Tag: poetry

Dear Lord Jesus, so completely alone.

Whoever else reads this, this is my letter to You.

So it is late. Super late. I went on a counseling site where it is a group chat. Everyone helps everyone, it is peer support.

You gave me keen and laser insight to a situation. I saw it all clearly and explained it simply. That person has good direction now on what they need to do next. Thank You Lord.

I popped up with more and more and they were all saying how wise I was. All problems seemed simple, solutions clear and obvious.

I ran through each situation, followed behavior patterns, drew correct conclusions swiftly.

I responded and thought, this isn’t me. How do I see so much, know so much, why is everything breathtakingly obvious to me?

It is because of Your wisdom, Your knowledge, Your Spirit Lord. I was aware my mind was working on far beyond any level I would consider normal.

I just got upset, said what if this is all wrong? You brought to mind all the real life evidence of why this is right and I am indeed walking with You.

Just, talking to all those people knew what next right thing to say was. Could see the truth so clearly in every situation.

My concern, Lord, is I want to KNOW You are using me. That it is Your Spirit speaking through me. That I am not myself deceived and perpetrating deception unknowingly.

I know only You reveal truth. You are unknowable unless You reveal Yourself. Your Word says so. You hide Yourself and none can find You.

Unless You wish to be found, You are unfindable.

I need to know, Jesus. I need to know if my medical conditions will result in death. I need to know if I am proclaiming Your Truth, or this blog is a dangerous exercise in futility.

Whatever others think or say, I need to know. Because nothing is more important than being right with You.

If this is wrong, blog goes away. I don’t know what to say but as being wrong means I continue to live, think this will be forgiven.

I completely and totally humble myself before You, prepared to accept and act on Your Truth whatever it may be. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

He says:

Very good, I told you My answer yesterday. Please link for the readers, thank you.

The Lord Responds

This IS My answer; it is very clear and direct. Your question is really: are you hearing from Me or the Enemy?

Yes, Lord. That is my question.

In reply, the Lord sent me to Ezekiel 21. Huh, I thought, what is in Ezekiel 21?

This!

Wow! I uploaded this artwork TWO YEARS AGO!!

I didn’t understand any of it other than somehow I was that sword. Not in a literal sense. The sword reference in Ezekiel literally referred to Babylon, and how they destroyed Jerusalem and the temple.

I have never had pride so badly, praise the Lord, I thought I was some weird reincarnation of an ancient civilization or anything crazy like that.

Clearly the Lord meant something else by it. I really didn’t know. Sword references crop up again and again in my art and poetry ever after.

So tonight I say, Lord how do I know it is You? His reply is:

You’re My sword! Have been telling you this for years.

In fact, here is this art you made of it two years ago. So I have been telling you this for awhile!

Seren, can unravel complexities of others’ lives with greatest of ease thanks to Divine Wisdom. Not getting it when comes to her own life.

He is patient, says also:

Many others need to know the answer to your question, so I am answering everyone at once.

So I went back through my poetry which has been accumulating for literal years. Found this one, among many CLEARLY detailing the path I was on.

The Canary Died

so I ask again
are you brave
if you don’t feel brave
if every day is a struggle
if every day you’d rather die
than keep staggering along
burdens crushing and overwhelming
and yet
you keep on
you put one foot in front of the other
after awhile you stop asking questions
the pain so bad you can’t breathe
after awhile, all pain
to lose your resolve
to wonder why you’re fighting
is it worth it?
who will this help?
is my suffering meaningless?
knowing
always knowing
the path is just going
to get darker
the track leads
deeper into the mine
the canary died.
there is no way back now
forward to face
certain death.
so as I struggle along
I ask
why fight?
If I am going to lose anyway,
why fight?
once upon a time
I had a dream
and in it, the Lord said
this person and this person
and this other person
you helped them
you went through this
so they didn’t have to.
you distracted the enemy
from hurting others
your suffering is precious
and I have collected every tear.
Thank You, Lord,
after all,
soldiers die
I am nothing if not a soldier
fighting enemies unseen.
the canary died
so I will die,
but
my death deep in the mine
is not for nothing
it will break open
many things.

Seren Wild © July 31, 2017.

The Lord said:

Stop. Tell the world how the Enemy is interfering with the search for the truth.

Tell them about clicking on poetry links on DA that don’t open. Or open to another deviation. Mine or someone else’s. 

Tell them about the poem you tried to access that scrolled non-stop in the preview rather than opening. When there is no code allowing that behavior.

Tell them about the one you couldn’t open at all, it wouldn’t open or led somewhere else.

Do mention how you try to copy/paste links and it doesn’t work. That you have resorted to backup backup methods, as normal methods regularly fail.

Say how programs on your phone have unexplained random failures for no reason. When you were trying to create an important art piece, the program refused to function.

Please continue.

So went forward and now no issues opening links or odd misbehaviors, thank You Jesus.

Go on through life getting darker and more horrible and then this.

