The Wild White Dove
by Roger L Reeves II
She watched the old man, a wise and
he had taken the Raven, leaving an empty
grunting and climbing he rose to the
whatever was happening left a frightful
A window he'd made, he flung open up
sunlight flooded in along with fresh
she noticed the man spoke something to
then with both hands launched him from
Now that Raven, at first, had been a
yet as time passed good relations had
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
missing that noisy Raven and his
she tried to remember, to bring his song
but here heart was so heavy, no song
could she find.
She knew what she was missing, her heart
it was the image of that nasty old black
but instead of the Raven, returned only
the old man,
now she was the one cuddled in his
He climbed and he grunted till they were
yet careful and loving with this white
he spoke something to her, but she
but the words carried a peace coming
from this man.
When he opened the window in came moist
suddenly she felt confined in this man's
he spoke and kissed her on top of her
what was it this old man would have her
The two hands pointed her out toward the
a gentle launch, she flapped and began
she soared and stretched toward heavenly
for the first time in months she
She climbed and climbed in an abandoned
being carried away by sudden freedom's
her heart beat wildly as she flew futher
till she realized she had already lost
She fluffed her tail and angled wings to
looked below and to the horizon, but saw
she tilted left and spiraled, right and
nothing in sight, no green, no brown, no
An amazing sight she had never before
a world of blue, no sand, no leafy
the water had no breakers, there was no
the ocean had no branch, or grew any
Gracefully gliding and enjoying the warm
she'd forgotten flying was such
just when she thought this was living
she realized below she'd find no place
Is this what became of her old friend
her hope was in G-d, only He could have
but worse now than worrying for the
black Raven bird,
she had to face this predicament, no
matter how absurd.
She rested as she glided, down to
then she'd flap her way upward to
she'd glide and rest, spiral left and
all the while searching the limits of
Listening to the heaviness of her
finding no rest for the sole of her
looking back to where her fight had
a place of captivity where she would
No surprise to her, just a feeling of
in all the spiraling and gliding she'd
lost her way,
even though she was smart and keen of
she wandered the ocean flying all the
Exhaustion had begun to wear her senses
yet at early morning light her weary
a speck so far away she could not tell,
if she could make it there before she
Her heart beat wildly inside her white
for all day and all night she had found
and now she was here at strengths very
what must have happened to her Raven
While mourning for another concern, not
she'd forgot her peril and flew on and
until she realized that home was just
at last no more to fly around, or go to
She landed by the window, exhausted, and
waiting there, something told her she
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
comfort she felt now in her small little
yet she could not rid herself of feeling
With her thoughts of the Raven and the
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
again she was cooing with a most heavy
she thanked her Maker for the time she
with that black Raven who had so
Yet somehow inside her there still lived
that over endless waters he somehow
then suddenly she was surprised by the
return of the old man,
it seemed she would leave again in
search of dry land.
Her heart was not set on survival
she could find hope that the Raven found
but out that window she flew from his
knowing both shared the hope of a brave
Flying in the sunlight, not so crazed as
she kept her bearings on that window,
not so long did she soar, search, and
green beckoned out and called her to fly
Wonderful trees full of beautiful green
breeze fluttered leaves that soothed all
branches to rest in, lop around and
and quickly she spent playing the entire
But the chill of the evening warned her
not to stay,
she plucked an olive leaf, jumped and
and before dusk turned to that old black
she was waiting at the window at the end
of her flight.
The window opened in a quick and good
to the old man that leaf was a really
he returned her to her cage with very
all seemed hollow with the Raven gone
all these days.
Another seven days in her cage she now
she'd forgotten the Raven, but she'd
never confess it,
she really did care, but she had begun
to feel odd,
she knew his life was in the hands of
Once more the man took her up
hoping this time, not only her, but all
could be free,
she flew out the window thinking of the
but right outside she landed in a nice
She and the old man knew she'd never go
she was now free like the Raven of
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
from a very long trip and quite a scary
she could see by his face the old man
as he smiled through tears at G-d's
Many of us are like that Wild White
sent on our errands, missions from
when tired, ready to fall, as is the way
G-d reaches out of heaven and catches us
in His hand.
