heart does stray.
Do not reject me
Rather lift me
Not death but life to taste.
Lord Yeshua pity me,
I who am weak of will
Who am tempted of heart
strengthen my will
Gladden my heart.
for you have
and shunned her,
let me shun her too.
By DJ Tyrer
yeshua came unto the house
Eleazar, a rabbi;
Simeon seated Him at his table
was there all spread out,
Around it gathered guests
Many of good standing
And the Teacher's disciples
While servants came and went
Attending all about.
The meal was under way
Everyone there was eating
Simeon and Yeshua talking
came a woman most beautiful
An alabaster jar in her
A container full of perfume.
As the Teacher
She fell before Him all a-weeping
an act most dutiful.
She took the stopper from the
And poured the contents upon Him
The smell of
perfume ###### the house
While all looked on stunned
And full of disbelief
Then her tears washed His feet
As she crouched there
And wiped them dry with her hair.
Then her sobs began to cease
Followed by by a sigh of
Simeon knew her, his sister, and
He thought: 'If He really were a prophet
He should know she is a great sinner.'
The Teacher spoke:
"She who baptises my head
With perfume and my feet with
Is blessed. She was a great sinner
But has made
a great repentence to receive
A great forgiveness. She
For my funeral, for I shall soon be dead."
Now those there that were watching
Were angered at
Of perfume so expensive wasted
have been given to the poor
And so in hubbub did exclaim:
"Lady, no! Go!
What a waste!"
(Though for Iscariot, it
That was hurt).
"Lady, for shame!"
But the Teacher said: "No!
She has done a wonderful
Having prepared me for my burial.
remain, but I shall go.
Lady, thy sins are forgiven."
And they said: "Who is this that
Forgives sin? Is He man
"Because the lady believed, she
Is saved from
her sins. Lady, go in peace.
For thou shalt be recalled
on Earth and in heaven."
to D.J. Tyrer
The Tree From Which Yeshua Sprang
Written by Connie
The Tree from
which Yeshua sprang
Cut off His Branch without a pang.
Yet to all He says "I am the Vine,
Come to Me, drink
"Jewish or Gentile, pruned or wild,
Each branch of My Tree is a much-loved child.
children, sit and eat
Of the Bread of Life, which tastes
I sat beside Him, at the Table
asked Him "L-rd, about my label?"
He said, " Daughter,
all are Mine alone
Who believe their sin I have atoned."
"But why do I hear 'I'm just a Gentile,
in, but I'm still wild.'?"
"Men don't get it, they can't
Those I've made free, are free, indeed."
What Makes Us
Written by Connie Saffle
June 8, 2000
Chupah, mitzvot, tzit-tzit, nu?
Who we are, or what we do?
What makes us
Centuries of faith, fraternal?
Candles lit by those maternal?
Or belief in Him, Who is
What makes us Messianic Jews?
Talmud learned by sons so fervent?
Or faith in Him, the Suffering Servant?
What makes us
To place our faith upon the Rock,
To place ourselves within His flock.
To love the Son, the
That's what makes us Messianic Jews.
Written by Connie
Saffle, Dec. 2005
Christmas – such controversy they cause in the
Messianic community…. Both are full of Light and
mercy, both remind of grace and unity.
First, the glow of
the Chanukkiah…nine lights that burned by
Adonai’s hand. They remind us yearly of this
great idea: miracles happen in the Promised
Then the Jewel of
Heaven’s crown: the Light of the Christmas
star…. The joy of perfect Love came down to draw
us near, from Sin afar.
The lights I see
shine brightly. Would that we could get along!
Both lights shine – are lit up nightly: Ma’oz
Tzur/Immanu-El our song.
There’s no room in
Adonai’s home for petty bickering and fights.
Chanukah and Christmas, both in our home…Let us
celebrate the Light!
by Hannah Christie
The one who
brings the joyous sunshine
After a night of tears and
The one who births a new beginning
in a heart
that's crushed by pain,
The one whose love can touch you
you will never be the same;
It can only
The one who takes life's
trials and struggles
and turns them into something right,
The one who sets the lame ones dancing
and gives back
blinded eyes their sights,
The one who has defeated
and helps us win our every fight;
Can it be
the Saviour of the whole wide world
is touching me?
And can it be
than in spite of all the things I've done
he's come, to pour his love into me?
He must be
It's he who gave me a new life
his love I'll never die,
It's he who comforts all my
and hears me every time I cry,
It's he who
give me peace and hope
And joy to make my spirit fly
He IS My Yeshua!