Purpose Anew

she lifting
all lay aborning
tucked quiet beneath
blankets
mind stilled
head spinny
and pondered.
Oh yes, like her
mother, Mary
(Mother of the Word),
she pondered.
Two gates closed
and the third, about to fall.
Youth and going back
are not options.
Truth will be determined,
here and now.
You choose your options:
they are few.
OK, she said,
here I am.
She presented herself to the King.
Master, what would
You have me do?
There was silence.
Only a cello could be heard.
So she said, once again,
Master, what would
You have me do?
And her beloveds said,
you must choose.
He will not tell you.
And then the music rose,
and she realized
her sword lay idle
her shield unburnished
her armor lacked care.
She realized it was
her heart
her spirit
her will
and not her mind
that was required.
And she realized
that God needs no one’s prayers
but
other people need hers.
Good, the King said.
Seren, the King said,
will you be My knight?
will you fight for Me?
Yes, she said. Yes, anything for You.
Good, He said.
Your sword is a scythe,
Your harvest, the world.
Go.
And so purpose is set anew.
Because God does not delight
In the strength of horses
But in all
Who call upon His mercies.
Amen.

Seren Wild © December 3rd, 2017.

Aha! The Lord had revealed through many poems you will be a sword, then the forging process, and finally here He reveals the purpose of the sword.

This wasn’t fantasy fiction but my real life. Every poem was inspired by spiritual and other kinds of reality.

Everything was learned through experiences I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.

I have had people want to be as strong as I am. I have to tell them, I cannot in good conscience wish on you the path I took here. That would basically be cursing you. I can’t do that.

I weep for what I went through towards the end before I fled my ex lest I die. I have few memories of it, but the little poetry that exists, the pain, horror and damage is obvious.

Then Tucson. I took a long break, began posting again many months into 2018. Had many adventures. Wrote this.

Fire

so on the other side
of darkness
in the land of the sun
where snow never flies
back in the cold place
he who gave himself
to evil
still seeks my ruin and misery
tirelessly working
to cause the maximum harm.
I do not fear him.
But tonight he has snared
a child of the Father
seeking to drag her down
to his father the devil.
I see the angels and demons battle.
My time is short; that plane is coming.
Healing but not all was healed.
But He made us a sword.
A sword, a sword for slaughter
And set us against evil,
And wields us as He wishes.
And I realize: time is short but
time is not up.
He did not excuse us
from the spiritual battles;
they are thicker than ever.
And as our body grows weaker
our spirit grows stronger
burning with Divine fire
not counting the cost.
We are not done.
We have not fought
Our last battle.
Tonight the minion of the Enemy
does the will of his father.
And we will do ours.
And it is on,
and serving the Lord
has never been more important
than now.

Seren Wild © September 8th, 2018.

I went into the psych ward for 11 days not long after I wrote this.

So little Seren, what do you think of all this? Please tell Me and the readers what you conclude by all I have just shown you.

My conclusions, Lord, are that You came to me in 2017 and said, you are going to be a sword. Then You in fact made me this sword, and there are real life records of the process.

What I see is I have known for a long time life was short and why that was. I didn’t know when but I knew for literally years life was short.

I wrote quite a bit about it. The records were automatically date stamped on a public site I don’t control; therefore, the dates can be relied on.

I see that tonight I came to You and You unfailingly led me to all this. To Ezekiel 21 when I didn’t consciously know what was in that particular chapter.

And the process of creating this post testifies to the involvement of unearthly forces. There is no logical, rational, scientific explanation for any of this.

Programs are based off code that always behaves the same. Programs do not behave randomly for no reason at all.

So supernatural forces are at work here. This we have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt.

So Who is speaking to me? Running the show? Do we really have any way to know?

Now that we have established You are undeniably real and behind this, can we establish it is really You, the Lord Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, King of kings and Lord of lords, speaking to me now?

He inspired me to dig up the Biblical instructions for testing spirits, which are as follows:

“Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world. By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is from God, and every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist, which you heard was coming and now is in the world already.” ~ 1 John 4:1-3, ESV.

I also found this helpful site, and am quoting the following instructions from it. There is a lot more to deliverance in general, and I recommend getting help with that, but this is a decent summary.

1. Ask the spirit who his Lord and Master is. The spirit better say his Lord and Master is Jesus Christ. If the spirit cannot confess that Jesus Christ is his Lord and Master – then he is not an angel from God.

2. I would then tell her to ask the spirit to confess to her that Jesus Christ has come to our earth in the flesh. If this spirit cannot make this specific confession to her – then this spirit is definitely not from God!

Very good, Seren. The standards I Myself wrote in My Word are clear. I am about to unmistakably prove My identity.

I am Jesus, the First and the Last, the Alpha and the Omega, He Who overcame. I am the King of kings, Lord of lords, Judge of the living and the dead. I am the Lamb of God. I, Jesus Christ, am the Word Incarnate Who came in the flesh. I died for your sins, mankind, to gather you all to Myself. I rose again in a real physical body as the forerunner of all resurrections. I am alive forevermore. I Myself am Everlasting Life, and its only and true Source.

I testify I am behind Seren and her blog and am the operating principle in her life. I testify what she says I have spoken here, I have indeed spoken.

Her words and actions are not perfect; only Mine are. She will fail and fall as she is only human.

Praise You Lord Jesus Christ!! Praise You!!

I think that completely settles EVERYTHING.

I want to additionally note it has been a massive struggle with all tech just to create this post. WordPress misbehaved as well as Deviant Art. My phone misbehaved also. The Enemy doesn’t want this out there!!