Its a Wonderful Movie: For the Love of Grace
I need some help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lily frost sings a first sign prior to the song 'Where is Love'.....WHAT IS
THE NAME OF THE SONG SUNG BY LILY FROST WHEN IN THE MOVIE,
GRACE IS TAKING PICTURES IN THE PARK!!!!!!!
Help
Daniel Thompson at boxrdaniel@gmail.com
Monday, May 27, 2013
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Death…Death… Come talk to me Death;
And I will talk with You.
And I will talk with You.
Death, like so many beastly bears
Wait by the falls for us with matted hairs,
As we, like salmon’s never-ending foal,
leaping towards life’s supposed goal.
In giving offspring’s wondrous style
Just as we behold a lovely child –
Yet both are truly
Weak and mild.
Driven by will, desire
And that which we see,
Blind, towards an end –
On we go insatiably;
- Impotently
- Humorously?
To All - we assign
Biological meaning, Technical terms,
And true to form we find…
Proper reasons why this death,
This inevitable death – this act so certain -
Show Guaranteed,
Draw death’s curtain.
Unquestionable, immutable
All the same
Positive, absolutive,
What was his name?
Are we so different…Salmon?
Taking my all.
Like the Salmon – ev’n by waterfall;
Leaving nothing to hurt, nothing to harm,
This, This is nature’s charm?
Thus for Man, the Gabrielic trump;
Even taking my friend,s last lump,
All, All - but tie or shawl
The microbes will dine
Whether great or small.
But…
If this, If this
be the sum of all...
Man’s fate - Egg to shawl,
Salmon consumed at the fall
We swim upstream, only to stall?
Do you suppose this, our hill,
Life’s ditty…just “Jack and Jill” –
No! No! No such pose –
‘Tis
“My Love is like a red, red, rose,”
The Pieta…in every part…of every art.
No…
No, I say no, man is more
Than a line, a sockeyed bit part,
‘cause
He moves his digits
But tenderly, with his heart;
Man does not just eat,
Nor just does he see…
But someday knows and wakes to -
Eternally.
For purposes fashioned in timelessness past,
And that, by the maker of nature’s cast;
Will we truly know
Citationism - its flowing fast,
All those things future, with all that is past.
All will not be fish, bear, tree,
But each and all –
a harmonious tapestry.
God Hath Yet to speak His Last
The Telos of Yahweh's Word…The Telos of Yahweh's Truth…
Fully He hath yet to unloose.
God hath yet to exhale…..
Yet to command with finality,
Yet to speak His ultimate...
To address His Universe
With the blinding verse -
Colloquial Truth -
Absolute,
Terse.
Terrifyingly clear…
Crystallized - Awful - Sincere.
Nor has He breathed decisively;
Caught we mortals unprepared -
Aghast.
At a time they know not
Each and every man's truest,
Most vulnerable spot.
Me.
Unawares; Each moment be
In His hand and
Of His hand -
Every instant of ours
Hath He yet
To Set
HIS FINAL,
SOVEREIGN COMMAND.
How natural for Nature
To come near and hear.
How terrifying
For man
Who has listened
To snear.
Ready
He shall not be;
When God speaks of Words...
And those of Eternity.
Fixed,
Forever,
Absolutely,
Man shall Find;
Breaking in
upon every man's mind.
With the force of the Pure...
The Infinate...
The Blindingly...
Sure.
Man…
Oh man, yet hath he sailed
into pristine purity unassailed -
By the Power of
His most Righteous sea
a-gailed.
Man has ne'er seen...
Seen such a day's test;
Of untainted, infinite Holiness expressed.
And unending rectitude powerfully blessed:
Of Judgment's breath revealed,
Nor Jehovah's Fury
Fully,
Finality
un-sealed.
"Breath NO MORE,"
Virtue most virtuous
Most living of life;
Depositor of truth
Falsehood Cut
with Yahweh's knife.
That day…That day…
That overwhelming day…
When rectitude shall demand -
And receive its prey.
When the unrighteousness goeth…
to judgment,
But upright shall stay.
God - His wrath assemble,,
Every quanta shall tremble.
And All hide attempt to
Hide away.
Veracity- - -
"Tis Done," "Tis is Done"
Man hath yet to hear…
And the hunger of Justice's triumph won
The taste of unsweetened integrity -
Waters clear.
Still - - -
To Stand.
To Stand.
God Hath yet to Stand.
In this… or any court of Heav'n -
In this… or any heart of man.
But
Two millennia ago
A Man with spirit pure,
Heard Yahweh's Word's
With faith unwavering - sure.
With all His soul
With all His might;
As if each jot
Was in each and every cell…
His certainty, in every vein clear -
Unambiguous,
Every act dear.
Each assurance - His mind's eye,
Each certainty - His mind's ear.
Abomination - every lie,
God's tittles - forever dear.
On Calvary's terribly holy hill
Adam heard the 'qowl' of a holy God -
From the holy 'cup,' n'er a spill;
And upon that Alter
Of reality cup's fill -
Every sentence He perceived
God's Every verb,
God's Every noun,
fell not to the ground.
But that Christ unperturbed -
Unhesitating believed.
