The New Koran
Reply #286 - March 10, 2018, 02:50 PM
God The Eternal
In the name of God
“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty. I am who I am. I am God. I am the First. I am the Last. I am Life. I am Death. I am the agony of death. I am the Eternal Grief. The LORD, the LORD, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. I am the darkness of the night. I am misery. I am poverty. I am pain. I am disease. I am cruel nature, the unforgiving reality, the uncaring world surrounding you, and besides me you shall find no helper. I am the bleakness of the night, and of winter. I am the depths of the Ocean. I am the Ocean. I am the darkness inside a blind man's eyes. I am the gift of sight. I am the sun, the moon, the stars, the galaxies. I am the darkness of the Universe. I am the Universe (and more). I am the joy of spring. I will cause your death, and deaths of your parents, your siblings, your relatives, your friends, your acquaintances, all of them shall submit to me. I am the Darkness. I am the Light. I am the Supreme. I am the Truth, and I am the Reality. I am the pangs of death, and i am the one who determines your destiny. I brought you into this world, and i will take you out of it. When orphans grieve for their dead parents, i am there and take care of them. When an innocent child is killed unjustly, I am there and I take care of it. Wherever and whenever a crime is being committed, I am the witness, I am the punisher of it. The LORD, the LORD God, I am compassionate, I am gracious, I am slow to anger, I am abounding in love, I am faithful, I am forgiving. I am the Suffering of Christ. I am the Suffering of the Worlds. I am the Way of Grief. When parents mourn for their dead children, i am the cause of it. Yet mankind prefers to indulge in frivolities and not pay heed to serious matters. I am the emptiness and the bottomless pit of the soul, perpetual darkness, misery within. See now that I, I am He, I, and I alone, am God; no other god is real. And the heavens proclaim My righteousness, for I am the Judge. I kill and I give life, I wound and I heal, and no one can oppose what I do; I bring down to Sheol and raise it up. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. I am Hell's fury, I am the roaring Hell. I am the unending blazing fire that is fueled by humans and stones. I am the misery therein." I will lend you, for a little time, A child of mine, God said. For you to love the while he lives, And mourn for when he's dead. All loss is hard. All loss is lonely. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright. Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and cry, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. How wonderful is Death, Death, and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon. With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn. When throned on ocean’s wave. It blushes o’er the world; Yet both so passing wonderful! There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul. And there are corpses, feet made of cold and sticky clay, death is inside the bones, like a barking where there are no dogs, coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere, growing in the damp air like tears of rain. Sometimes I see alone, coffins under sail, embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair, with bakers who are as white as angels, and pensive young girls married to notary publics, caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead, the river of dark purple, moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death, filled by the sound of death which is silence. Death arrives among all that sound like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it, comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it, comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat. Nevertheless its steps can be heard and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree. I’m not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see, but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets, of violets that are at home in the earth, because the face of death is green, and the look death gives is green, with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf and the somber color of embittered winter. But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom, lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies, death is inside the broom, the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses, it is the needle of death looking for thread. Death is inside the folding cots: it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses, in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out: it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets, and the beds go sailing toward a port where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral. There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I’ve lived the parting hour to see. Of one I would have died to save. Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing each sigh might be the last; Longing to see the shade of death. O’er those belovèd features cast. The cloud, the stillness that must part, The darling of my life from me; And then to thank God from my heart, to thank Him well and fervently; Although I knew that we had lost, the hope and glory of our life; And now, benighted, tempest-tossed, Must bear alone the weary strife. And you as well must die, belovèd dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead Than the first leaf that fell,this wonder fled, Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost. Nor shall my love avail you in your hour. In spite of all my love, you will arise, Upon that day and wander down the air, Obscurely as the unattended flower, It mattering not how beautiful you were, Or how belovèd above all else that dies. Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your head, And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur tender words, Forgiving me, because you were dead: Nor would you rise and hasten away, Though you have the will of wild birds, But know your hair was bound and wound about the stars and moon and sun: O would, beloved, that you lay under the dock-leaves in the ground, While lights were paling one by one. Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown by glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe, And stories urns record that rests below. When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been. Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth – While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power – Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit! By nature vile, ennoble but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise; I never knew but one – and here he lies. God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead sins Came monsters, livid with desire. They fought, Wrangled over the world, A morsel. But of all sadness this was sad — A woman’s arms tried to shield. The head of a sleeping man From the jaws of the final beast. Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine To drink deep of the mystic shining cup And ecstasy through all our being leaps— Death bows his head and weeps. God is not a man, that He should lie, Nor a son of man, that He should repent; Has He said, and will He not do it? Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good? Sing praise to God who reigns above, The God of all creation, The God of power, the God of love, The God of our salvation. There is no one holy like the LORD, Indeed, there is no one besides You, Nor is there any rock like our God. For the word of the LORD is upright, And all His work is done in faithfulness. He loves righteousness and justice; The earth is full of the loving kindness of the LORD. Splendid and majestic is His work, And His righteousness endures forever. He has made His wonders to be remembered; The LORD is gracious and compassionate. Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; Yes, our God is compassionate. Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. The LORD by wisdom founded the earth, By understanding He established the heavens. The eyes of the LORD are in every place, Watching the evil and the good. Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth Does not become weary or tired His understanding is inscrutable. For the LORD your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon or destroy you or forget the covenant with your forefathers, which he confirmed to them by oath. You are My witnesses,” declares the LORD, “And My servant whom I have chosen, So that you may know and believe Me And understand that I am He Before Me there was no God formed, And there will be none after Me. I, even I, am the LORD, And there is no savior besides Me. For the LORD your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality and accepts no bribes. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love. For the Lord is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance beholds the upright. But as He who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, because it is written, "Be holy, for I am holy." My tongue shall speak of Your word, for all Your commandments are righteousness. God is a Spirit and is the Creator of all things. He alone is eternal (has always existed) and is the self–existing one (He is completely self–sufficient and independent of anything else for His existence). He is loving, all–knowing, all–powerful, omnipresent (present everywhere at all times), unchanging, holy without sin, just, long–suffering, gracious, righteous, and merciful. He is the One True God (all other so–called gods are nothing but man–made idols). Thus The One God is in truth beyond all statement: any affirmation is of a thing; but the all-transcending, resting above even the most august divine Mind, possesses alone of all true being, and is not a thing among things; we can give it no name because that would imply predication. God is pure actuality with no potentiality in his being whatsoever. That is, God has no possibility of not existing. Whatever has potentiality (potency) needs to be actualized or affected by another. And because God is the ultimate Cause, there is nothing beyond him to actualize any potential he may have. God is Unlimited By Time and Space. God is Unchanging. For thus says the high and exalted One Who lives forever, whose name is Holy, I dwell on a high and holy place, And also with the contrite and lowly of spirit In order to revive the spirit of the lowly And to revive the heart of the contrite. But the LORD is the true God; He is the living God and the everlasting King. At His wrath the earth quakes, And the nations cannot endure His indignation. Ah Lord GOD! Behold, You have made the heavens and the earth by Your great power and by Your outstretched arm! Nothing is too difficult for You. For nothing will be impossible with God. God is spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth. I most certainly understand now that God is not one to show partiality, but in every nation the man who fears Him and does what is right is welcome to Him. The God who made the world and all things in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands; To the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen. And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are open and laid bare to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do. So that by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge would have strong encouragement to take hold of the hope set before us. The One who impartially judges according to each one's work, conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your stay on earth.
God says the truth
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