Passing on The Call
     5/20/97 (2:07pm)

Jesus is calling you home
to where paradise is truly paradise
and not the fabric of illusion
born on the wings of an existence
that by its very nature
can not be held
beyond the edge of touch...

I can not take you there --
no hand hold, no strong push --
I'm not the one you need
to take you home to paradise.

Jesus Christ is calling you;
He wants you to come home.
The only thing that I can do
is pass what I've been shown.

Jesus is calling you home
to where paradise is truly paradise
and not the fabric of illusion
born on the wings of an existence
that by its very nature
can not be held
beyond the edge of touch...

                     Andrew D. Festa

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		The ants
     7/6/96 (Retitled March, 1997)

A cool breeze on a sun-heated day;
yesterday, clouds dropped heavy tears;
today...well, here it is;
and tomorrow, an unseen unknown
       that may or may not arrive,
       or at its arrival may not find me.

Earlier, ants roamed on missions
and carried out assignments
no matter the obstacles,
but I sit here in a cool breeze
carrying out no assignments,
carrying no tasks to completion,
       yet I breathe another breath...
       and the breadth of me withers into nothing much.

What have I done?
Where have I gone?
With whom have I spoken?
Will my life have made the slightest difference?

                     Andrew D. Festa

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FROM HEAVENWARD, THE CALL
     7/17/96

The sleeper drifts between the voids
as angers dance all aound --
       echo the short fuse;
       echo the loss of gain;
       violence take to `rule';
       The Lord takes no delight
           in our pain.

Silent, the children turn
away from The Father;
The Lord stands near,
as we approach the end,
watching as souls fall away from Him.
(And, He can do nothing but watch,
for, in His Love, He gave us free will.)

From Heavenward the call;
from Heavenward the pains fall
from the sad cheek of The Lord.

God still offers Salvation.
Jesus is the Way.
God's Hope lies squarely on us all,
to accept or reject.

From Jesus comes the call:
"Hear my Father's plea.
Put the Bible, Prayer, Me, and God
back into your lives!!"

The sleepers must awaken.
The sleepers in The Lord
must arise and spread
The Lord's most precious message.

                     Andrew D. Festa

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TIME'S END
     2/19/96 (5:06am)

At time's end,
Truth turns sickly pale
in the eyes of the blind
---
cold hands
of disbelievers
attempt to strangle
Truth into silence
---
at the all-age's
final touch
---
wars of the Spirit
rip the fabric of reality;
all people, pawns
in what
---
flesh has no say.
No war of flesh, but Spirit.
This is finality...
---
Time to choose sides
---
one, winner
one, loser
---
you cannot
sideline sit
---
There is no second chance...
no "one more go `round"
---
beyond time's touch:
Heaven
or
Hell.
---
remember...
free will is ours.

                     Andrew D. Festa

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When push comes to shove
     4/29/97 (10:18pm)

I want to stand
at the edge of the great precipice
wide eyed and willing
to do whatever the moment demands
   in accordance with His Will.

I want to carry my cross
willingly and without complaint,
more than prepared
to place my life
at the tender mercy
   of and in accordance with His Will.

I want to proclaim boldly
   when told to be silent,
stand on His Rock
   when sin begs my attention,
rest in His Truth
   when told to renounce Him,
turn from deception
   when asked to embrace it,
rise to the pinnacle of Christ
   when asked to sink into the illusion of this world,
stand on His Truth,
rely on His Promise,
rejoice in His Glory,
give thanks for Salvation,
and proclaim to the masses
that Jesus...is...   The Champion!!

This reality disintegrates
before our very eyes
   (assuming blindness
   does not grip our hearts to ignorance)
as if a dream which turns to nightmare
held us by the soul...

Those who believe
the Holy Truth of God The Father
will one day awaken
from this dream-illusion
and enter His Holy Presence forever!!

Those who do not believe
will one day awaken from the dream
and enter the eternal nightmare.

At the end of our road, questions:
   What did you do with Jesus?
   What did you do with The Light?
   How strong was your Faith
       when push came to shove?

                     Andrew D. Festa

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Our Redeemer
     5/15/97 (8:25PM)---Lines 25-29 added 5/20/97 (3:39am)


Jesus is coming back real soon
to give us to the mend;
Every day, in every event,
we come closer to the end.

The Lord is our Redeemer
who will cure the ills of all,
if only we would shout out "YES!"
in answer to His Call.

Why do we struggle so to serve
the one from whom all life has sprung?
What can we hope to gain from
this illusion's twisted, lying tongue?
Why do we struggle so to serve
Him who has graced us from the start?
How can it be that we can't see
He wants us to do our part?

The Lord is our Redeemer
who will cure the ills of all,
if only we would shout out "YES!"
in answer to His Call.

The devil's in the details;
the devil's doing wrong;
the devil's in the details,
singing a sinful song.

What need have I of details
which bring me to despair?
The Lord will handle details
with whispers in the air...
   and The Lord is
       always there!!

The Lord is our Redeemer
who will cure the ills of all,
if only we would shout out "YES!"
in answer to His Call.

                     Andrew D. Festa

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rest
     5/14/97 (5:21am)

In a fragmentary sort of way
I once stood twisted shards
above the rest of every nothing.
Now in a solid, concrete way
I stand full and complete
within the very rest of Jesus.

Time does not grace me
       to a smile
on its wreckless journey by,

Space is not kind
       but holds me rigid
as it breaks me to a cry.

And matter holds me
       by the genes
to a singularity.

But God is Awesome
       in His Greatness
as He calls me Home
       to rest
       where His Eternal Truth
       is always free.

In a fragmentary sort of way
I once stood twisted shards
above the rest of every nothing.
Now in a solid, concrete way
I stand full and complete
within the very rest of Jesus.

                     Andrew D. Festa

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The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit (the three missing pennies)
5-22-97 (early a.m.)

Familiarity breeds a poisonous need
for the cold edge of touch
in the mist of this illusion,
a fact not born from
the verity of life itself
but the value placed upon it.

Life is not a whole
in which we are parts and pieces,
but is itself merely a part
of that which is much greater
than the farthest reach of touch.

Why do we gather bits and pieces
of that which time and space and matter
offers to our greedy, eager grasp,
and claim to know the sum of all
based on some gathered parts?

If, in searching,
I stop with 7 pennies found,
who am I to claim to know a dime?


                     Andrew D. Festa