He endured Jahwe's righteous Words,
For our redemption so sweetly sought.
But Oh Creature - listen, attentively
As ye aught…
Satiated, His Holy Soul -
Perfected, His Holy Faith.
Grounded upon the sod of His life..
was
Existence -
Worshipped Him
Reverently still.
To Speak
To Speak
God's 'Telosqoul,' soon shall He speak.
When God Exhales
With eternally pristine ire,
You shall beseech -
You shall entreet -
You shall roar -
You shall implore..
"away' with
Refiner's fire."
But…
Before any 'qoul;'
Oh… His infinitely good and tender call
was
To ME, to ME,,,to mankind ALL.
So many Words
Upon You long - long to act;
To be bathe
and be cleansed
With water, unerring Fact ~
But even more…
The Words which bring a tear…
Words - of all words, truly dear…
My Savior, as if I was but a child…
Picketh me up and Draweth me near.
And with eternal words of truth
And sweetened truth so clear
And clarity as crystal,
In a crystalline atmosphere
Said,
"It is sinners…sinners… I came to call -
I'm calling YOU, FEAR not AT ALL."
I am not Job
I am not Job
of sufferings - great,
Yet Job I am
In Ignorance - spake.
But this I know...
The tender leaves
They have not leave
to fly at Pleasure's hand;
And waters lap
not on the strand
Lacking God's Command
And sweet decree.
God - His way,
Mysterious may,
Inscrutably be.
But Nature - Knowing?-
Lilies - Sowing? -
At their wisdom,
Cannot Be.
When,
In Wisdom's skies, to death I've flown -
Then I shall know, even as I'm known.
To my dear brothers with cancer - whom I adore,
Stephen Michael and Robert Roland
Man, Seek Aright…And…God, Make thyself Known
"Show me thy Glory," said pious Moses,
"Declare thou unto me," is Job's request,
"My cry, 'come near,'" King David sighs...
Satiated searches
Yet, man at his best.
A wise saying,
a path oft trod -
The study of man is God.
…
But Unknowing, choosing, Socratic brew…
…
So absent Moses, David - thinking
a wreck…
Absinthe profound!, saith
Toulouse-Lautrec.
In this - man's puddle of intellect
in his mind
man has trod...
gulping such
void of great
Void of God.
Such knowledge in Greek cisterns sell
Fissure-full pots, with dubious freight;
Roman amphorae deep,
Thimble-full reflection,
Aesthetics thriving, but naught truth's detection,
Such pulls us down -
So our minds 'er drown,
Anointed, we're crowned,
Of wreaths from fable's town.
man…Oh man…
Oh man…forever kissing
Thine own hubrising;
Doesth thou not fear,
To not speak - but not hear?
The truth is…
No music in our lives, only notes,
Producing scores full-blank; Letters
good for neither reed nor reading,
Scores and scores of soars and soars
Which lies on ignorant lives a-fleeting.
Thinketh…
On the truth, thou ist feeding?
As man, full pride, shall n'er taste for his own,
Only the ear a-dancing
The mind - a-prancing
To eternal myth's jangling tone.
Nihahol - A Toast.
(or, the effects of Nihilism - like a few to many - on man's mind)
All the while
Amus-ed, free,
All single-file -
Eternally.
Without minds
We congregate,
Our free thought binds -
We smile…with hate.
Awake! Fair sun
To zenith rise,
We carry on
Midst cake and pies.
A Joyous group
Assembled here,
Arise, we stoop
Profound - unclear.
Throughout the night
To morn anew,
Into our glass
Fresh thoughts - we spew.
A Charming glass
All diffident…
"Drink on, my lass -
More merriment."
A Donkey's game
We'll hit the Marx,
Of wilderness - fame
Of Brilliance - Stark.
Our poisoned thoughts
We share - To shear,
Kan't humor bless
Our sharpened spear?
The World's a stage
To Fiddle on,
Purposeless pens
Play - prologues dawn.
We Russell words
Like cattle - dead,
And wear stuffed birds
Upon our head.
Drink up! Drink up!
Have Alice's seat,
Our tea-cup party….
Oh Hemlock sweet!
All joyous here!
Ideas profound!
Swim in the froth -
Awake, We Drowned.
Worship the sky,
The Earth Adore -
While mankind dies,
We laugh…and snore.
Oh sacred men
With secular pen,
Hell's footman smiles…
And you'll skip in.
A Question to the Scientist/Biologist
I with mystery fill
Confus-ed I am still;
For taught I was
That nature does
Not have a mind - nor will.
Science doth agree
For choice, a brain must be;
But listening long
Perceive - I'm wrong
Like algae, rock, or tree.
Although their brain not see
The algae, rock, and tree;
Yet they still choose
To win - not lose
In Nature's destiny.
But more than this I'm told
The rock evolved to mold;
Transforming best -
Pen'cillin blessed!
Advantageously good
When geology stood
Exceptionally old!
So, Thus persuaded…
Then I shall wait with glee
'till brilliance smiles on me;
And I'll be smart
Back at the start,
For science makes plain
One need no brain,
In fact I'd say
It's in the way,
of endurance voice
And survival's choice
Like algae, rock, and tree
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