And he will always be
Throughout all eternity
all that's life and love
Birth of Samuel
by Hannah Christie
I'd known of you for a long time,
though when we
I wasn't sure how I was supposed to serve you,
Or even who you really were.
Though we were ordained from
To be as one - echad,
I was afraid you'd
reject me, because
I wasn't good enough, didn't bear
The other has so much more to offer.
watched you to see how I could serve you,
how I could
make you pleased with me.
I tried so many times,
so many times I remained unfilled
and I once again
So I did the only thing left,
and that was
to beg you to love me,
trying to earn your favour.
Many times I cried, and only faith
convinced me that you
Though other times I felt your embrace,
and then I seemed to know what you wanted
me to do.
On my knees I say your face, with my hands
and not in the toil of shame and guilt
the noose of obligation.
And now...! My
dream-child has been born
through pain and suffering.
My new life, the one I now leave here
with you to care
has finally made it's lusty cry
and entered this
So now I have something to show those who
that the virgin, or the barren
leave no legacy.
The Poetry of Wynne
Oh why have so
many gone astray.
Who is this beast* of the Middle East.
Oh how they will pay, for soon will
be the day.
not forget His birthday.
Let's not forget His sacrifice.
Let's begin to pray for His
return this day.
Let Christmas be
for Him we owe everything.
His day is not
exchanging foolish gifts
and thinking only of
But it is still His Day.
My wish is to
reinstate His day
and His day is Christmas .
It is my Christmas
Wish just give
us this day and our daily bread
thank you for the day
everyday. Let's celebrate the day.
It puts my heart in such dismay!
Let's get into the fray
for the way
it used to be so long ago.
Pray for the
day and a new day
beginning this Christmas day.
the bells of mercy ring
around this world this day
Peace on this earth.
stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do
not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow;I am
the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on
ripened grain;I am gentle autumn's rain. When
you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the
swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled
flight,I am the soft star that shines at
night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not
there; I did not die. I am the soldier in
spirit fighting for my home land .My soul
lives on thru Gods great mercy.We will defeat in
the heat of battle.We will sacrafice for the day
of feast.I am the Israli soldier who lives in
* in reference to
Mirrors Of Love
Mirrors of love
reflecting the glitters.
across the spacesthose lusty looks that we dare!Oh"
God please don't
The morrows of
life's reflection So torments me,
and can only lead
to the inner temptations of lust I have for you.
all around meat once tantalizing
and swishing me
away into the spirit of lights,
what mirrors create as I fallasleep this night,
I'm dizzy in your
eyes of lusting love.
The mirrors have
captured me my love.
F aith, H ope and L ove
by Yahkleen Tamar
F inding what is
truth, wanting only what is right.
A sking for Adoni's
guidance, to show me His holy light.
I have been a
Hebrew, for as long as memory can reach.
T he prayer is
that I know, and others I can teach.
H elp Torah to stand
and bind us up again.
H ealing the blind, blessing
O h! That's what my pray is. What is yours?
P eace is essential, to bring back His chosen.
part of me shutters, when I know that I've sinned.
earning and living, as days breeze on by.
O h thank Him
for familes and friends from on high.
V ery empty is my
soul, when I don't work for heavenly affection.
father I've lost, but when I see him again, I'll run in his
Swirling, whirling, jolly sounds;
Spreading ideas all around.
Scratched beards, babbling tongues;
Sharing thoughts among everyone.
A nod, a snap, a whisper, too;
Filtering thoughts up and through.
Turning, yearning, again being heard.
Listening closer to a humble word.
Slanted heads and dimpled chins;
Pecking subjects like mother hens.
Folded arms and waving hands;
Taking it's turn on every man.
Yahning sighs and foggy glasses;
twidling thumbs and sideways glances.
Intwining hearts; reaching Yah's call.
May I be for Messiah, or no one at all.
avenage me, but Adoni?
I wait for His counsel in my fear;
What should I do, but bring myself low,
even when I know not of my own conviction.
When I wander wearly along, Ha Elyon
puts me back to the place I've been appointed -
where I ask not anymore, nor test my salvation,
For He is the mighty one who judges.
Why I am being tested?, I do for see a desire
of strength from He who is greatest.
How the weight bears on my shoulders,
I cannot share; because Yeshua's love
reaching back shouts 'I care!"
Sink me back to the depths of true happiness.
For every time I fall a little harder...
I danced with
fragrant joy before my G-d.
Steps for which I knew not;
But inheirited through peace
(away) from iniquites.
was not afraid as my brethern,
but now are trembling with fear from guilt
I have not brought before Elohim sanctifacation.
