Sunday, November 28, 2004

SEVEN THUNDERS ,THE APOLOGY OF STEPHEN

NIGHT SONNETS
by STEPHEN THE PLEBEIAN

When the seven thunders sounded
Their truths could not be written
Till that small sweet book was eaten
And it's prophecies were spoken
To the children of many nations
Many peoples, all human beings
The truth... God is salvation
Lord of light... King of kings
Now the seven golden candle sticks
Must preserve that perfect light
For the children who walk in darkness
They who stumble in darkest night
For seven times seventy, forgiveness my brother
For seven times eternity, perfect love, my Father

In the last year of the second millennium, in the fourth month, on the twenty second day of the month, in the fourth watch of the morning I dreamed a very troubling, and frightening dream.
I was asleep in my bed at home. I could see the clock on the night stand next to my bed, it's red digital numbers were flashing 3:00 AM. The power was off and it was very quiet, and dark, except for the faint glow of the clock face. Far off in the distance I heard the rumbling of thunder - once.
After a few minutes I heard the thunder again, a second rumbling -closer and louder. At regular intervals the thunder sounded, much closer and stronger, three, four, five, and six times it rumbled until it was very near the house - but there was no lightening.
The seventh time the thunder sounded it roared within the house, shaking the whole house upon it's foundation, the floors, walls and ceiling of the place trembled as if they would break apart. The crashing boom of the thunder reverberated throughout the house, and in every fiber of my being - I was very much afraid.
At the moment of that awful noise and shaking, I cried out "My God! My God, help me!"
But the sound of my voice was lost in the tremendous sound of the thunder.
When the thunder ceased, a deep silence fell upon the house and all I could hear was the pounding of my fearful heart. The silence lasted for about half an hour. Then something even more terrifying, and troubling, occurred; at that moment in time I was absolutely, completely, alone. I was at the bottom of a terrible abyss, the blackness of one hundred star-less, moon-less mid-nights weighed down upon my trembling soul. There was no light, there was no love, there was no hope, there was nothing, nothing at all.
Past caring, past feeling, past believing... my heart had turned to stone.
Was then that I sensed a tremendous evil, an evil beyond human comprehension, an evil beyond human logic or explanation, an evil so intense, and hideous, that it hated God, despised humanity and existed for one purpose only - the total degradation of all the goodness within God's Creation. That evil presence was out there in the absolute darkness of the deep, just beyond where I was, watching and waiting; and, in some way inexplicable, it was bleeding my life's spirit from me. As blood would seep from a mortal wound, the essence of my soul was draining away to an evil death ten times more terrible than any mortal demise - I was very near the horrific gates of Hell, upon the brink of eternal damnation and complete separation from the Love of God.
In my dream I opened my mouth to cry out, "No! This cannot be! This is not right! This must be a bad dream! I am still alive! I am not supposed to be here!" But the words would not come out of my mouth, I was so miserably weak and despondent that I could not even moan, much less speak or cry out.
The evil from the bottomless pit began to laugh. He was pleased that I was there, helpless and alone. He was happy that no one cared, that no one would save me, that God had not chosen me. Satan whispered, "God will save his people from their sin, Jacob he loved but Esau he hated, who God despises are truly damned... Forever!"
I was completely lost, hopelessly doomed. With the last ounce of strength left in my mortal being I feebly attempted to cry out... "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani!?"
Amazingly, the evil cringed, and receded a little ways from me. Once again he was waiting, watching, and now... listening.
Then I heard a voice, a still small voice clear and true, calling from a great distance. I recognized the voice immediately. It was a voice like the voice of my father, and my mother, like the voice of my sisters and my brother, like the voice of a friend and neighbor, like the voice of my wife and my children, like the voice of all humanity who still love the loveless, like the voice of all those who I had attempted to love, but failed... miserably.
It was a beautiful and sweat voice, familiar and intimate, like every kind and caring voice I had ever known. But it was so much more. It was a gloriously musical voice of Faith, Hope, and Love beyond human understanding. Although it seamed still, and small, and distant, it flashed across the distance of eternity with extreme power and astounding beauty It pierced the hateful darkness of the abyss with unquestionable authority, there was a harmonic symphony of brilliant light surrounding the voice, dispelling the blackness, echoing... "Holy! Holy! Holy!
The evil fled from the sound, and the presence, of that powerful, loving voice and crouched hatefully, obstinately (none the less, obediently) in the darkness beyond - waiting, watching... listening.
That loving voice had spoken one word in my frightful dream and I who was hopeless, helpless (and deserving of eternal death) a soul lost in revolting, abhorrent sin dared to hope again, to look tentatively, imploringly toward the light and life.
He had called my name. Not my given name, Stephen; No, he called me by a name from my childhood, a name spoken only by those very close to me, a name I had not been called in many, many years... He called me Stevie.
He spoke my name again, a second time, and the sound of his voice was calm and parental, a blessed assurance. He was very near, and I felt the deathly bleeding of my spiritual heart and soul stop immediately. I wanted to speak to him. I strained for strength to open my mouth and say, "I am not worthy to be called your son". But all that came from my lips was stammering. I groaned in my shame and nakedness, in the light of his blessed purity.
Then that evil from the abated darkness spoke accusingly, "Will the judge of all the earth do that which is not right; Will the Son of Man redeem one who is not named from before the foundation of the world?"
The Father of all Living answered, "Oh man of sin, can the dead beast and the prince of death instruct the living? Will the lord of lies and darkness contend with the Lord of Truth and Light? Will the creature give guidance, and teach the Creator?
Oh Lucifer, truly you are called, chief of fools! Where were you when I Am laid the foundations of all existence? When have you numbered the dust of the earth, the stars of the heavens, and the sands of the seas? Who has revealed to you the secretes of God? Who has shown you the names that are written in the Lamb's Book of Life? The Lamb who has defeated you and cast you down by the power of the Holy Spirit! The Lamb, who was slain, has slain you Satan, antichrist!
Oh angel of death, you know well that you are damned; you are sure in your inheritance of eternal damnation! The power of the Water and the Blood, spilt beside the plains of Armageddon, upon the hill of the skull, has bound you, and brought you low, to be trampled asunder by the righteous judgment of the Living God! The Son of Man, born of the woman, who you deceived, has brought this upon your head. By the seed of Adam, who you attempted to murder, and the power of the Spirit, who you tried to defame, you, Belial, are destroyed!
Go now! Dead deceiver! Old murderer! Go now and whisper your lies to the children of the damned. The children of God will not hear you! They who have inherited eternal life have no beginning, and no ending, as they are one with the everlasting Father, the eternal Son, and the immortal Holy Spirit. Just as you, old dragon, Satan, antichrist, are one with eternal death and outer darkness - without beginning, without ending, there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth and they shall bite their tongues in pain with you - oh father of lies."

