THE BRAT - THE BEGINNING
Part 11: THE CLASS ROOM (II)
At times it seems possible, like now,
The "Chalice" of the Prophecy sleeping between her two wolf-hounds.
Yes, just watching her nested peacefully between her two hounds.
At times it seems possible, like now.
The "Chalice" of the Prophecy sleeping between her two wolf-hounds.
She becomes "little girl", some of us have girls.
Our Hope, our Faith, our Love focused through this sleeping girl.
The "Chalice" of the Prophecy sleeping between Irish wolf-hounds.
She becomes "little girl", some of us have girls,
The thirty-three of us warriors on this estate.
Surviving the war. Bringing wives and families to this estate.
Yes, she becomes "little girl", some of us have girls.
The thirty-three of us warriors on this estate.
The mountains, the meadows our children roam.
The marsh, the seasons, and the library to roam.
Yes, the thirty-three warriors and our families on this estate.
The range of mountains, the meadows our children roam.
God preparing, endearing Himself to each of us thirty-three.
The fireplace, the planted fields, the class rooms.
Our clifted mountains. The diverse meadows for our children.
God preparing, endearing Himself to each of us thirty-three.
"SECRET COUNCIL OF THE THIRTY-THREE PROPHETS."
God opens secret connections and knowledge for Prophets.
God is preparing, endearing Himself to each of us thirty-three.
"SECRET COUNCIL OF THE THIRTY-THREE PROPHETS."
Never imagining, of course, there could be such secret truth,
Coming together, in perfect harmony and synthesis of TRUTH!
"SECRET COUNCIL OF THE THIRTY-THREE PROPHETS."
Never imagining possible such powerful TRUTH.
At times, like now, I visualize her as recticles on my sniper scope.
It is comical! We all calculate the Pythagoras "twelve" through her.
All the while never imagining it possible, such all-powerful TRUTH.
At times, like now, I visualize her as recticles of my sniper scope.
At times it seems possible, like right now.
Yes, Satan and the False Prophet and the Beast will howl!
At times, like now, I visualize her as recticles of my sniper scope!
At times it seems possible, like right now.
With the "Chalice" of Prophecy sleeping there between her Hounds.
Just watching Brat nested and napping between monstrous Hounds.
At times it seems appealingly possible, like right now!
Pastor Bill Dickgraber
A Catena Rondo for Mindful Poetry
(2/27/2012)
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By mentioning Pythagoras twelve in this poem I am giving clues as to how far along the 33 are in their ever growing knowledge of the "Mysteries" as found in manuscripts and demonstrated through Brat's "Anointed" interconnection with God and the Natural Law of His Creation. Meshing there is the secret.
The number twelve in Natural Law spins out of this world. lol. Literally. The constelations. So, even though Pythagoras did not speak of it...never-the-less it all-encompassed him in a "real" twelve important years. I pulled this "Providence of God" out of the shadows where scholars buried in the tomes would miss it. Remember...In this "real" Biblical prophesy of the "Two Witnesses", the two will excell all scholars.
Ann, you have the type of mind/imagination this is written for. A parable is written to purposely exclude those not "initiated" and/or interested. For me, the prophecies of the "Two Witnesses of Revelation 11" are deadly serious.
One last thing, because February 29th is my mother's leap-year birthday I am writing one more poem to sort of honor her (she passed away several years ago and I write poetry for and/or dedicated to her. The poem is already written and it is in several languages. lol. Will submit it AND try to explain it after midnight. Thank you for helping me on this project.
One last thing.
The number three does have to do with THE Trinity. And the trinities found profusely in Natural Law and virtually every religion leading up to Christ.
Secondly, the twelve breasts of Diana. I visualize the naturalistlly rustic "Fountain of Nature" sort of tucked out of the way at the"Villa d'Este" in (I believe) Rome.