Roger L. Reeves II
Amcha – עמך – “Your
eyes I see the world, not knowing,
and you see what I miss, generations
but I cry tears tender at those times I
and you have not tears, but inwardly
What place is this, Sobibor, Treblinka,
where all look now not seeing, and
any man can do what should never have
as if taught of demons full of Satan’s
Death! Jew! Death! Echoes words spawned
always rising over and over from hates
aimed at the ones who brought us the
Torah and G-d our only hope or
How can anyone hate so insidiously and
murder and kill the chosen people of G-d
their hearts were worse than the ghetto
souls condemned to the shadow of Dachau.
touch on the pain of those in
those there for moments and on earth
those who loved the ones who burned
such sacred suffering, to compare to
this is sin.
Yet my soul cries out for some sort
how these animals could bring such a
and I am not different in what must
be the solution,
never to forget must be the final
by Roger L. Reeves II, CR 2009
the children fell to search.
No deeply graven hole held this angel
Nor did we unearth in our thick birch,
richly wrapped homes, that we were
that would come later.
by Rachael Haines
Who truly Loves Yah?
Who truly blesses Him?
Not those who fail to keep His Torah,
which is everlasting.
Who holds the Heart of Yah?
Who are His Children?
Not those who boast at the vine,
which so graciously grafted them in.
Who knows the Name of Yah?
Who has kept it sacred?
Not those who use it in vain,
which have brought it to mean NOTHING.
Who has seen the tears of Yah?
Who has felt His pain?
Not those who reject His son,
who have never themselves watched their
Who has Yah's spirit within?
Who has fruits which are good?
Not those who have no Love,
who know not patience, and forgiveness
when not deserved!
WHO ARE THOSE WHO TRULY LOVE YAH?
WHO WILL SEE HIS FACE?
ONLY THOSE WHO KEEP HIS COMMANDS, AND
SHOW LOVE UNFAILING.
You HAVE forgotten!
this poem is dirrected to so many New
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 you say...
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
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 you...
Pernell R. Rodocker 1/19/00
The Messiah: Wild, Untamed and Free
by D.J. Tyrer
The messiah, logos bearer,
Wild ferocious, sword bearer,
Untamed, unconquered, life bearer,
Free, defiant, truthbearer.
The Human Condition
by D.J. Tyrer
The human condition
is one of self-abuse:
We inflict spiritual pain
Upon ouselves, then
Beg for The Lord's forgiveness.
Prayer in Temptation's Shadow
by D.J. Tyrer
be with me now
And guide my way.
you have walked amongst us
You have seen our ways
you have suffered with us
And shed your blood in sacrifice.
Tell me now the path to take,
I give myself to you
But my heart does stray.
Do not reject me
Rather lift me up
Not death but life to taste.
Lord Yeshua pity me,
I who am weak of will
Who am tempted of heart
Please strengthen my will
Gladden my heart.
for you have known temptation
and shunned her,
let me shun her too.
ANNOINTED MESSIAH (60 lines)
By DJ Tyrer
Six days before Pesach
yeshua came unto the house
Of Simeon Eleazar, a rabbi;
Simeon seated Him at his table
Which 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
Then in came a woman most beautiful
An alabaster jar in her hands,
A container full of perfume.
As the Teacher ate,
She fell before Him all a-weeping
And performed an act most dutiful.
She took the stopper from the jar
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 relief.
Simeon knew her, his sister, and
Her impure ways.
He thought: 'If He really were a prophet
He should know she is a great sinner.'
The Teacher spoke: "She who baptises my
With perfume and my feet with tears
Is blessed. She was a great sinner
But has made a great repentence to
A great forgiveness. She prepares me
For my funeral, for I shall soon be
Now those there that were watching
Were angered at the sight
Of perfume so expensive wasted
That could have been given to the poor
And so in hubbub did exclaim:
"Lady, no! Go!