I awoke from my dream. The lights in my home were on, the day was dawning, the sun was shining, and the hope of life has no ending...



Rhyme of the Ancient Astronaut

Night Sonnets
by
Stephen the Plebeian

To John Glenn, who lifted the spirits of schoolboys - beyond Earth

Oh melancholy veil of velvet nights
Thy kindred stars within thy down turned bowl
Oh shining shimmer, distant ancient lights
Marooned, alone am I, my cosmic soul
My gossamer wings rotting on desolate shores
My phoenix, now an albatross, never burns
My sweet machines rusted, molded, with dust and spores
Treacherous time this trick has played, no hope returns
Ancient cities from which I came, all gone
The Sun, dead star; Venus, Earth, Mars, destroyed
Aeons I sailed, to nothing I belong
Such punishment devils have not employed
The last of man to live and cry alone
To waste away, so slow, as ancient stone

Eternal cracks the tortured, broken mind
That once did fly galaxies of wonder
Was sent out there, the best of human kind
To voyage, to search, to seek, God up yonder
And oh if I could sail again, shining stellar seas
This flesh would flush with vibrant fiery blood
I’d steal the Apples of Hesperides
And fly forever the endless cosmic flood
Would face the demons of the Argonauts
Would brave the Purple Plans of old La Nore
My God! My God! I am an Astronaut
If I cant fly, then let me die, and live no more
Too old am I to sail, too old to fly
Too old to hope, to love, too old to die

On Saturn's moon I waste away forever
What logic is, by logic is conceived
But all too soon what was, now is never
And all that ever was, was all that we believed
Perhaps within the great expanse of time
My next of kin sailed out into the stars
Somewhere out there, may children laugh and church bells chime
May humans love with hope, between the wars
They made me all I am, synthetic man
Then out beyond the great beyond I found my cosmic soul
I reason they still reason, on distant sand
Somewhere out there, within dark night's, velvet melancholy bowl
But now I shut me down, ten thousand years and sleep a good long sleep
And Cosmic God, who gave me human tears, I trust my soul will keep.

Stephen

Stephen Wayne Hampton Sr. 11785 C.R.121 Bryceville, Florida,32009. (904) 266-0232

Copyright SunShine DixieLand Company 2003
http://www.sunshinedixieland.com/ancientastronaut.html

What Am I, Anyways To You?

Night Sonnets
October 4, 1997; St. Mary's, Georgia

What am I... anyways to you?

Can you fancy a heart that bleeding cries,
a lump of flesh... a piece of clay;

A soul that wants and needs and dies?

Was I anything more than a childish quest,
a toy soon hated and cast away?

How did your heart that night incline;

When I kissed your lips (sweet lips)
and felt it beating so close to mine?

(remember your shoe-less feet) I remember this;
your blue and lovely eyes,

Your breath... Your face... turned up to me,
when the rain ceased and the clouds,
parted to the starry skies.

What am I... nothing but a man,
who stood with you on an isle of sands,

And as the storm around us flew,

Reached out my soul and took your hands;

But in that sweet sad parting knew,

That night upon St Mary's shore,

you kissed me once... but never more.



