In the prequel we're going to tell about the characters before Left Behind, and the book would end with the rapture instead of start with the rapture like the first one did.
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Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture?
Whence cometh such tender rapture?
Those curls--they are not the first ones
I've smoothened, and I've already
Known lips--that were darker than yours.
The stars have risen and faded,
--Whence cometh such tender rapture?--
And eyes have risen and faded
In face of these eyes of mine
I'd never yet hearkened unto
Such songs in the depths of darkness,
--Whence cometh such tender rapture?--
My head on the bard's own breast
Whence cometh such tender rapture?
And what's to be done with it, artful
Young vagabound, passing minstrel
With lashes--to long to say.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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A Dumb Cuckoo!
Sweetie! Sweetie! O my Sweetie!
When will you smile my Sweetie?
To make this young heart fall into rapture!
Where have you been to delve into books?
Oh, which of the schools has you, as its guest?
When will you be back to comfort my mind?
Till then I shall be a dumb cuckoo!
So tell me, O Sweetie! Tell me; be kind. (Sweetie! ...rapture!)
When will I hear your crystal clear voice?
Oh, whom I can share my feelings and thoughts!
God is my well-wisher hiding into my heart!
To Him I need not mail my grief!
So tell me, O Sweetie! Tell me in brief. (Sweetie! .......rapture!)
I wander in this world as a deaf- mute.
Oh, your absence will decimate my soul!
Embezzler of my, care in studies!
When shall I get back my graphic memory?
Till then, I shall be a silent guy.
So tell me, O dearie! Have no shy. (Sweetie! .....rapture!)
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Give Me My Rapture
There are strange things happening every day
I hear music up above my head
Fill me up with your wonder
Give me my rapture today.
Let me contemplate the presence so divine
Let me sing all day and never get tired
Fill me up from your loving cup
Give me my rapture.
Wont you guide me through the dark night of the soul
That I may better understand your way
Let me be just and worthy to receive
All the blessings of the lord into my life.
Let me purify my thoughts and words and deeds
That I may be a vehicle for thee
Let me hold to the truth in the darkest hour
Le me sing to the glory of the lord.
Give me my rapture today.
Repeat...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Rapture
Toe to toe, dancing very close.
Body breathing almost comatose.
Wall to wall, people hypnotized.
And they're stepping lightly.
Hang each night, in rapture.
In rapture.
Back to back, sacroiliac.
Spineless movement and a wild attack.
Face to face, sightless solitude.
And it's finger popping.
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture.
Fab five freddy told me everybody's fly.
D.j. spinning, i said, "my, my."
Flash is fast, flash is cool.
Francois, c'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all night and then you see a light.
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground.
And out comes the man from mars.
And you try to run but he's got a gun.
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
And then you're in the man from mars.
You go out at night eating cars.
You eat cadillacs, lincolns too.
Mercurys and subaru.
And you don't stop.
You keep on eating cars.
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from mars is through with cars.
He's eating bars.
Yeah, wall to wall.
Door to door.
Hall to hall.
He's gonna eat 'em all.
Rapture.
Be pure.
Man to man, body muscular.
Sismic decibel by the jugular.
Wall to wall tea time technology and a digital ladder.
No sign of bad luck in rapture.
In rapture.
In rapture.
song performed by by Blondie
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Be Ready
Not ready for the rapture my friend; you aren't ready for the end,
An ending that shall overtake, this entire world, make no mistake,
An ending that'll shock the world, as God's Judgment is unfurled,
On a world that has gone awry, from The One Who reigns on high.
The Lord's Judgment is guaranteed, only the rapture will proceed,
His coming Judgment of every nation, a time of great Tribulation,
Against God the nations rage, so, on the world He turns the page,
The final pages out of prophecy, regarding all the nations destiny.
Those who've not feared the Lord, though by grace have endured,
Will see The Lord's uplifted hand, throughout each and every land,
From God's Heavenly Habitation, He will surely strike every nation,
All that were opposed to God, will be Judged by Christ's Iron Rod.
For those in Christ, a different story, as believers shall be in Glory,
For those, Christ has prepared, a place above, and will be spared,
All His Wrath and the desolation, for in the Lord we have salvation,
His Redeemed are on another path, that we shall not see His wrath.
