In the Ark, Safe

The Rest has come

When all outside is writhing

And Judgment’s Flood

Has checked all sin and vice

And God had warned

That mortal plans were folly

“Build my Ark”, His only sound advice.

And they had mocked

While I and family gathered

And they had watched all creatures enter in.

This Vessel meant to be the means of mercy

As thunder growled and

This day’s sunlight

Grew so threateningly dim.

We cannot watch the waters

Rise in devastation

Our only door aimed Heavenward

By His intent.

But we can hear their cries

Untimely pleadings

Too late to honour all our God had meant.


Note: In the original language the name Noah meant “rest”.


Five Rings Blemished

The Winter Olympics. Sochi in the Soviets. Most expensive venue ever…and in a hungry, oppressed federation manipulated by the Mob. Riots, water cannons and death in nearby Ukraine.

Supposedly celebrating the brotherhood of man and the excellence of human conditioning and effort. Controversies about rigged judging, rigged event line-ups. Winning is everything (the silver medalist is a bum).

And what about when it is all over and the gold medalist sits down at age 23 and says “What’s next?”

I must admit that I hold my breath for the Canadian ice dancers, hockey players and curlers. A national thing dontcha know.

But as an international celebration of goodwill it is far, far away from that gathering of tribes ’round the throne in Revelation 5.

He Is Risen

Could not find the glasses
looked everywhere
Could not find the house keys
how to lock the door?
how to leave?

Searched at a frantic pace
keys in hand
glasses resting on the bridge of a nose
upon an alarmed face

There all along…
how often we search
for what we’ve already been given
rummage through tombs…
in search of the living


Anthony Gomez, Moncks Corner, S. C.

Sandra’s Heartfelt Cry

Still, as one who has done due diligence on her knees, and I have recommitted to that one most critical brand of activism, I dare say that if/when the tide finally starts to turn, it will not be due to the political process, it will not be due to the marches on Washington, it will not be because of which voting block any party managed to conquer.  I believe it will be because somewhere, someone recognized that they needed to put their faith back upon the Faithful One, and direct their appeal there.  In my opinion, what difference does Vacation Bible School, Worship Service, Christmas Pageants, soup kitchens, and all the other wonderful things that many churches do, what difference will those make if we allow this nation to continue to slide into the abyss, where the mere use of the phrase “Merry Christmas” can result in someone losing their job, and where a Christian is not allowed to mention Jesus outside the doors of the church.  Not that a lot of them do anyway, but my point is, we’ve got the cart before the horse.  We’ve got priorities all backward.

Sandra Lloyd

Note: Wow! This is truly prophetic and most necessary. Churches please abandon your “Yay-team” attitude. You DO NOT have it all together with programs and numbers. Do you find yourself in the place of Esther, or not?

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario


I have just finished reading  a novel which is a disturbing parable, a dark prophecy. Copywritten in 2004 it is the work of Nobel prize winner Jose Saramago of Portugal. The title, “Seeing”.

A torrential downpour frustrates the turnout for a municipal election in the un-named capital city of an un-named Western nation. Oddly there are no proper names in the entire book. The Prime Minister. The Cabinet Ministers, The Minister of the Interior. The Superintendent of Special Investigation. The Wife of a local eye doctor. Her loyal dog.

It is decided that the election will be re-run after seven days. The turnout is then more respectable. But to the Government’s surprise 83% of the ballots are blank. Traitorously white. The President’s staff formulate a scathing rebuke as to threats to “their beloved democracy, hardly earned by forefathers.” He promises to remove all official personnel to a neutral spot outside, and to allow the constituents, like rebellious children, to stew in  their own juices.

Surprisingly the City continues to function, and without the overwhelming lawlessness suspected by the Government inner circle.

Had someone provoked this mass statement as to the redundancy of the “public service”? The culprit or conspirators must be brought to justice!

On the day of government departure a total of 27 avenues of withdrawal are selected so as to minimize the impact of any outburst at the passing convoys. No citizens come outside. No public outcry in the early light of day. But household lights mostly turned on to better view and to assist the exodus of the policy makers. Yep, begone: no great loss. Again “whiteness”.

From the outside of the barb-wired City the Minister of the Interior begins to feel increasingly ridiculous. He orchestrates an explosion to pump up the theory of an unidentified anarchist and villain. Secret arrests and interrogations abound under the cloak of “state of siege”. The News media will do his bidding.

He appoints a task force of three to “break back into the City” and to locate a person whom he now suspects, for scanty reasons, to be the root of this horrible uprising. The scapegoat, a heroic and little known woman who was spared the plague of blindness in the City four years prior. The Superintendent is humiliated by the prospect of a wild goose chase with a foregone conclusion. Safe houses; communication code-names. A veritable spy farce. But he gets to meet the Woman and her circle of loyal friends, and finds no fault in them.

Crisis of conscience.

The final episode of “whiteness” is a storm of citizens’ pamphlets intended to reverse the harm spread by a soul-less and sold-out journalism including photographs of our heroine and followers. Will she come out of it unscathed? Will the Superintendent? Will his underlings who suspect the rest of the story?

Not gonna tell. And who orchestrated the whiteness of the “blankers”, or did anyone? And what about that massive epidemic of debilitating blindness in the recent past? White blindness.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario

And just one more disturbing book review. Please.