October 29, 1997; Whitehouse, Florida.

Do You Ever Cry?

Do you ever cry when you see a sparrow die;
Hear a robin weep, or watch a baby sleep?
Can you feel the sunshine in that blue sky;
The rain in my sad heart, this road so steep?

Do you ever sing when you hear a church-bell ring,
And laughing dance in light of love's romance?
Can you see inside my heart the love I bring?
Would you, first love betrayed, give a second chance?

The old green hills, Ireland, still sings poet songs;
On Tara's heights still walk the kings of old,
And in this pledge of hearts they see no wrongs,
Thou life's sweet breath departs the things retold;

If love sadly, has fleeting moments of light,
Then love gladly, steals them of darkest night.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

Princess of the People

SEPTEMBER 29, 1997


MANY DAYS OF SILENCE I OBSERVED IN MY HEART, IN RESPECT TO THE LIVING, IN DEFERENCE TO THE DEAD. BY THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON; "THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL." BY MY OWN THINKING, THE DEAD, HAVING TRANSCENDED THE PHYSICAL INTO THE SPIRITUAL REALM, HAVE NO NEED OF PETTY HUMAN KNOWLEDGE. BEING JUDGED BY PERFECT LOVE, THEY ARE NOW BEYOND OUR HUMAN UNDERSTANDING - IN THE HANDS OF GOD - WHERE WE ALSO SHALL ONE DAY BE.
MANY DAYS OF SILENCE I OBSERVED - THEN I BEGAN TO WRITE.
TO MANY TIMES, IN REAL HUMAN TRAGEDY, WHEN THERE IS LOSS OF LIFE, THE BITTER SORROW OF LOVED ONES CLOSE TO THE VICTIMS IS WORSENED BY VAIN AND THOUGHTLESS EXPRESSIONS QUICKLY MADE. IN TRAGEDIES OF UNTIMELY AND VIOLENT DEATH, IT IS HUMAN NATURE FOR THE LIVING TO REACT IN SHOCKED DISBELIEF, DENYING THE UNTHINKABLE THAT HAS BECOME HATEFUL REALITY. THE SHOCK WILL MANY TIMES TURN TO ANGER; THERE IS A POINTING OF FINGERS, A CALLING OF NAMES, A THOUGHTLESS ATTEMPT TO FIX BLAME, A FUTILE EFFORT TO MAKE SENSE OF A SENSELESS TRAGEDY. WE HUMAN BEINGS ARE SO PREDICTABLE, SO REACTIONARY. AND THUS, HISTORY IS AN ACCURATE PROPHECY OF SO MUCH OF OUR FUTURE.
THE WISDOM OF SILENCE WOULD BETTER SERVE US. SILENCE TO THINK, TO CONTEMPLATE OUR SORROW, TO MOURN THE DEAD. SILENCE TO USE LOGIC, TO FORMULATE A PREMISE OF REASON, TO REACH RATIONAL CONCLUSIONS AND BETTER THE PLIGHT OF THE LIVING.
WHEN ONE SO LOVED AS DIANA, PASSES AS SHE DID, UNTIMELY, VIOLENTLY. TRAGICALLY, IT IS UNDERSTANDABLE THAT HUMANITY, WHO LOVED AND ADORED HER, REACTED AS THEY DID - SUDDENLY, EMOTIONALLY.
IT IS THE BURDEN OF THOSE CLOSE TO DIANA, FRIENDS AND FAMILY, TO SHARE THEIR PRIVATE GRIEF WITH THE PUBLIC GRIEF. AS SUCH IS ONE OF THE MANY COSTS FOR BEING IN THE LIMELIGHT OF MODERN CULTURE, (THE
SACRIFICE OF PERSONAL PRIVACY IN THE BEST, AND WORST OF TIMES). NOWADAYS THE PEOPLE'S LOVE HAS AN INSATIABLE LUST FOR INFORMATION AND IMAGES OF THOSE WE HOLD IN ADMIRATION AND ADORATION. "THE UNCERTAIN SICKLY APPETITE TO PLEASE." SADLY, HUMAN GREED BEING AS IT IS, EVER PRESENT, THERE ARE THOSE WHO PROFIT FROM OUR INSATIABLE LUSTS. WE ARE NOT GUILTLESS IN THIS, AND TRULY, "WE LOVE NOT WISELY WHO LOVE TOO WELL".
I DO BEG FORGIVENESS OF THOSE CLOSE TO DIANA FOR THIS INTRUSION INTO THEIR PRIVATE GRIEF - AS ALL INTRUSIONS NEED FORGIVENESS. BUT I ASK THEM TO CONSIDER MY PURPOSE AND INTENT; I AM A POET, AND I MUST PURSUE THE POET'S COMMISSION - THE EXPRESSION OF TRAGEDY. HOPEFULLY, I MAY LEAD SOME OF US TO THE WAILING WALLS OF OUR HUMAN SOULS, WHERE OUR INSANE SORROW (INHERENT IN TIMES OF INSANE DISASTER) CAN BE SPENT AND COMPLETE. THEN MAY WE RETURN TO THE SANITY OF LIVING WELL, WITH HOPE? AS IT IS SAID, "WHERE THERE IS LIFE THERE IS HOPE." I DO BELIEVE THAT DIANA, BEING THE GOOD PERSON THAT SHE WAS, WOULD WANT NOTHING LESS FOR THOSE SHE LOVED, OR FOR THOSE WHO TRULY LOVED HER - LIVING WITH HOPE.
