The Fiber Of A Thought

A new painting already exists, in my mind's eye, for this new poem. It's already finished in my head. It just hasn't been executed yet on a physical canvas. Likewise, I'm feeling the pull, to go into the recording studio with the trumpet. 


This one is sparking me back to my bebop jazz roots. I 'd like to put something together with poetic narration supported by an acoustic jazz quartet.

The Fiber Of A Thought

we all know the importance

of having fiber

in the diet.

the fiber acts as 

an intestinal broom,

sweeping tummy's 

discomforting gloom.

when gases press in 

with no more room,

that's why we reach for 

an intestinal broom.

so, fiber in the diet 

keeps tummy

very, very quiet.

but what happens when 

the brain 

is under attack

and thinking thoughts that 

are so black? 

how do we tinker 

with gas in our thinker?

for what, oh Lord, 

do we reach?

can someone pass 

the brain bleach?

please God, please, 

deliver a speech!

it's the fiber of a thought

a thing so rarely taught.

of highest caliber 

this Godly fiber

intermeshed and 

intertwined

from God alone, 

it's so designed

as rescue plan

for us to stand. 

it's holy relief for

humankind's mind.

the mind of Christ

is hidden in a helmet,

preventing me

from hellish plummet.

donning this cap

provides the fix.

so read more about it

in ephesians six.

of what great value,

this mind of Christ.

one might deem

this find high-priced

the brooming fibrous thoughts

of my God's mind,

what better answer

to bring unwind

to dark usurps

and devilish burps.

praise Jesus for this

brainy bromo seltzer -

His way to cover

my thoughts

with a shelter,

from a barrage of the

whispering devious,

to delete dark out -

going back to the previous.

- Tony Mujica © 2011

"Rev Four, Foot To Floor" and "Meta Taute"

This theme goes by two names, "Come Up Here" and "Meta Taute"(which means 'after this', in the original Greek, the first two words of Revelation Chapter Four, A favorite that I can spend hours lost in meditation on.). Since most people scratch their heads when I say "Meta Taute", I commonly refer to this as "Come Up Here".


Following this is a companion poem entitled "Rev Four, Foot To Floor".

Rev four, foot to floor

Rev four -

foot to floor

I feel the pull

of the open door.

Rev four -

foot to floor

Trump voice speaks

"Come up and soar"

Foot to floor

right through the door

The pull, the yank

gripped through my tank.

Rev four -

foot to floor

A burning, churning

within my core.

Rev four -

A thundering rumbling

Symphony sounding

Now I'm crumbling.

Dive to floor

break into sweat

All because

His Presence met.

Rev four -

light beyond burning

Holy One sparks up

my heart's yearning.

Stay on floor -

in saline puddle

The glory realm is

not so subtle.

Rev four -

back to my feet.

Grace to stand

and not retreat.

Rev four -

watch to see

Twenty four crowns

On elderly.

Rev four -

all bowed down

Arms extended

offering crown.

Count'em four

blazing creatures.

Eyes and wings

as primary features.

Rev four -

What are they

thinking?

Eyes on me

without a blinking.

Waves of praise

in call and response

He fills all desires

and all wants.

Rev four

onto the next

to watch a lamb

crack open a text

Rev five -

I'm still alive.

- Tony Mujica ©2011

A Cannon In God's Canon

Here is a poem that I was moved to write about my friend, Canon Andrew White after a brief exchange, a few hours ago on Facebook:


I have this friend, a fearless friend
In many ways a real God-send
He has this subtlety to bring an influence,
Encouraging many towards God pursuance.

He's like the bridge over troubled waters
Heaven smiles with many applauders.
Been used by God in many scrambles,
Bringing a sense of peace to a world in shambles.

He knows the way of Godly crushing
that leads to flushing, blushing, and gushing
while shoulders are breezed in Holy Spirit brushing.

As is in sync with God's reborn,
Knows the value of his thorn.
Just like Jacob right after his bout
All night wrestling, I'm talking about.

An outright skirmish
(not for the squeamish).
Left with reminder in a hip that's torn.
to hobble with cane - well, that's his thorn.

A mystery thorn was given to Paul,
Pride's deterrent for a higher call.
A lesson from this we all can glean.
Stay low, close to God, in order to stay clean.

A simple prayer for brother Andrew
More of God to see him through.
Oh, dear Lord, won't you shower your essence?
Your kindly fix for the bodily dents.

Protect our friend, whose friends, (just for starters,)
Have gone on as precious saints and martyrs
Let him fill that dream You have
To heal world wounds with a holy, blood salve.

- Tony Mujica ©2011


I had the pleasure of meeting Canon Andrew White when he ministered at a HUB conference (HUB stands for His United Body, a local Chicago group, led by Nancy Magiera, that often hosts prophetic people from all over the globe) that I also ministered at as a prophetic artist back in 2006. I was working on a painting depicting John on the isle of Patmos, just as the door opened in Revelation chapter four. I continue working on it throughout the conference.