What a waste!"
(Though for Iscariot, it was
That was hurt).
"Lady, for shame!"
But the Teacher said: "No!
She has done a wonderful thing,
Having prepared me for my burial.
The poor remain, but I shall go.
Lady, thy sins are forgiven."
And they said: "Who is this that
Forgives sin? Is He man or God?"
"Because the lady believed, she
Is saved from her sins. Lady, go in
For thou shalt be recalled on Earth and
to D.J. Tyrer
The Tree From Which Yeshua Sprang
Written by Connie Saffle
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 Heaven's wine."
"Jewish or Gentile, pruned or wild,
Each branch of My Tree is a much-loved
Come, My children, sit and eat
Of the Bread of Life, which tastes so
I sat beside Him, at the Table
And 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,
I'm grafted in, but I'm still wild.'?"
"Men don't get it, they can't agree
Those I've made free, are free, indeed."
What Makes Us Messianic Jews?
Written by Connie Saffle
June 8, 2000
Chupah, mitzvot, tzit-tzit, nu?
Tallit, kippah, Torah, too.
Who we are, or what we do?
What makes us Messianic Jews?
Centuries of faith, fraternal?
Candles lit by those maternal?
Or belief in Him, Who is eternal?
What makes us Messianic Jews?
Lives lived out Torah-observant?
Talmud learned by sons so fervent?
Or faith in Him, the Suffering Servant?
What makes us Messianic Jews?
To place our faith upon the Rock,
To place ourselves within His flock.
To love the Son, the Stumbling Block.
That's what makes us Messianic Jews.
Written by Connie Saffle,
Chanukah and Christmas –
such controversy they cause
in the Messianic community….
Both are full of Light and
mercy, both remind of grace
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 Land!
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.
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
by Hannah Christie
The one who brings the joyous sunshine
After a night of tears and pain,
The one who births a new beginning
in a heart that's crushed by pain,
The one whose love can touch you so that
you will never be the same;
It can only be
The one who takes life's trials and
and turns them into something right,
The one who sets the lame ones dancing
and gives back blinded eyes their
The one who has defeated Shetan
and helps us win our every fight;
It has always been
Can it be
That the Saviour of the whole wide world
is touching me?
And can it be
than in spite of all the things I've
he's come, to pour his love into me?
He must be My Yeshua.
It's he who gave me a new life
so in his love I'll never die,
It's he who comforts all my sorrows
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
will be all that's life and love
Birth of Samuel
by Hannah Christie
I'd known of you for a long time,
though when we first met
I wasn't sure how I was supposed to
Or even who you really were.
Though we were ordained from the
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.
So I watched you to see how I could
how I could make you pleased with me.
I tried so many times,
and so many times I remained unfilled
and I once again stumbled.
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 were there.
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
and not in the toil of shame and guilt
or the noose of obligation.
And now...! My dream-child has
through pain and suffering.
My new life, the one I now leave here
with you to care for,
has finally made it's lusty cry
and entered this world.
So now I have something to show those
that the virgin, or the barren
leave no legacy.
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.
Let's 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 for just
exchanging foolish gifts
and thinking only of ourselves.
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
and 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.
Let the bells of mercy ring
around this world this day
Peace on this earth.
Do not 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
I am gentle autumn's
you awaken in the morning's
hush, I am
the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in
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
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 me.
reference to Satan
Mirrors Of Love
Mirrors of love reflecting the glitters.
Lights bouncing across the spaces
those lusty looks that we dare!
please don't stare.
morrows of life's reflection So torments
can only lead to the
inner temptations of lust I have for
Dreams cascading all around me
at once tantalizing
swishing me away into
the spirit of lights,
that's what mirrors create as I fall
asleep this night,
dizzy in your eyes of
mirrors have captured me my love.
what is truth, wanting only what is
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
H elp Torah to stand and bind us up
H ealing the blind, blessing the poor!