I ALSO LOVED DIANA AS MANY OF THE PEOPLE LOVED HER, FROM A DISTANCE, WITH FASCINATION AND ADMIRATION. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HER, IN MY HEART AND MIND'S EYE, ON A SUNLIT DAY, GLOWING IN A PURITY OF WHITE, HER BON EYES (BEAUTIFUL EYES) LOOKING UPWARD AND OUTWARD WITH WONDER AT A WONDROUS WORLD NEWLY DISCOVERED - A WORLD DISCOVERING AND LOVING HER. IN THOSE FINE EYES OF DIANA'S I STILL SEE THE SWEET INNOCENCE OF YOUTHFUL HOPE, AND THE COMPELLING GRACE OF A GRACIOUS LADY WHO TRULY BELIEVED THAT THE WORLD CAN BE A BETTER PLACE. SUCH BEAUTY AND HIGH ASPIRATIONS LIFTED US ALL, AND THAT IS THE PREMISE OF OUR LOVE FOR HER. THROUGHOUT THE TRIUMPHS AND TRAGEDIES OF HER BITTERSWEET LIFE, THAT COMPELLING GRACE REMAINED VIVIDLY REFLECTED IN HER BON EYES, A TESTIMONY THAT HER GRACIOUSNESS SPRANG FROM THE WELLS OF HER HEART AND SOUL. DEEP WELLS INDEED THAT OVERCOME ADVERSITY WITH POISE, AND GRACE, AND CHARM.
DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME IN THIS, DIANA WAS NOT PERFECT. NO HUMAN BEING ACHIEVES PERFECTION, AS LIFE, BY ITS VERY NATURE , IS A WILDERNESS OF IMPERFECTIONS. A WILDERNESS IN WHICH WE MUST ENDURE "THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE". AS WE STRUGGLE AND STRIVE THERE , THE GOOD AMONG US SEEK OUT, AND FIND, THE OASIS OF HUMAN GOODNESS - OUR BETTER SELVES. REGARDLESS OF HUMAN IMPERFECTION AND HUMAN FAILURE, IF WE, IN OUR HEARTS AND SOULS AND MINDS, ASPIRE TO GOODNESS, THEN GOODNESS WILL BE. IF WE ASPIRE OTHERWISE, SO IT WILL BE.
THERE IS GREAT TRUTH AND LOGIC IN SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECIES.
INDIVIDUALLY, COLLECTIVELY, AS WE (HUMANITY) ASPIRE TO BECOME, SO SHALL
WE BECOME. WE NEED NOT CHANGE THE WILDERNESS, INDEED WE CANNOT, BUT WE CAN CHANGE OURSELVES. DAILY, BY DEGREES, AS WE LEARN AND GROW, AS WE STRUGGLE THROUGH THE NORMAL ADVERSITIES OF LIFE, WE CAN BROADEN OUR OASIS OF GOODNESS. WE OWE THIS TO OURSELVES, AND TO THOSE WHO MUST TRAVEL THROUGH THE WILDERNESS WITH US.
THE PEOPLE, WITH THEIR GOD-GIVEN CONSCIENCE AND THEIR GOOD COMMON SENSE, HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THESE THINGS. WE SAW IN DIANA FACETS OF PERFECTION AND IMPERFECTION, A TRUE GEM OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. WE SAW IN HER BON EYES REFLECTIONS OF OUR HIGHER ASPIRATIONS, OUR BETTER SELVES, AS WELL AS REFLECTIONS OF OUR LESSER SELVES, OUR OWN HUMAN FAILINGS. WITH THE SIMPLE GRACE AND THE COMPLEX CHARM OF A MODERN, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, SHE COMPELLED US, SHE INSPIRED US, SHE WAS WITH US IN THE WILDERNESS OF OUR HUMAN CONDITION - AND THUS WE LOVE HER. WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER - THIS PRINCESS OF THE PEOPLE.


BEHOLD A PRINCESS PASSES,
IN OUR LOVE LOST WE MOURN.
THE TRUEST MEASURE OF ALL LOVE,
IS THE PERFECT ALTRUISM OF GOD'S
PERFECT SPIRITUAL LIGHT;
FOR THIS IMPERFECT HUMANITY,
STILL STRIVES.
THE UNIVERSAL SADNESS, THE WORLD-WIDE SORROW
AT YOUR PASSING, DIANA,
IS A CREDENCE SELDOM WITNESSED AMONG MEN,
A TESTIMONY OF THE HIGHEST HUMAN HONOR.
WHAT MORE COULD GOD'S OWN
POETS WRIGHT?
A FRIEND, A LOVER, A SISTER,
A WOMAN, A DAUGHTER, A MOTHER,
BEAUTIFUL, PEACEFUL SLEEPING,
GOOD NIGHT… SWEET PRINCESS…
GOOD NIGHT.