I noticed that whenever I looked behind me, this one man was always gazing at my canvas. His eyes seemed to be fixed my way. He would be at stage right. Then later  I would see him at another vantage point to the left. I soon found out, when he took the platform as conference speaker, that this was Canon Andrew White.


There were many supernatural things that happened concerning that event. For example, my wife and I lived north of Chicago in Evanston, Illinois. On the opening day of this conference, we had to bring our dogs to my mother's house, just west of downtown Chicago, while we would spend the weekend at the conference.


We left early before noon, to give ourselves time to get there. It was a Friday, which in Chicago means severe traffic backups. Our route wasn't an easy one since there's really no quick way to get from Evanston to North Riverside and then to Naperville.


I noticed traffic everywhere. Every shortcut that I knew (from my 17 year career as a Limousine driver) failed. Amy and I decided to worship, as we stood in traffic. No sense fretting over something beyond our control.


We arrived at my mother's house, quickly bringing dogs and accessories in. We stayed for a very short visit and returned to our car. Time continued on in it's rude, persistent manner with no concern for our appointment. These events require lots of equipment - easel, painting stuff, drop cloths, laptop, etc. that had to be set up in advance, so as not to disturb the gathering's worship.


We found ourselves in the last tollway before our destination. Traffic was bumper-to-bumper and moving, but moving ever so slowly. I saw a sign, the kind that is synced with overhead GPS monitoring (these are very accurate, I've learned to trust and used them daily in my job environment). I did quick calculations and realized we were not going to make it on time. That sign posted twenty minutes to get to Naperville. That would have made us ten minutes late at minimum and would present a big worship distraction.


We continued to worship, even kicking it up a notch because of the situation. I called the hotel and they sent people with carts to meet us when I arrived.


As I drove, I can't say that the sea parted for us, but what should have taken twenty minutes only took four minutes! There is no explanation for this, those four minutes actually seemed like twenty. The awaiting crew had me on stage and ready to paint just before the worship downbeat.


...And now, back to Canon Andrew White.


Canon started his teaching. At some point he referenced the painting. He shared how he couldn't help but stare at it, from the moment I started it onward. He told the conference that it ushered in the atmosphere of heaven, that the glory of God filled the hall. This was a word from God that I needed to hear at that hour.


You see, I had been talking to Amy about retiring my brush. I sang the sad song, you probably know the lyrics, "Nobody really wants to see your work. It really stinks. If you stop nobody will even notice."


God has a way of using people to bring an encouragement to us. God used Andrew White.




Ecce Homo

This painting is another version of "Ecce Homo" that I started at a different conference (Karitos 2009). It stands just over 4' tall.

I also painted another piece during this meeting. An interpretation of a classic biblical theme that many of history's painter have tackled, "Ecce Homo" which means 'behold the man'. It depicts Jesus after flogging before Pilate. He stands as the humble king broken before Pilate, whipped and beaten, with crown of thorns,  draped in crimson, majestic robe stained with the blood essence of His suffering and filled with traces of Bethany Mary's poured out perfume from just days before (This sweet perfume serves as a soft reminder of His future bride to be, us. Every time the cat-o-nine tailed whip removed flesh from His back, He probably thought, "Oh yes my lovely bride." I think this is why He said she would be eternally remembered.) He holds a branch given by mockers as a scepter. He is about to talk to Pontius about truth. He stands as a direct contrast to the second coming Victory King, the Bozrah man of Isaiah 59:16-19 and Isaiah 63, who comes to wipe out His enemies.


At some point, Andrew was ministering up front. I was a tired, weeping puddle on the floor. The Lord gently whispered to me while I was in prostrate brokenness.


He said, "Get up and paint another."


Although I was tired (having stood the bulk of the conference to paint), I got up, in obedient response, and painted faster than I'd ever painted. My hand moved lightning fast, occasionally dipping to the palette to recharge brush. I knew that Holy Spirit was guiding me. All I could see was a big blur as I watched the painting fall into place. Since then, I've experienced this type of Holy Ghost intervention, usually when I'm depleted or feeling broken. It's the moment He waits for, when you have exhausted your ability's reserve. Then He moves, as if to show you the way it should always be done. I completed that painting within an hour's passing.


I was asked to briefly talk about the painting on the final day of that gathering. I especially remember saying the following:


"This painting is not only about John the beloved on Patmos, it's also about you, Canon. This painting shows John sitting on a rock in Patmos. I see him as you. Canon Andrew White sitting, before God, on a rock in Iraq."


Andrew White bought both paintings from that weekend. He was responsible for preventing this artist from throwing in the towel.


Below is a small drawing from one of my sketchbooks. It is a variation of the Patmos theme that Andrew purchased. I'll show in a separate post, a recent poem ("Rev Four, Foot To Floor") that goes with the sketch.

This drawing is very small - about 6 inches or so in height.