Destruction was effected after visitation, for visitation always precedes.
quote by Emanuel Swedenborg
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Your Visitation
Visitation you know, is a Ministry in need,
Is simply God's way to sow local seed.
You don't need a pulpit on which you can perch,
Just simply point people the way to the Church.
'I don't know how to preach, ' is what you might say,
Just simply explain how someone showed you 'The Way.'
This calling for men to go out on Visitation,
Is not some kind of new religious creation.
It was a command from the Lord, before He ascended to Heaven.
To His Disciples and a small group of about one hundred and seven.
So they started at once, to go out and preach concerning 'The Way.'
And being lead by The Holy Spirit, they knew just what to say.
So that tiny little group that once shook with great fright,
Grew into a great Body that preached with delight.
Now after two millennia of time has gone by,
That once great body, makes even hardly a sigh.
But He's coming again, we know this for sure,
And soon He may knock at your very own door.
Concerning your service, will you be filled with elation,
When God finally calls, on your Visitation.
(Copyright © 11/2002)
Mended
When turbulence overtakes me
And it seems everyone forsakes me
My heart within me is rended
Yet my soul is ascended
And my spirit is transcended
Because through blessed visitation,
Jesus invitation, and Holy Spirit inspiration
I am mended
To be healed one must yield to God's Will
A repentent and humble soul He will fill
With graces enough to get through the day
And upon bended knees one begins to pray
Promising to follow Jesus' Way
Because through blessed visitation,
Jesus invitation, and Holy Spirit inspiration
One is mended.
poem by Mel Patterson
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It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.
quote by Laurie Lee
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I thought The Visitation was good fun. We did some of that filming at Ealing on the big set.
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I Saw Death Come (Rondelet)
I saw death come
by way of a machinegun,
I saw death come
quickly or more slowly to some
while some soldiers did away run;
its visitation I did shun,
I saw death come.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Desires
Come to me and have all that your heart desires,
And let me know the state of your mind on this love;
Because the flood waters are still around you!
The day of visitation and the day of love,
Does the axe boast itself against him who chops with it? !
But this love is like the burning of fire in the bush.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The act of exploring what the men are, and moreover the separation of the good from the evil, is visitation; and the good are then removed, and the evil are left behind.
quote by Emanuel Swedenborg
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I Like Both
Purple scallops in random skies
A nice night for praise and wonder
Maybe a visitation?
A goodnights sleep sends me
Beauty always seems to surprise me
Put some music to it and WOW!
It’s like God knew
Some people don’t go to church
Some folks just feel the Spirit
In the beauty all around
I like both
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Courting Fidelity
It was
a graceful exit
with audacious idiocity.
A cyclops was going
for a dress disaster.
Visitation
of flesh, mars the beauty.
Cheating starts
between the pails of tears.
I start hitting the planet.
Let the bride
sleep in fog. A volcano
was going to shed
the sperms on your
shirt.
poem by Satish Verma
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In a Dream State of Consciousness
Too many seem to be in a dream state of consciousness.
Drifting from one unreality to another.
Seeking to wake up on something concrete.
Something to plant their feet on.
With the least amount of effort.
Wishing to be assisted from one fantasy to another.
Hoping truths are rumored delusions.
And holding onto myths,
Will provide them a painless visitation with happiness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Of A Godman
I have agreed to cede
an unwritten moon
in a killing frenzy,
for a chequered spirituality.
Now visitation will start
ravishing the light at dawn.
The grievers will assemble
for a final scoop of dust.
Forgive my star,
for a failed touchdown.
A child stands before glitterati
born again to suffer the other sky.
Nothing comes out of nothing.
The circle was complete.
poem by Satish Verma
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To Serve And Dish It Plateless
Call it anything you wish.
To serve and dish it plateless...
For your interpretation,
Of an effectiveness.
But time I wont spend,
Nibbling on negativity.
That's not my cup of tea.
Pour it if you wish...
But you can skip over me.
Nor can I see that done,
Continually...
By those selecting to do it...
As if nothing else is on their minds,
But a consistent visitation that reveals...
A nonsense and foolishness,
That should have long been left behind.