DIANA WAS, OF COURSE, A WOMAN OF OUR TIMES. WITH GRACIOUS SIMPLICITY OF HEART, AND CHARMING COMPLEXITY OF SPIRIT, SHE FACED THE MANY TRIALS OF HER BRIEF LIFE; SHE FACED THEM AND OVERCAME THEM, WHERE LESSER WOMEN MAY HAVE FAILED. IN THIS WE ADMIRED HER GREATLY, SHE NEVER GAVE UP; THOUGH DOUBTS AND FEARS AND HUMAN FALTERING SURELY CAME, WITH SHEER PLUCK AND INDIVIDUAL DETERMINATION, SHE SQUARED HER SHOULDERS AND CARRIED ON. AND THUS SHE LIVED UNTIL THE END. I HAVE NO DOUBTS THAT MANY GOOD WOMEN OF THIS DAY, AND DAYS TO COME, WILL EMULATE HER GOODNESS AND LEARN FROM HER FAILURS, AND RIGHTLY SO. IN MANY WAYS SHE EXEMPLIFIED THE BEAUTIFUL DIVERSE COMPLEXITY OF WOMANHOOD - A SIREN SONG TO THINKING MEN IN THIS AGE - OR ANY AGE.

BEHOLD A WOMAN;
THE MOTHER OF NATIONS,
THE SPOILER OF MEN,
THE HEIRESS OF SALVATION,
AN ANGEL OF SIN.
ALL HOPE FOR TOMORROW
SACRED LIFE IN THE WOMB,
FALLEN SPARROW OF SORROW
CRUEL DEATH AND THE TOMB.
OF HONOR, DISHONORED
DEFAMED BY HER LOVE,
SHE REIGNS IN THE CAVERNS
IN THE CHASMS, AND THE CRAGS ABOVE...
WITH BEAUTY AND PASSIONS CERTAIN MEN CAN SPELL
THE ALTARS OF HEAVEN… THE GATES OF HELL.

IN RECENT WEEKS I HAVE HEARD, AND READ, SOME HARSH JUDGMENTS DENOUNCING THE PERSONAL CHARACTER OF DIANA. QUICK-WITTED CRITICISMS FROM THOSE WHO FANCY THEMSELVES VIABLE JUDGES OF HUMAN IMPERFECTIONS, ELEVATING THEMSELVES, AND THEIR KIND, TO HIGH SEATS OF INQUISITION, AND CONDEMNATION, USURPING (BY DIVINE RIGHT, NO DOUBT) THE VERY POSITION OF (ONCE) DIVINE PROVIDENCE. THEY FLY HIGH AND THEIR FALL SHALL BE GREAT, AND LAUGHABLE. THEY FALL HARD, THOSE CONDESCENDING LORDS OF US LESSER HUMANITY. I PERSONALLY, WOULD LAUGH THEM TO SCORN FOR THEIR SELF-CONSCIOUS COMEDY OF ERRORS - THEIR FOOLS PLAY OF FOLLIES - THEIR OWN SELF-RIGHTEOUS HYPOCRISY. HOWEVER, IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO LAUGH RIDICULES FRAUD TO SCORN, IT REVEALS ITSELF, AND IS RIGHTLY JUDGED BY ITS’ OWN PHARISAIC, CONTEMPTUOUS, CONDEMNATION.
BUT, ENOUGH OF THAT, WISELY, I WOULD NOT STAND TO CLOSE, TO LONG, TO THAT MIRE, AS I COULD, ACCIDENTALLY, GET STUCK MYSELF.
WE HUMAN BEINGS HAVE NOT EVOLVED AT ALL. WE ARE NO MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THE FIST CAVEMAN WHO HAD THE GOOD SENSE TO GO OUT SIDE OF THE CAVE TO DEFECATE. WE REMAIN SOCIAL CANNABIS, WE DEVOIR OUR OWN, WE PICK OVER THE BONES OF OUR DEAD WITH UNREQUITED LOVE, DESPERATE HATE, AND DEPLORABLE SORROW BORN OF FEAR. PERHAPS ONE DAY WE WILL LEARN THAT WE HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR… NOTHING AT ALL… EXCEPT THE ONE WHO CREATED US IN HIS OWN IMAGE.

