Epic Excerpt 2:

I was reading along there in Genesis and got hooked on the fact that Enoch was a man that God made a point of treating differently from the rest. Enoch walked with God for over 300 years and was no more because God took him and though they sought him they could not find him for God took him to heaven.

This guy must have been something special! I just couldn't get him off my mind. How could God just leave me hanging like that?

What about Enoch?
What made him so special?
Why did God think so much of him that he just took him to heaven without the shame or pain of death?

So I did what any normal, minimally tech savvy, bonehead would do...........I googled him. Did you know you could google folks who left this world thousands of years ago just as easily as you can any of today's so called personalities?

I have been reading the bible for a long time. I have even read the books that are included in the Catholic version. I did not know that there is an ancient text called The Book of Enoch. It seems that this was a very popular book with the Greek and Ethiopian Churches and there is strong evidence that some of the earliest manuscripts that have been found were written before the time of Christ. (I will leave out the citations so you will have to do your won research if you like). This is backed up by the fact that fragments from both this book and one called The Book of Noah were discovered in the famed "Cave #4" of the dead sea scroll caves.

The accounts of the man and his visions and parables are breath taking. I have been riveted and it has brought a bit of new insight to portions of the old testament. Here is a link so that you can read it if you like. ( http://www.sacred-texts.com/bib/boe/ ) Now this book along with others was cut from the line up of the Bible at the council of Laodesia (sp) as supplemental. I find that a shame.

Check it out.................

Poetry

I dont write poetry all that much but here is little ditty you may enjoy. There is another one posted below if you are into it.

The Changing Cloth

Woolen, worn soft by time and tread,
Walked mile upon mile, dust soaked and dew laden.
Yet clean, pristine, but not by hands labor.

Hem stitched and tassel fringed, fraying just.
Color, and white, and dinge, and spot.
Power, in a breathless flash of endless time and love.

Thoughts of wondrous measure race the expanse
Of this limitless moment.
Movement, electric and soft, vision, clear and long.
New, clean air filling every inch of these sails,
All in a single speck of a moment.

Astounding garment, this changing cloth. This
Woven mystery of transforming flow.
How cause you thus this rift to mend,
And stain you not with shame or woe.

“Who touched me?”

Sound cease and motion halt. Time suspends as the light of truth
Reveals hidden motive.

“Who touched me?!”

Eyes meet in forbidden gaze, unclean and sanctified mingle
As footfall brings distance to a close.

Deep pools of loving kindness spill from the face
Only distance has ‘till now yet seen.
Mercy, beyond reason and piety, limitless and filling.
Recognition of past and present and future and justification
Made complete by sacrifice to come.

Understanding and peace reside at once within,
As physical and spiritual join and align.
No changing cloth a difference made,
But the wearer therein, now in me, abides.

~David Mayo~