O h! That's what my pray is. What is
P eace is essential, to bring back His
E very part of me shutters, when I know
that I've sinned.
L earning and living, as days breeze on
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.
E arthly 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.
'Tehillim in Tears'
Who can avenage me, but Adoni?
For 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...
One more okay?
I danced with fragrant joy before my G-d.
Steps for which I knew not;
But inheirited through peace
(away) from iniquites.
I 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
not knowing how to ask, only wanting to cast
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...
Shakings - Part I
When I was distressed; You set me free;
Now hear my prayer, have mercy on me!
I waited patiently for Adoni,
Till' he turned towarded me, hearing my
Those who remain prideful, cannot stand
before Your eyes - You will destroy
them who remain in lies.
You encourage me, listening to them;
So they, Your people; won't feel terror
You probed mine heart - though I did
You visit me Mighty One! Within day and
Arise, Ecad, confront them! Bring them
My enimies long to crush me in the
But I say lo! Dustruction is in his
Yet it is never to the Evil One that I
Behold! Forsee what strength He's given
I can still hear the sound of thier
Without speech, word, or even voice
being heard -
It is through the Counsoler, His mercies
And in the faith that His servant's are
in righteous acts of my heart, there is
We will shout for joy with the angels in
As in spirit, in all good things - His
For we keep Y'hshau our souls greatest
Remember! It is the love of unperfect
hate we protest.
Despite thier avid scheme, they won't
If you watch, you will see, it is YHVH
Shakings Part II
See YHVH sitting in the heavens - yet He
does not abhor.
The lowliness of some - the sighting of
Let the Ruach breathe - keeping us
A testimony for the next generation - of
Come forth as Ya'acov, who seeks his
Lo! Yeshua anoints our heads and opens
Come closer to kiss my cheek, Holy one!
Put upon me Messiah, the garments of
grace from distress.
Send me to walk around the altar,
This is the place where hope comes forth
and glory abides.
Watch Him! He hides me in the folds of
When I am humble, I see such compassions
Do not be quiet, Ha Kodesh, spilling
empty silence -
Mine heart cannot bear that! It forms a
See the light we are blessed in - the
riches of Shalom -
Conceal not your faces - oh peoples -
make it known!
Though I am unworthy - He shows great
Through the promised Lamb - my Savior.
In truth, He did not hand me over to the
He has set my dancing feet where I can
Behold the flooding water of those in
Yet the think they're free; but are as
if in cages.
Adoni! Save me from evil troubles and
Yet rescue me from mocking, bitter
Let the people refresh themselves in a
stream of delight;
'Yet hear Ammi' Saith Him 'I am the
judge and good fight'
Yeah, L-rd don't let me boast; lest my
Oh deceit - your not welcome! I cannot
lie with my lips.
And when I do die, will my name
But with Messiah my shelter, I have
nothing to fear.
A Chanukah Poem
by Nancy Westbrook
More than 2000 years ago
The land of Israel did glow
Until a Syrian king
who ruled everything
Forced Jews to denounce what they know.
Antiochus was the Syrian king
his contempt of religion did ring
Idols were placed
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 free.
The Syrians sent in their troup
Maccabees fought off the group
They fought for their souls
and 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
The Maccabees succeeded
God's miracle the Syrian's abhor!
Upon the Maccabees return
To the temple where idols did ruin
All idols removed
God's love was proved
A valuable lesson learned
The menorah they wanted to light
The cruze holding oil was slight
Just enough for a day
To light their way
But it lasted through the 8th night!
Simplist of ease!
Composed, Michael 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 beyond belief,
Yet- one is able to see your majesty in
or in an infants little feet.
My lord I hope all come to see-
that your the cause to be-
the one who makes things happen with
simplist of ease.
people are Israel!
have put it on.
of fine thread
through the loom
clutching their sacrifice,
of the world