YHWH the Haeland

YHWH the Haeland

A Poem by Amduscia

Whom God sets free, He that Beholds the Moons of sweet smelling Months, ruling over each coming down, throwing forth Waters, raised up, and appointed by Eminences.

The Moon of One that fears Death, breaking Asunder He that opposes the People of the Merciful High Beloved, let Baal contend with Him, let the Idol of Confusion defend itself.

Visions of Peace within the Habitation of Peace, banished from Possession, banished from the Inheritance of Health and Salvation.

Sitting within the Captivity of the Father, to His right, singing of Solitude and Desolation, as the Ancient rejoice exceedingly, pressing upon the Meditation of God.

The Sprinkling of the Lord, naming the Astonishments as Gifts, and Oblation's of One who is as even-tempered as a flat Country un-tampered upon.

YHWH Our haeland, He that Excels, giving, hanging up, and heaping up His Excellence of Posterity unto His Order, a Mountainous Succession.

The Nourishment and Weapons of Jehovah, clear and white, as a Leader of the Choir, distills the Waters of their Drought and Confusion.

His right hand, numbering, and preparing the Opening of Paternity, a voluntary rising and establishment of Jehovah.

Despairing within the Grace of His burning Gift, weeping and crying, persecuted and sorrowful, hated gloriously, as an dishonorable Witness, robbing He that Wills and Commands.

Lifting up the Profiting, taking away Slander from He that Aids an Exalting High, He who Enlivens and gives Life.

Liberal Mercy graciously bestowed, as the Sun stands still, chiding and burning, to receive Confirmation of His possessing revenge.

The hardness of Offences, knocking in small disputes of Contention and Disgust, as Beauty in comeliness is cast forth, elevated unto the River of Judgment.

Raised is He who Pardons, increasing addition, being both remover and increaser, forgetting His Seat of Alteration for Our Captivity.

The Lord burns a Trumpet, the Perfection of His Goodness, as soft as tender hair, whilst the change of Mercy, just and upright, is celebrated and praised.

© 2014 Amduscia


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