In light of The Word, one can't afford, to not be found in The Lord,
For when the rapture does take place, that will be the end of grace,
It won't be a pretty place or time, for those on the earth left behind,
So dear friend believe in Christ, and you will be in the Book of Life.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
Lost In A Book
SHHH!
don't bother me
I'm lost in a book
mixed up with
the complicated plots
and outrageous characters
when i'm lost in a book
I don't have to think
about my life
I'll get stuck in
a fantasy world
and never
have to come back
home again
one book
after another
I read, read, read
different places
different people
a new world
I start fresh
each time
I open up a new book
when i'm lost in a book
I am safe
no one can hurt me
I'm happy
when I'm lost
in a book
poem by Annie Janine
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The Worlds Only Certain Hope
When hopes and dreams seem to fade, there is one message to herald,
That Jesus is truly the only lasting Hope in this uncertain world.
Now He reigns from up above, but He will descend to earth once more,
As the prophetic Word of God states, this is both certain and sure.
Prophecy makes the Bible different from all other sacred writings,
Peace is found only in Christ, as all others will continue fighting.
When Christ comes to rapture His Church filling us with jubilation,
Israel and the other nations will enter the seven year tribulation.
And after millions of people disappear before the eyes of the world,
A great leader will step in and his plan of peace will be unfurled.
With God's Truth and Light banished from the earth at the rapture,
Followed by a strong delusion on man, their hearts he shall capture.
But he is not just a man, but the one doomed to eternal destruction.
And instead of peace many will fall, through Satan's evil seduction.
And many left on the earth will accept his plan as they are in need,
Since they didn't embrace the Truth, God will allow them to believe.
The wicked one will be destroyed at the splendor of Christ's coming,
So believe my friend, and at the rapture you too can be among Him.
God's Truth is still available today, and God wants you to believe,
But if you continue to reject God's Truth, you too will be deceived.
(Copyright © 11/2002)
Moby Dick - that book is so amazing. I just realized that it starts with two characters meeting in bed; that's how my book begins, too, but I hadn't noticed the parallel before, two characters forced to share a bed, reluctantly.
quote by Michael Chabon
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A Mirror Image
How many times when reading a book,
do we identify with the characters within?
Their traits they have we share,
their loves and heartaches
their lives go through somehow mirror our own.
It’s as if the author was writing about us.
As though he has put us under a microscope
and then writing down everything, he saw.
However, we know this isn’t so
because he or she has written
segments of their own life
and by accident they happen to mirror ours.
Every writer will tell you
that they have their characters under control.
Having written numerous novels,
I know the characters take on a life of their own
and do what they want to do.
We become their instrument as they guide us on our way.
We end up writing what they want us to say.
To every writer his characters are real,
they live, breathe and feel.
The more you write about them,
the more alive they become.
So the next time you pick up a book
and the characters seem real,
they probably are to the author
who looks after them.
24 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie.
quote by Charles Edward Montague
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My Last Breath
Hold on to me love
You know I cant stay long
All I wanted to say was
I love you and Im not afraid
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms
Holding my last breath?
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
Ill miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree
I know you hear me,
I can taste it in your tears.
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you.
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
Closing your eyes
You pray your dreams will leave you here,
But still you wake and know the truth -
No ones there.
Say goodnight, dont be afraid
Calling me, holding me, as you fade to black.
(say goodnight) holding my last breath
(dont be afraid) safe inside myself
(holding me) are my thoughts of you
Sweet rapture and life,
It ends here tonight.
song performed by by Evanescence
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Premonition
The muffled syllables that Nature speaks
Fill us with deeper longing for her word;
She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,
She makes a sweeter music than is heard.
A hidden light illumines all our seeing,
An unknown love enchants our solitude.
We feel and know that from the depths of being
Exhales an infinite, a perfect good.
Though the heart wear the garment of its sorrow
And be not happy like a naked star,
Yet from the thought of peace some peace we borrow,
Some rapture from the rapture felt afar.
Our heart strings are too coarse for Nature's fingers
Deftly to quicken as she pulses on,
And the harsh tremor that among them lingers
Will into sweeter silence die anon.
We catch the broken prelude and suggestion
Of things unuttered, needing to be sung;
We know the burden of them, and their question
Lies heavy on the heart, nor finds a tongue.
