March 11, 2026, all during the day
A Unique Sound
In the quiet chambers of my heart,
where whispers of doubt tread lightly,
the world’s raucous storm seeks to draw all eyes,
like a tempest of fear,
but here, i sink into silence,
a sanctuary carved from chaos.
The man in white, a beacon,
arrives riding the winds of promise,
his shofar slicing through the din,
a call resounding,
an announcement wrapped in grace,
the sound of a new Kingdom order,
breathing life into weary souls.
In this sacred space,
i attune my ear to echoes,
the shofar’s call is interwoven
with the strumming of unseen strings,
a harmony that stirs, that awakens,
a symphony of hearts yearning to hear,
their Master’s voice amidst the clamour.
“O, Abba Father,” i breathe out,
for this is a sound like no other,
pure and stunning,
pulling at the depths of who i am,
drawing me forth,
inviting, urging me
to wash away the tears of the past,
to prepare for a deeper intimacy.
“Yes, unique and touching,”
He says, a gentle breeze behind the words,
lifting my spirit,
like the aroma of spring flowers,
as the man and his chariot
fade into the horizon’s embrace,
yet the sound remains, a cloud,
settling softly upon my soul,
a reminder of the harvest yet to come,
where doubt and fear can’t take control —
in the presence of the One
who calls us home.
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March 3, 2026, all during the day
A Rest
Are you weary, feeling the weight of the day?
Release your burdens, come find a way
Escape the noise, let your spirit breathe,
soak in the quiet, the peace that He weaves
Time to lay down what you’ve carried too long,
follow the Shepherd, for in Him you belong
Under His wings, find a sheltering grace,
live lightly and freely, find your true place
Love draws you near, in sweet, gentle hush,
yearning for stillness? In Him, there’s no rush
Be not a stranger to the rest that He gives,
every breath taken, a promise that lives
Learn from the rhythms, the dance of His heart,
open your spirit, let His peace be your art
Venture to trust in the path He will show,
explore those green pastures, let your worries go
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February 28, 2026, all during the day
The Man In White
I saw a man, dressed in white,
with a shofar raised to the sky
His call rang out, a thunderous sound,
echoing wide, a voice that won’t die
“A sound will be heard,” the heavens proclaimed,
“many waters shall roar in reply
For the old world’s day is nearing its end,
and a new dawn awaits, by and by”
He pulled up his gown, bare feet on the ground,
and with a burst, he began to run —
A wind like a chariot swept him away,
higher and higher, he danced with the sun
“O watch closely,” whispered the air,
“for a government new will rise from the dust
Hand in hand with a fresh dispensation,
in the light of the truth, in the name of trust”
I witnessed a book, ancient and grand,
its pages a promise, a vision to find
An unseen hand with a pen held tight,
wrote destiny’s tale that echoed mankind
“Dear Abba,” i asked, “What is this time?
what wisdom do you grant to our fate?”
“This book,” He replied, “holds directives divine,
for the hearts that are true, that I shall create”
“A Kingdom of light shall invade this old earth,
for those who love Me with all that they are
Sons of Enoch will shine like the stars above,
in honesty’s glow, they’ll carry my spark”
“They’ve divorced from the chaos, the world’s bitter chain,
and embraced the mandate of heaven’s design
With purity blazing, they seek My sweet face,
in the sacred, they’ll rise, in my love they’ll entwine”
So heed the man in white, hear his call,
for the winds of change are swift on the run
The hour draws close, the old world must fall,
in the hearts of the faithful, a new dawn is spun
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February 18, 2026, all during the day
Keeper In Me
Me raise a hand to shade the eyes,
beneath the brilliance of the dawn,
its pulse lingers, its promise breathes,
not boastful, but trustworthy, a strange grace
A plan woven in the fabric of days,
with alterations to the hue of things,
every moment a brushstroke painted,
while in my heart’s chamber, a vision glows
Let the writing be shown of rhema words,
sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless
Each word a spark, a whispering flame,
in The Keeper’s heart, we find our name
The Vine raises an arm to wave her in,
deepening shade, wild flares, and as the sun sets
i remember, the song “Imagine” of John Lennon,
but now enlightened by the Truth of Heaven
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February 9, 2026, all during the day
You Are
In deep shadows, where silence reigned,
i have seen things i can’t explain
A bright flicker, twice a whispering name,
i know You were there, a wondrous light in the flame
Strange scents of jasmine filled the air,
each note of a song, a secret highly rare
I’ve felt Your brush against my soul,
in perfect melodies that are in full control
Beyond my grasp, the flavours danced,
in this wonderful, uncharted expanse
I found You everywhere, close and afar,
in the presence of music i never sought, You Are
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January 23, 2026, all during the day
Change
Time whispers softly, urging you near,
as day turns to dusk the signs become clear
The season is shifting, with chill in the air,
so wrap yourselves warmly, for change is laid bare
I will fill your basket, a feast from the sky,
manna of promise as days flutter by
Day by day I will provide what you need,
in Yeshu’s name plant love like a seed
Power lies waiting deep in your soul,
strongholds will crumble and hearts will feel whole
Remember, it is not for your glory, but for works of grace,
in faith be anchored and My truth you’ll embrace
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January 19, 2026, all during the day
He Is To Me
My compass,
the constant glow in the fog,
thoughts orbiting like stars,
desires awakening in his warmth
He is the heartbeat of now,
where time loses weight,
only presence,
an ocean inside and out,
wrapping me in whispers of breath
The path is clear,
a dance of unfiltered moments,
fully known, fully loved,
a garden lush with grace,
religion stripped to reveal glory
“Should i surrender?”
i asked,
and He answered —
“Lower the umbrella,
let the refreshing rain fall”
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January 6, 2026, all during the day
Eat Of My Bounty
You, My Bride, awaken ! It’s time to arise,
gather your courage; let truth light your eyes
Eat of My bounty both daily and new,
stand firm, take up your sword, let its power renew
Then rest in My presence, in silence await,
feel My love pour forth as you shift the weight
For I will prepare you for the seasons ahead,
and guide you with wisdom; follow, be fed
Your destiny, child, is a promise so sweet,
when I Am your focus, your life is complete
Cleanse yourself often from the worries that bind,
so the rhema word flows, with your heart intertwined
You are precious to Me; I laid down My breath,
for you are My cherished, even unto death
Trust in the process, trust wholly in Me,
Kyria, dear daughter, find your rest in the free
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