The lion roars: who is not afraid?
Lord Yahweh had spoken: who will not prophesy?

Lion longs for the loins of the human, and lion lances A’dam with Taryn Teeth. Lion lies above the anchorage of sheol, a shell swelling may and mane, and lion roars the reach. Lion roars ram, also devouring doe: lion roars Rome, also devouring Babylon.

I fear the face of Yahweh. I’m afraid of the affront of Adonai. Yahweh I have had enough: take my life… Benjamin, get up and eat. Get up and eat or the journey will be too long. Yahweh fills me with fear. I am full of jealous zeal for Yahweh Sabaoth, and I fear the face of Yahweh.

Yet Yahweh, who will not prophesy? Yahweh’s yoke and burden of vision spills out as a soaking Spirit with spirits, and I eat its scroll full message. I eat the scroll as an apple orchard and the garden of pomegranates, and the serpent becomes the tree of hanging. The same tree hangs Judas and Jesus, and Jesus pierces me with the guts of the paraclete: speak prophecy. Speak good tidings. The fear of the face of Yahweh is the embrace of the body of Jesus.

Hate evil, love good, let justice reign at the city gate: it may be that Yahweh, God Sabaoth, will take pity on the remnant of Joseph

Hate holy in the hatchling at the Half Note, a long John Coltrane solo. Hate harsh the running of horses, a hostile hostage to hospital. Evil ebbs the echo eclipsing ellipsis and ellipses, a raw experience and expression of the denial of existence. Hate evil and hate holy the hole lowering humans below humanity.

Love the lentern lantern loosening light from light, lips kissing lips in the lunacy of love. Love lunars and lunas, moon mood and music, and the shine shrills the reveal in good, apocalyptic gold. Good goblets in gorgeous green, the grass grounding and grunting harvest. Good biomes blessing, and God gazes it is very good. Love earthen and garden, the generous grace by Good, grade upon grade generating growth and girth.

Justice juts and jousts in juxtaposition, a jab journeying to joycing joy. Justice jams and jests in judgment, a jaw jazzing jubilee. Behold justice! Justice beyond justice undeconstructible blessing just possibility and probability. Behold justice! Justice reigns and rises in the Rose of Sharon, and the impossible jams rosin rosary.

Yahweh, God Saboath, yapp me in your cover at the city gate. The city gate circles goats and guard, and Yahweh shepherds under his yoke and witness. Take pity on me, your pentinent prophet, a remnant rumbling and rambling by Benjamin Joseph. God grabs and shakes me Saboath with no Sabbath, and the Saturn circlet clues me melancholy.

Seek good and not evil so that you may survive, and Yahweh, God Sabaoth, be with you as you claim he is.

Seek solace in souls, the soil of Spirit. Seek security in Spirit, the solace of souls. Seek not the sinister, the spear, the slaying: but search in surrender, the saints, in saving. The search snakes as fiery seraphs, flying asps anointing the bronze serpent. Bronze barks behemoth, a herta alternating Messiah and Suffering Servant. Servant assumes sublime her stripes, a whipping strike, and servant swords by the sword, a prophet not a seer.

Good domes gold, the ground groaning for guts. Good darts gall, the gates glorifying gory. The gates join to the door, a roaring riven that surrounds the dead. Dead down and die justice, the desert demand for severe repentance, and the repent rains remains on the remnant. Evil erases eucharist, the pleasure and plain of bodies. Evil erodes exodus, the freedom and faith of flesh. Body declares hosanna and Messiah, the ink of incarnation.

Survive with Yahweh and as Yahweh, Saboath Saturn and Sabbath. Survive by Yahweh and through Yahweh, Saboath Sophia and Shekinah. Be with and by with, claiming Christ. Between with and bear with, clinging Christ.

A roaring shall resound over him like that of the sea: and then he shall look below and, behold,
Distressing darkness with light
Darkness in its lowering clouds.

Roaring Rachel and Rintrah rails with the rain trees, a temple to Taryn. Roar resounds, the rare ribbit and rabbit foaming plague frogs. Frogs befriend the exodus, exalted in the eucharist, and the prophets and priests pray glory glory glory.

Sea sings and signs Gospel. Sea sites and sirens kergyma, a clearing to Christ and Krystal. Sea surges prophetic surgery, spirits soaring and diving flying fish and pelicans. Sea salves salt, the sow of salvation, and I sprinkle the seeds of prophecy.

Distressing dark dark delusion, and dark dews delicate. Distressing dark dark derision, and dark dims benevolent. Dark doubts me hostage: dark draws me into dungeon and black iron prison, the pricking pharmakon of prophecy. Light lakes against dark sea, and dark devours. Dark drives Spirit into desert domed no light, and clouds cover forgetting and unknowing, a loomed lowering.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

Days distort as a devil’s due, a raw ransom for my remainder. Days dig as a demon’s desert, a scapegoat for Azazel. Days damn and dam, Adam expelled from the Garden, and the dead demand blood for sin. Dead consume the crucible, a chain to Humanity’s child, and the cross crucifies death.

Smoke swarms in the swim of locusts, a cusp to the cup of smoldering ashes. Ashes descend then ascend remember your baptism, and water wells the throat and thread. The same smoke surrounds swirling Shekinah and Sophia, sanctifying saints submitting to sand.

Bones bend to the levee of the Book. Bones battle to the barricade of its library. Bare, bones: molt to your naked marrow. Brandish the blood bolting and boating across Gospel and Galilee. Be bold and preach openly: dry bones, hear the word of Yahweh.

Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily

Hide not: I hostel you in my hovel. I slay the harness as Abraham, and my tent rents the wrestling with your word. You feast frenzy on the zilch of my body, and you hint hits as an abusive lover. I faint at your face, the ferocious frame that forces vision into my flesh.

El Shaddai attacks and troubles as the tremors of earthquakes, a queue that tramples my queer body. Adonai juts and juxtaposes terror and travail as Tartarus, my flesh baptized in hades and hell. I tremble terrific at Yahweh’s tempest, and it strikes me stretched stripes as I strive for survival.

Incline thy incarnation towards me: Incline the whipped Word and crucified Christ as sacrifice for me. Son of Man embraces Son of Man, the hug and kiss of humanity. Incline thy church towards me although it crushes and spits me out lukewarm and wild, yet there I find sanctuary.

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee.

Hear year and here, and do not forsake this yearning, Yahweh: hear yet and herd, and do not forget this loving, Jesus. Hear head and healing: hear my heart in halves caving the cavern darkness and dead. Do not forsake and do not forget. The grave galvanizes all grace, the glory to gory gloom. The throne threatens a murky merkabah, and I dip down into abyss, river fires surrounding the footstool.

My prayer pulses in persistent pentinence. My prayer partners with penetrating pertinence. The prayer rips rock ringing around garden, and the garden expels me. The church chastises and chases me out of its cathedrals. Christianity knows the sharpened crook but not the cross, and I enter into excommunication and exile.

I cry the cross: I cry the Christ. I cry Christian and Christina, chrisms commingling in strange consummation. The crucifixion cudgels blood brightening the boiling Sun and Son, and the shade shorns Shekinah slighting up dust. Dust deeps desert continual, a city fasting. Dust doves desert continuity, the city preaching, and I gospel with my dirty bones.

Seek Yahweh
All you humble of the earth,
Who obey his commands.
Seek uprightness,
Seek humility:
You may perhaps find shelter
On the day of Yahweh’s anger.

Seek Sheol: seek the crypt. Seek the necropolis of Christians. The dead shell and shale the sink interrupting psalms and palms, an almsgiving. Yahweh weights the wheels of the whirlwind, a whorl and holy hurling towards creatures.

Humble in hell heat and heaven jury. Humble wholly in the promise of purgatory. Humble beating the breast at crucifixion. Humble at the eros of the earth echoing.

Uprightness erects the eternal. Uprightness usurps the unruly, and instigates compassion. Uprightness reeds chrism and unction, a nest for kneeling and rest.

Humility hums holy holy holy. Humility mints Son of Man and Humanity. Humility tries and ties Trinity to tempest, galloping triplets in truth and love.

Find shelter in the sheets shimmering love. Find shelter in the sleet shining compassion. The shelter shores the Spirit, a sparkling Sophia to ships, and the lighthouse hints at hospitality. Christ quells Yahweh’s anger, and embraces all as children.

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.

Beat not the burden of Yah but let it breed as birds. Beat not the Book of Benjamin but let it breathe its burning brew. Behold the broken body of Christs, cruciform charged crucible, forsaken flesh unattended by Christians. The sword swings it sinister swish against church-encamped-sin, and sword severs unsaving. Sword transforms through Word: sword transfigures by Woman and World, the piercing nails becoming a plowshare sliced with stars, an abode in Bethlehem.

Spear spins the spine and slime of skin, spraying sparrows. Spear spits the sparks and slew of skin, slaying sabbaths. Skin stretches over its strength, the weakness of God standing as a serpent. Spear speaks: this side gushes blood to the bathers of A’dam, a baptism. Baptism batters the spear into hooks for the Holy Spirit, and through Spirit, pruning the vine for vision.

Nation annihilates nation: nation annihilates the identity of nation, boundaries deserted, borders broken. Lift not the sword nor the flag but lift up the Son of Man: lift the Christs and elevate humanity’s bread. Feed and festoon the unfortunate: make marriage with the marginal: bless the bitter and bottom. Learn light and ladder: bridge bodies to the other. Know names and gnosis: let the Word warrior and vanquish war.

If you remove the yoke from among you,
    the pointing of the finger, the speaking of evil,
 if you offer your food to the hungry
    and satisfy the needs of the afflicted,
then your light shall rise in the darkness
    and your gloom be like the noonday.

Remove and recover: release and revive. Relieve relics to lilacs and illuminate the marginal and illicit, uncovering their yokes and yearning their yes to Yahweh. You, Yah, goat the young, and deliver the kids to kissing kindergarten: you, Yah, breastfeed me prophecy, and redeem my gospel and heresy.

Point not but penetrate: puncture and procure the wounds to worship, and that Woman’s will heals. Point not but pierce pictures, the image of the Incarnation, and touch the side speared and the hands holy holed. Speak spell and spirit, a magick melting of Son of Man and Humanity. The Eucharist eternal from evil erases.

Offer food and flesh: one flesh and flesh as one, the community in family. Offer oil and ointment, oaring the oats of orange fire, and flame protects and purifies. Host the hungry and feed as friends, entertaining unaware angels.

Satisfy the saints: all sons and daughters shore sainthood, a sacred share. Satisfy the sparks of El Shaddai shed in creation, and save each from abyss. Finish the fear of the afflicted and freshen with the first fruits of the fountain.

Love light and let light lens all looks and lines. Live light and let light lift in rising fireflies. Rise riders the rings of roads, and travel the trough to Trinity. Trinity tries the trip of light, and enfolds illumination into night. The gloom now glares God, a new noon naming gift and grace.