It Takes A Man To Love A Woman

A Song by Stephen Wayne (John's little brother)


There was a man, who loved a woman
And he swore by heaven above
To serve her father, seven seasons
Just to taste of her sweet love

There was a man, who loved a woman
And he gave her everything
Apples of gold, set in silver
An eternal wedding ring

It takes a man, to love a woman
With the heart beat of Gods love
You can’t fake it, you can’t break it
What is joined by God Above

It takes a man, to love a woman
All God’s children testify
You can’t change it, can’t rearrange it
As the God of love can’t lie


There was a man, who loved a woman
And he laid down his own life
Just to bring her, to his father
In that land where men don’t die

There was a man, who loved a woman
And he caught her when she fell
He paid the ransom, for her freedom
Brought he through the fires of hell

There was a man, who loved a woman
Long before the start of time
And he loves her, through out the ages
An eternal gracious rhyme

There was a man, who loved a woman
Though she nailed him to that cross
He prayed, "Father, she is forgiven
I have found all that I lost."

Friday, November 26, 2004

Condoleeza Ballerina

A song
By
Stephen Wayne

Several years ago I attempted to write a song artistically expressing the life-long relationship between a strong father and his gifted, equally strong, successful, and graceful daughter. Although I was satisfied with the composition, I never really liked the name I had originally given the daughter.
The name of the daughter needed to personify an exceptional woman, and fit the cadence, the meter of the song. I found such a name, and the connotations wanted, in Condoleeza.
Dr. Condoleesa Rice, by living, excelling, and succeeding (gracefully) has given me the name I needed for the song. She has also given us all a good name that will gracefully personify exceptional womanhood in the collective song of our national history.


Once a precious little baby, came into his life one spring day
He watched her grow into a lady, and she danced for him each day
His darling Condoleeza, his lovely ballerina
He’d ask her please…

“Dance ballerina… dance for daddy… Condoleeza
Like the wind… ballerina… twirl and tease… ballerina
Dance… ballerina… pirouette… ballerina
Blow a kiss… Condoleeza… for daddy’s lips… ballerina”

Time and miles came between them, it’s been years since she’s seen him
He lives in dreams while she dances, for Kings and Queens in their mansions
His darling Condoleeza, now a prima ballerina
He’d ask her please…

“Dance ballerina… dance for daddy… Condoleeza
Like the wind… ballerina… twirl and tease… ballerina
Dance… ballerina… pirouette… ballerina
Blow a kiss… Condoleeza… for daddy’s lips… ballerina”

He died alone in winter, and a note he left her
Loving lines on paper, in tears she read his letter
“I love you Condoleeza, you’re my prima ballerina
And always…

Dance ballerina… dance for daddy… Condoleeza
Like the wind… ballerina… twirl and tease… ballerina
Dance… ballerina… pirouette… ballerina
Blow a kiss… Condoleeza… for daddy’s lips… ballerina.”

Sunday, November 14, 2004

The Miracle of Christmas

Do you truly believe?
Ask yourself these questions, just to be sure.

Do I believe that Jesus of Nazareth, born in a stable in Bethlehem of Judea 2000 years ago, is the Son of the Living God, conceived of the Holy Spirit, empowered by the Holy Spirit to do the will and the work of the Father in all things, forever?

Do I believe that Mary the mother of Jesus, a daughter of the House of David, was truly a virgin when she delivered her first born son, wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger?

Do I believe that Jesus, The Son of Man, the Son of God, was crucified on the Cross of Calvary; that he died as a sacrifice, an offering, to take away the sins of the world, and that He, and He alone, can save me, and all of His people from their sins?

Do I believe that same Jesus, who physically died on the cross, physically, and spiritually, arose from the grave on the third day - exactly as His prophecies said?

Do I believe that Jesus the Christ is the last and greatest prophet fulfilling all prophecies of God; that He is the Great High Priest who has made the only sacrifice acceptable to the Father, the spotless, sinless Lamb of God; that all other sacrifices, all other ways, all other gospels are an abomination to Him?

Do I believe that same Jesus, born in a stable, is now the King of kings and Lord of lords, that all power is given to Him in Heaven and on the earth, and that He rules over the Eternal Kingdom of the Living God, that He will soon return to earth and every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess that all of this is true; that He will judge all the living and the dead?

If you have answered yes to theses questions, you have come near to the Kingdom. But you must enter in through the door which is Christ the Lord. You must ask Him to show you the Way, the Truth, and the Light; you must ask Him to give you Eternal Life. Being one with the Son who is one with the Father in the power of the Holy Spirit, you will then receive the gift of Eternal Life - Life without beginning or ending in Jesus Christ the Lord. All of this is impossible for physical, mortal and temporal man. But, with God, all things are possible for them who truly believe!

