Sunday, December 18, 2016


Shu Qi:
Married. Pregnant?

Fureguransu no mi kaifū

The troops have been deployed.
The garden has been destroyed. 

Let the rain proclaim providence from heaven.
May grains be crushed for flour and baked with leaven.

We can restore her beauty with cultivation
provided the rain gives saturation.

Let the light from the sun shine.
Let hope be resurrected as mine.

Knowledge about gardening was taken from a land in anguish.
The land had been prepared for growth with labor that did not languish.

The fertility of the earth was nurtured for success.
The green covered brown like the caress of a fresh dress.

The heavens declared wetness, warmth, darkness and light.
The earth received grace as a portent of might.
Those that enslaved people were cast out of the garden.
Would that they had not let their hearts to so harden.

One day tells its tale to another.
One night imparts knowledge like an expectant mother.
Though time has no words or language
the languid languor of sound says what it can manage.

The message has gone out to the ends of the world.
The page has been turned; the turn has uncurled.

The sound has gone out to all of the lands.
Each reaches to each to shake his or her hand.

A pavilion has been set for the sun in the deep.
Illumination rises like a champion from sleep.
Light comes forth like a celebrity onto the stage.
Her beauty shines forth like the rage of the age.

The stage has been set for the course to be run.
from the uttermost edge to the end of the fun.
Nothing but darkness is hidden by rays
that bring our sight the majesty of praise.  

The revolution of law requires evolution in time.
It cannot be suspended by indifferent slime.
No one is above it. No one can climb
beyond liberty with justice
in the lustrous wrestling rustle
of just us in the substance of augustus. 

Reason rejects prejudice as the sui generis
of mutagenesis in the rigid retinas of the next nemesis.

Harm against another based on sex, race, status, religion or party
makes a tardy barney spark an army full of malarky.

Justice revives the whole of the soul.
The fragrance of petals from the bowl is unrolled.

It gives wisdom a prism
to release your mind from the prison of schism.

Do not harbor false belief for relief.
Do not abuse your majority or minority authority.
Preserve time for rest, so you can be at your best.

Honor your family to strive for length of life without strife.
Do not murder or subvert reality as the whisperer's pipe.
Do not destroy property or relation in the celebration of nation.

Do not steal or reveal a witness untrue.

That which was known to you will be thrown through the blue.

Do not covet though you love it. You will lose the new of your queue.

Do not parade to invade. It will make what you say a slave to charade.

Provide for the elderly, the disabled, the poor.

It will open a door through which your spirit will soar.

Education is a celebration of generation, not an oblation to obligation.

Social security restrains spending on military extravagance and mutation.

Do you believe in God? Put growth in the sod.

Set faith into action with love for satisfaction.
You will earn respect by honoring rights for insight in life.

Make your rule of law to build trust.
It will bust the dust from your crust 
to combust what you must.

Our vine has taken root. It is enroute to make a magical fruit.
The commute will compute the chute as tender tendril shoots 
that reach from river to sea in pursuit of absolute glee.
The land will be filled with fertility. 
Justice will be our virility.

Restore our trust in us.
It's a must.

80 Qui regis Israel

1 Hear, O Shepherd of Israel, leading Joseph like a flock; *
shine forth, you that are enthroned upon the cherubim.
2 In the presence of Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh, *
stir up your strength and come to help us.
3 Restore us, O God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.
4 O Lord God of hosts, *
how long will you be angered
despite the prayers of your people?
5 You have fed them with the bread of tears; *
you have given them bowls of tears to drink.
6 You have made us the derision of our neighbors, *
and our enemies laugh us to scorn.
7 Restore us, O God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.
8 You have brought a vine out of Egypt; *
you cast out the nations and planted it.
9 You prepared the ground for it; *
it took root and filled the land.
10 The mountains were covered by its shadow *
and the towering cedar trees by its boughs.
11 You stretched out its tendrils to the Sea *
and its branches to the River.
12 Why have you broken down its wall, *
so that all who pass by pluck off its grapes?
13 The wild boar of the forest has ravaged it, *
and the beasts of the field have grazed upon it.
14 Turn now, O God of hosts, look down from heaven;
behold and tend this vine; *
preserve what your right hand has planted.
15 They burn it with fire like rubbish; *
at the rebuke of your countenance let them perish.
16 Let your hand be upon the man of your right hand, *
the son of man you have made so strong for yourself.
17 And so will we never turn away from you; *
give us life, that we may call upon your Name.
18 Restore us, O Lord God of hosts; *
show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.

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