Till haply, lightning through the storm of ages,
Our sullen secret flash from sky to sky,
Glowing in some diviner poet's pages
And swelling into rapture from this sigh.
poem by George Santayana
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A glimpse of spring
Now the spring comes with all its delight,
The plants are laden with colourful blossoms,
White, yellow, purple, blue, and red,
There intoxicating fragrance enthralls the mind
It seems somebody has opened the doors of Paradise
The earth is clad in green cloak
The sky watches her with delight
The birds sing pleasant notes
The bees buz round the flowers
To suck their juice
The butterflies fly with glee
Waiting for their turn
A fine breeze blows muttering the words of affection
The rivulet dance with joy and rapture
The hills, the valleys, and the cascades
All wear a new and beautiful look
The whole atmosphere is filled with rapture and I too.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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The Moment After, a poem of Hiroshima
It’s strange, there was no pain.
The atom moves too fast for that.
It left my shadow on that wall,
There’s nothing else intact.
It’s strange to die so quickly
I had no time for fear.
Swept up, as in a rapture
Less than a leaf, more than a tear.
My conscious self dissolving
Like a sugar dropped in tea.
No body left to bury
You incinerated me.
Elsewhere in the city
They’ll unearth a murdered clock-
It’s hands forever frozen
on the moment I was not.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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At Fontainebleau
It was a day of sun and rain,
Uncertain as a child's swift moods;
And I shall never spend again
So blithe a day among the woods.
Was it because the Gods were pleased
That they were awful in our eyes,
Whom we in very deed appeased
With barley-cakes of sacrifice?
The forest knew her and was glad,
And laughed for very joy to know
Her child was with her; then, grown sad,
She wept, because her child must go.
And Alice, like a little Faun,
Went leaping over rocks and ferns,
Coursing the shadow-race from dawn
Until the twilight-flock returns.
And she would spy and she would capture
The shyest flower that lit the grass;
The joy I had to watch her rapture
Was keen as even her rapture was.
The forest knew her and was glad,
And laughed and wept for joy and woe.
This was the welcome that she had
Among the woods of Fontainebleau.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Is She There
Love
Are you hiding in some coffee bar
Maybe in a passing car
Or playing in an orchestra, waiting for me
-To heal and then walk free.
She left me in these chains
And i still bear the stains
Of her wine kisses
Every arrow misses
That Cupid fires at my heart.
Is she shopping right now at the mart?
Love
Will you give me one last chance
One stranger i can ask to dance
Yet know her eyes reflect her soul
To warm my love that others stole.
Does she exist?
Do i persist?
A jigsaw, in pieces my heart
Just a true love would know where to start.
Love
I ask only one thing
That when i feel her sting
We will die in rapture
One kiss, one heaven to capture.
poem by Kevin East
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Mischievous Joy
AS a butterfly renew'd,
When in life I breath'd my last,
To the spots my flight I wing,
Scenes of heav'nly rapture past,
Over meadows, to the spring,
Round the hill, and through the wood.
Soon a tender pair I spy,
And I look down from my seat
On the beauteous maiden's head--
When embodied there I meet
All I lost as soon as dead,
Happy as before am I.
Him she clasps with silent smile,
And his mouth the hour improves,
Sent by kindly Deities;
First from breast to mouth it roves,
Then from mouth to hands it flies,
And I round him sport the while.
And she sees me hov'ring near;
Trembling at her lovers rapture,
Up she springs--I fly away,
"Dearest! let's the insect capture
Come! I long to make my prey
Yonder pretty little dear!"
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Our Diabolical Rapture
In our diabolical rapture we live on and on
And death keeps knocking at our door
So we open the door and we die a bit more
We're in love with with death and we die on and on
Won't you close our eyes
We'll be by your side
In your heavenly rapture we die on and on
And you keep waiting at our door
Yes - we open the door
Let us die a bit more
Because we're in love with you and we die on and on
Won't you close our eyes
We'll be by your side
Your love is the only thing I live for in this world
Oh how I wait for the day your heart burns
In these heavenly flames I've already scorched in
I just want you to know
I'll always be waiting
song performed by by H.I.M.
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The glow of inspiration warms us it is a holy rapture.
Laughter is complete rapture vocalized.
quote by Allison Kearney
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