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Notes From The Fortress of Solitude



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Notes From The Fortress of Solitude

In the world of comic books, Superman had his place to retreat, the Fortress of Solitude. It was located near the North Pole, far away from the world's distraction and hectic pace. It was his secret place. I also have a secret, retreat place. It's a place to meet with a real-life hero, Jesus of Nazareth.

I used to call it "my cave", but it's not a place to escape from life, nor is it a hole in the ground. I don't run to it only when things go bad, or when I get wounded. When I'm there, I'm not in the dark. You see, it's a place filled with light. When I go there the atmosphere of Heaven surrounds me. It's where I find strength, strategies, and revelation. It's my high tower. It's my personal Fortress of Solitude.



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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Outside Of Time


God can move the artist who listens for His direction. For artists with multiple art forms, God speaks in many ways.

Outside Of Time

Outside of time-
Inspired art
and rhyme.

Colors splashed,
the words
intertwined.

Drawings move
into poetry,
And the tomes
spark imagery.

Of transcendental essence,
I hope and pray.
Escaping to ponder
The Life, Truth, and Way.

Thoughts of my King,
an air current's lift,
I turn my wings
just so,
to make shift.

But now I must go
and toot my horn.
Been so long,
...I hope,
not so foreign.

Translating
pix and words
into sound.
Melodies
glorifying Him
to be found,

Playing to
an audience of one,
at least.
Hope the neighbors
like this
sound feast.
A little loud,
I reach for
the mute.
Might've been better,
had I studied the flute.

- Tony Mujica © 2011

Bitter Sweet


Bitter Sweet

The scroll had been eaten,
musta' been sweeten'd.
It went down so good,
not like
I thought
it would.

But after a while
gone was my smile.
And in it's place
a frown graced my face.

The bubbly burped up -
just what did I sup?
That scroll,
to be sure.
Bitter bubbles
need a cure.

His divine suggestion
(for spiritual indigestion) -

"Speak words about Me,
how I love'm,
decree.
Here's the relief
for your bottled grief.
Prophesy a while,
to get back your smile.

"When you ate the scroll,
My words had their toll.
But the scroll was blank
as it went down your tank.

"Empty of words
of content specific
I fueled you up
with spontaneous prolific.
I'm filling you up
to spout
off-the-cuff.

"A word for the moment
and if that's not enough -
You could chirp out a song
to my forest birds
They'd get the message,
through My chirpy words."

- Tony Mujica © 2011

Earth Prays


Earth Prays

Time is
of the essence
We are hungered
for your presence
One can hear
the groans-
Listen! The Earth,
it moans.

The funnels twist,
the deluge pours.
Tsunamis overtake
coastal shores.
Earth knows a thing
most men do not.
As winter blisters cold
and summer
boils hot.

As if to bemoan
our sad condition,
Weather delivers its
stern petition:

"Mankind has seen
a better day.
Even the wind knows
when to pray.

"When Creator, will You
bring forth
Seven-burners synced
in Ruach's force.
Men called forth
in Holy Flame
Written about,
of Bible fame.

"More than that, when
will He come.
The Father's Heart is
where He's from.
He sang our forces
into being
Rocks and stones
respond with
singing.

"Why does man
choose disbelief?
We know the source
of your great grief
It is quite simple,
don't you agree?
Came down to Earth
to set us all free."

- Tony Mujica ©2011

A Burden Over Covenantal Compromises

This Poem is a cry for every man or woman after God's own heart.

A Burden Over Covenantal Compromises


Burden took root in my own heart -
a plant of the Burdengiver's art.
My heart was gripped,
the cup was sipped and
now I could pray out my part.

He snuck it on me
so I would see,
Then pray it, declare it,
make a decree.
At first, I didn't know -
prayer's purpose
He'd later show.
So I prayed it in tongues
at the top of my lungs.
In sync with the Father's flow.

I know the value of
weep-soaked prayer.
Without the tears
it has no flair.
No taste, no fragrance
to fill the air
And mark it's trek
toward Abba's nose.
With tears, it's like a
smeared, crushed rose.
Humility's scent glazes
victory over foes.

Let me feel just what
You feel,
Your heart's pain
enhances my real.
Let Your emotion
be my potion.
A simple fix ignites
my passion.

May Your tear be
my tear.
This moment not only
another "draw near".
But saline insights to
things unseen.
So I might see just
what You mean.

What causes the Creator of all
to cry?
Answer me, Lord,
I wanna know why.
The cause of the weep
from Your darkest deep.
Why do You awaken me
from my sleep?

Why spur me toward
Shamar's watch wall?
What holy words would You
have me call?
I follow Your pull and
weep with you
You share weighty burdens
with select few.

You pointed out
in Ezekiel Sixteen
A babe saved, fed -
then You'd wean,
How she hurt You
to the core.
Would she be willing
to be restored?

The pain hurt so, but,
was it planned?

"I'll tell You now so
you'll understand.
And show you a glimpse
of why I ache.
You know so well
the pains of break,
The split of a
man and wife.
We share in common
that aching strife.

"My servant Zeke
I sparked to speak.
He echoed my pains for
his day and now.
It pained me so
to take an action
Against the object
of my affection.
To pull her away
from lovers lesser.
Got finer garments with which
to dress her.
How many times
was she distracted?
Every time
I was impacted.

"It's for the church within
a nation.
that I'd like to bring
consecration.
But off course
she veered,
just what lover
had feared.
Covenantal compromise
as much as that is unwise.
Oh, the thing that 
blocks my love
and taints the gaze of 
my sweet dove."

In the book of
Psalms One Three Three,
(an illustration
so we can see)
Holy oil runs down
Aaron's face;
A united bride
so full of grace.
Even Hell's gates
will not prevail,
against a warring bride who
will not fail.
But for now, she sleeps
with compromise,
as much as that is unwise.


So now I begin
to comprehend
With tears I join 
my God, my friend.
My prayers are flavored
in saline tear,
A heartfelt prayer
now leaves this sphere.
As salted incense
floats above.
The things you'll do 'cause
God you love.

- Tony Mujica © 2011
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