Copyright: SunShine DixieLand Company 2001.
Stephen Wayne
Director

Something There Is About A Missourian

Night Sonnets
by Stephen the Plebeian
Something There Is About A Missourian
To John Ashcroft, and The government of Elitist Apartheid, the U.S. Senate

Something there is about a Missourian, some people will just not like
Perhaps it's obstinate showmeism, or the way he fishes for bass, or pike
Maybe it's a willingness to compromise, on anything but a principle
Or plain conservative logic, God given conscience, common sense simple
It could be that nerveless confidence, that steadfastness under fire
Some will think it arrogance, to rise above the fray, the melee-mire
Something there is about a Missourian, some folks will not abide
That tenacious Missouri loyalty, and that onerous Missouri hide
Something there is about a Missourian, some people can not love
He'll no more be a people's populist, no more than the Lord above

But wicked winds, at times, become a raging tempest
When the wisest of Captains are fearful afloat

And good men will thank Divine Providence
For one faithful Missourian, within their boat



Stephen Wayne

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Good Government


A Fundamental Reformation of We the People
by
Stephen the Plebeian


Good government is wise and frugal. It restrains men, and women,
from injuring one another, but otherwise leaves them alone to manage their own living, to enjoy their Godly freedoms, to prosper in their lawful pursuits of happiness; leaves them alone to thrive in their just liberties, to delight in their own fruits, the profits, of their own labor and industry.
Good government establishes and maintains equal, legitimate justice under the ethical rule of law. Justice that is blind to color, blind to race, blind to base doctrine, blind to wealth, power and prestige, blind to the petty differences and contemptible creeds of humanity; but justice that is never blind to the truth.
There is no hypocrisy or demagoguery in good government. There are no Machiavellian princes of power daily discrediting their oath of office, disparaging the common good of the people. In good government, such villains are indicted, impeached, and removed by an established system that daily strives for truth and justice, demanding the highest moral and ethical integrity in all public servants. The liar, the perjurer, the embezzler, those who peddle the powers and influences of office for personal profit and gain, all those contemptible public enemies who disguise themselves as public servants, are not tolerated in good government.
Good government, with wisdom and prudence, curtails it's bureaucracies. It polices them daily to eliminate, wherever humanly possible, waste, mismanagement and corruption. Thereby it alleviates, and lessens, the inherent tax burden of those bureaucracies, lifting those unwarranted burdens off the good shoulders of the people.
Good government does not steal bread from the mouths of labor. Neither does it oppress the children of labor. It encourages, and rewards the hard work and success of it's good citizens - mostly by leaving them alone - it does not overly manipulate, or unduly regulate, the private sector. It does not impress it's people into a deplorable system of dependent servitude, it frees them to pursue their natural propensity for success, it encourages them to achieve, to excel, it does not impede their progress or stifle their initiative, it protects them and their hard won affluence. Good government procures, and maintains, equality of opportunity, in education, and in all endeavors of society, for the common good of it's people.
Good government, with wisdom and forethought, practices social, physical and moral responsibility. The policies and initiatives of good government are logical, workable and affordable. It will maintain a social conscience of prudence and thrift, it will balance it's budgets, reduce it's deficits, minimize and honor it's debts. It will manage the public assets, openly and honestly, in such a manner that will strengthen and honor the public trust. When there are legitimate surpluses, it will return the benefit of those surpluses to the hard working productive people from whence it came. The simplest, wisest, most economically prudent means of accomplishing this is to quickly, effectively lessen the tax burdens of all citizens. In good government there is no taxation without legitimate justification.
Good government does not segregate it's people into opposing factions, it does not stir up strife and enmity between various groups of it's citizens, it does not promote contention among the economic, social, religious or secular classes. Good government does not disparage it's own people. It lifts them up by good example and good leadership to aspire to that "MORE PERFECT UNION, WHERE THE BLESSINGS OF GOD FALL AS RIGHTEOUS RAIN, AND THE TREES OF JUSTICE, LIBERTY, AND LIFE FLOURISH UPON THE GOOD LAND".
Good government is a good neighbor to other peoples and other nations. Protecting it's own, defending it's friends, standing strong and firm against it's enemies, it's goodness and justness are established at home - then spread abroad to promote peace and prosperity among all peoples.
All this is the doctrine of good government, all this that is necessary to close, and preserve, the circle of our felicities, our highest happiness.
In these United States of America today, there is no doubt that we need a reformation of good government. But the question is, who is responsible? The answer is, good citizen, look in the mirror, you are responsible!
In this great and mighty democratic republic of representative government, the ultimate authority, and responsibility, to govern rightly and justly will always rest squarely upon the shoulders of we the people. For every right we claim we must realize a responsibility, for every liberty we enjoy we must shoulder an obligation. We will have the government that we deserve, and it will be no better than we are.
We the people must not commit the sins of ignorance, apathy, complacency, and mediocrity. We must not be deceived by those liars, hypocrites, and demagogues who seek to reinterpret and redefine, reinvent and disparage, defame and demoralize the good and just heritage of our nation. They are fear mongers, race bait-ERs, and befoul-ERs of truth, they preach and teach pseudo philosophies, pseudo sciences, and pseudo theologies. They seek to divide, decimate, and discourage the good will of the common people, to burden the people with ever increasing taxation, to bury the people under mountains of illegitimate legislation, and intrusive regulation, to exempt themselves, to set themselves up as the elect, to rule over us "ignorant" people with their hateful pseudo government of elitist apartheid.
By such sins and sinners as those listed above, the blood, sweat, and tears of our forbears will be desecrated. By such degradation, great and mighty republics of the past have fallen - we are not immune to that degradation. Good citizen, it is our righteous responsibility, our sacred obligation to ourselves, our heritage, and our posterity to overcome and defeat the liar, the hypocrite, and the demagogue in the present day social wars of ideals and precepts.
Our greatest and best hope in this regards is to effect a reformation of good government under the authority and the responsibility of the God given conscience and the good common sense of the people's majority.
The first step, good citizen, in this reformation is to obtain for yourself and your family a true copy of the Constitution of the United States of America, it's articles and amendments. You must read it and understand it, you need not memorize it, but you must know it. It is the gospel of our rights and liberties, the secular bible of our national conscience, the foundation of our good, and limited, government. It says what it means and it means what it says. You must teach it to your children - those of the elitist apartheid will not teach it - indeed, they seek to subvert it, but you must not let them succeed. You can not uphold, you can not protect, you can not defend that which you do not know. As you love this nation and your freedoms you must do this, and you must give this inheritance to your children. Keep your constitutional bible handy to refute the baseless arguments of your enemies, the enemies of our hopes, our liberties, our highest ideologies - the enemies of our good nation.
The second step in this reformation of good government is to practice your rights and obligations in the democratic process of electoral government. You must do this on the federal, state, and local levels of government. Once again register to vote: reaffirm your oath to uphold, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States of America against all enemies foreign or domestic. Affiliate yourself with those in the political process who are truly striving for the restoration of good government (listen to what they say, but watch and see what they do, and judge them by the good "fruits" the good things they cause to grow and prosper). Consider the candidates accordingly, evaluate them by the ultimate test; their adherence to the constitutional truth of good, and just, and limited government. Then, good citizen, vote your God given conscience and your good common sense. Republican democracy of representative government, unpracticed by the majority of the people, can, and will, deteriorate into a tyranny of the few over the many - the opposite of good, righteous government, the opposite of our good, just heritage.
The third step on this road of many steps toward our ultimate goal of good and just and limited government is this; picking up that torch we must never put it down. We carry that light by living as good citizens, daily, without ignorance or apathy, fearlessly, we must seek out and lift up the light of truth. As our forebears did, we must pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor to establish, and maintain, that which is just, and right, and good. All this. "We the people" must do for America, for ourselves and our children, for our neighbor and our neighbor's children, for the good benefit of this generation and generations to come. As God has given us the awareness to conceive it. may he also give us the wisdom, the knowledge, and the understanding to achieve it. May it be said of us. that we the people aspire to divine truth and Godly justice, with real charity of altruistic love for all humanity.
One more thing, good citizen, that we should consider for the success of this reformation, for the ultimate good of our nation; Consider the color of your skin. It is the same color as my skin, the same color as your neighbor's skin. It is not red or yellow, it is not brown, black or white - the color of your skin is the color of humanity, we are all people of that color and the shade of that color is meaningless before truth, justice, and the righteousness of the common good. We must not listen to the false preachers and false teachers of hate and dissension. They sow the seeds of fear, mistrust, and degradation. With self righteous greed and deplorable hypocrisy, they seek to disparage the good citizens, and this good nation - they serve the pseudo government of elitist apartheid - they truly fear We the people with our God given conscience and our good common sense. Their fears are justified, they know for a fact that good citizens make good government - good government that will prosper and preserve a nation, a nation that truly strives for truth, justice, and the righteousness of human liberties and freedoms, a nation that does not consider, or reward, the liar, the hypocrite, or the demagogue.