My feet have now become a pair of bricks,
and my hands as if tied to the floor.
Again I cry to my Adoni, wishing to see
fruits of humility from this shame that has spread,
not knowing how to ask, only wanting to cast stones
against thy Holy One's abombinations!
Cover our own rebellion, YHVH, for some sin may
be greater than we know;
Revel to us truth quickly!
That WE may trust in Yeshua, our salvation,
again - and not ourselves.
My tongue tastes like mortor in my mouth;
Some see delieverance as a proclamation;
But I see NOT humility in a false repentance...
When I was distressed; You set me free;
hear my prayer, have mercy on me!
I waited patiently
Till' he turned towarded me, hearing my crys.
Those who remain prideful, cannot stand
eyes - You will destroy
them who remain in lies.
encourage me, listening to them;
So they, Your people;
won't feel terror again.
You probed mine heart - though I
You visit me Mighty One! Within day and
Arise, Ecad, confront them! Bring them down!
enimies long to crush me in the ground!
But I say lo!
Dustruction is in his wings -
Yet it is never to the Evil
One that I sing!
Behold! Forsee what strength He's given
I can still hear the sound of thier footsteps
Without speech, word, or even voice being heard -
It is through the Counsoler, His mercies stand assured.
And in the faith that His servant's are warned;
righteous acts of my heart, there is reward.
shout for joy with the angels in victory
As in spirit, in
all good things - His glory!
For we keep Y'hshau our
souls greatest request.
Remember! It is the love of
unperfect hate we protest.
Despite thier avid scheme,
they won't succeed.
If you watch, you will see, it is
YHVH that leads.!
The Shakings Part
See YHVH sitting in the heavens - yet He does not
The lowliness of some - the sighting of the poor.,
Let the Ruach breathe - keeping us alive.
A testimony for
the next generation - of Adonis.
Come forth as Ya'acov,
who seeks his face;
Lo! Yeshua anoints our heads and
Come closer to kiss my cheek, Holy one! I'm
Put upon me Messiah, the garments of grace
Send me to walk around the altar, Adoni,.
This is the place where hope comes forth and glory abides.
Watch Him! He hides me in the folds of His tent.
am humble, I see such compassions sent.
Do not be quiet,
Ha Kodesh, spilling empty silence -
Mine heart cannot
bear that! It forms a yearning alliance...
See the light
we are blessed in - the riches of Shalom -
your faces - oh peoples - make it known!
Though I am
unworthy - He shows great favor,
Through the promised
Lamb - my Savior.
In truth, He did not hand me over to
He has set my dancing feet where I can move
Behold the flooding water of those in angry
Yet the think they're free; but are as if in
Adoni! Save me from evil troubles and thoughts;
Yet rescue me from mocking, bitter assaults.
people refresh themselves in a stream of delight;
hear Ammi' Saith Him 'I am the judge and good fight'
Yeah, L-rd don't let me boast; lest my foot slip.
deceit - your not welcome! I cannot lie with my lips.
when I do die, will my name disappear...?
Messiah my shelter, I have nothing to fear.
A Chanukah Poem
by Nancy Westbrook
than 2000 years ago
The land of Israel did glow
a Syrian king
who ruled everything
Forced Jews to
denounce what they know.
Antiochus was the Syrian
his contempt of religion did ring
In the temple so graced
And to idols he told
them to sing.
Yohuda was called *Maccabee*
meaning, O God, Who is like unto Thee.
An army was cast
and his followers at last
would fight to set the jews
The Syrians sent in their troup
fought off the group
They fought for their souls
the Torah scrolls
Their temple a must to recoup.
The Maccabees were heros in war
They fought forty
thousand in score
The Syrian's were defeated
God's miracle the Syrian's abhor!
Upon the Maccabees return
To the temple where idols
All idols removed
God's love was proved
valuable lesson learned
The menorah they wanted to
The cruze holding oil was slight
Just enough for
To light their way
But it lasted through the 8th
Simplist of ease!
A. Henzel "98"
My lord you
thought of me then said the word- and I came to be!
By the work of
your hands, you shaped, molded and structured me,
so that I reflect
the image of thee.
Your knowledge is
Yet- one is able
to see your majesty in a flower,
or in an infants
My lord I hope all
come to see-
that your the
cause to be-
the one who makes
things happen with the-
simplist of ease.
by James F. Hill
We the people are
G-d hath robed us
with this land
and we have put it
A garment of fine
woven through the
dyed with bright
Coveted of the
Jewel of our crown
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