But chosen repeatedly,
To keep as if to thrive....
They do.
With nothing else there,
But a vague reality to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Is
What is truth?
the question of the ages
Is still being probed
Amongst the world's sages.
Truth, the father of virtue
And kinsman of beauty
Is the colleague and ally
Of rectitude and duty.
Truth is not passive
As the Rosetta Stone
Foe its Author is living,
To the possessors, well-known.
Truth is love at work
In the visitation of He
Who came through the Fashioner
In the form of humanity !
poem by Rosalie Kollett
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Drifting Pain
I am in retreat, for a music
of visitation,
playing with the words.
Mission failed,
the upheaval starts in the islands
of void, to find out
who was unglazed.
Folding the protuberance
in a pilfered fidelity, the shards
had no input in violence.
Mistrial. A half-mad moon
crashes on grass. The fireflies
resume the journey
to darkness.
The fangs were out
in green charm, in fierce silence
of the exhumed vault.
poem by Satish Verma
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Ol Mulholland
You believe if (you better)
I got their number
Classic camcorder
I saw everything
Dinner plate specials
The shapes of cucumber
I'm going to the papers
I am going to sing
In the cool, cool night
And in the middle of the day
I'm watching my back
I'm waiting my visitation
From the mem in black
Are they grey or is it my own nation?
It's been a good year
It's been a good summer
I wait for the door or that phone to ring
Our little race
I don't want to fail
So just in case
I made you a copy
And I put it in the mail
You believe it
I got their number
Classic camcorder
I saw everything
song performed by by Frank Black
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Men In Black
You believe it (you better)
I got their number
Classic camcorder
I saw everything
Dinner plate specials
The shapes of cucumber
Im going to the papers
I am going to sing
In the cool, cool night
And in the middle of the day
Im watching my back
Im waiting my visitation
From the men in black
Are they grey or is it my own nation?
Its been a good year
Its been a good summer
I wait for the door or that phone to ring
Our little race
I dont want to fall
So just in case
I made you a copy
And I put it in the mail
You believe it
I got their number
Classic camcorder
I saw everything
song performed by by Frank Black
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Frugality
wanted to send a call to me
sitting in a flowing traffic of life, a sinister,
sadistic happiness to see the disasters
coming home, in triangle of death,
for visitation of a nihilistic visual, the wedding
of taxidermal violence, at scope of frugal
clay, moulding the age of anxiety
because there were enough girls to be raped
and hunger was disconnecting the tribes
in camps, the bunkers were safe haven
for daunting, unremembered prodigal sons;
the vultures were dying daily,
you were outcast, a sleepwalker in dark,
confronting the boundaries of labiate palms
poem by Satish Verma
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Knight of the Mournful Countenance
I read cervantes' novel don quixote
in visitation grammar school
the good nuns knew I was not
the average neighborhood thug
so they left me to read dumas
and jack london or whomever
and to illustrate the hijinks
of eighth grade hooligans
in pencil and ink comic book style
the nuns may have guessed
my ulterior motive in ridiculing
the thugs who menaced me
every day after school
with a sound thrashing
if my cartoons didn't meet
their approval
so I drew and sketched
in broad strokes our comedy!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Tolerated For What It Is
A sickness condoned,
Becomes a disease...
Too difficult to explain to cure or rid.
And tolerated for what it is,
It becomes an epidemic...
That numbs those who become,
Too addicted to the illness,
To acknowledge its destruction.
All effected in acceptance,
Eventually become humored by it!
And it sits destroying,
As it inflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Healer
My child, I had a visitation in my sleep last night
Something was calling to me from a blinding light
And told me not to fear it, hear it
It said, its time to make the world a little wiser.
There are enough destroyers and criticizers.
The world needs a healer, healer.
And I awoke, my heart was pounding
cause it was not like me to have such dreams
But I could not fall asleep for wondering
Why the messenger had come to me
My child, I am too old and I am set in my ways
But now I realize just what the voice conveyed
You will be a healer, healer
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
Because the healer comes
The healer comes
Your destiny I lay before you
But then the choice was never yours nor mine
When its time to take this burden on you
Then I will take the one you leave behind
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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