Now we will leave you with a song, a new song for a new reformation. Keep it in your heart, your soul, and your mind. Teach it to your children, believe in yourself and the ultimate power of goodness. Trust in God, the Holy One of All Creation, who still directs the affairs of men, who will ultimately draw all humanity to the eternal light of truth. "And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more."
"Little children of God, if you have ears to hear, hear the truth: if you have eyes to see, see the light."


THE TREE OF LIBERTY
I lay down beneath the tree of liberty, I closed my eyes, I started to dream
I washed my hands in the blood flowing all around
Somebody said these roots grow deep, this soil is rich, this ground is sweet
But now I'm a wonder 'n why the leaves fall down
Those old white men are preach' n at me, what are they doing, here in my dream
Why do they bow and pray, for a revelation
Look at our children dying on the street, look in their eyes, are they finally free
I think that there just might be, another revolution
Somebody tell me won't you tell me the truth, is it me, or is it you
Why do we spill this blood, if it isn't for freedom
Red and yellow brown black and white, children of Love, when will you walk in the light
When will you give your soul, to this sweet salvation
I woke up this morning and I couldn't believe, where is our hope, where is our dream
There're burning the Book of Love, and the Constitution
(and I said hey! hey! hey! hey!, hey! hey! hey!, hey!, what's going on!)

Stephen

REFERENCES: George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, Jack Kennedy, Ronald Reagan, Martin Luther King Jr., Isaiah, Jesus Christ.