Parables

The Mother’s Nature.

A proverb celebrating mothers.

Of Ephraim.

Whose joys recreate the climaxes of the mountain?
And whose love reaches the depths of the ocean floor?
What is whiter than snow?
And what is more fearsome than the roar of the lion,
Or as beautiful as the iris of the storm?
Whose intricacy likens that of an arachnid’s web,
And the burning intensity of the sun,
Yet boasts the cool poise of the moon?

She is a worthy confidant to her husband,
And he values her counsel.
Only the Lord keeps her children,
Her presence is an appeasement to their hearts,
Her smile a delight to their souls.
To be made in her image is a privilege
To be her splitting image a blessing twofold.

But what loves more than the heart of a mother?
And what is as delicate as her gentle, hardworking hand?
Her loving embrace is like the shade of an oak tree.
The leaves bow before her majesty,
The wind whistles fables of her greatness,
As the clouds make way to bless her handiwork.
At dawn the birds of the air chirp and adore her,
At dusk the stars of the heavens spell out her name.

It is at conception she reaches the peak of the mount.
Even when I was lost in the deep her prayerful hand found me.
It is her forgiving heart that is as white as snow,
Her relentless passion that scares away the lion,
It is she that is more beautiful than the eye of storm.
Her fervent ambition is like the sun,
Her calm like the moon,
Her elegance like a ripe apple,
To find such like her is fruitless.

E. K


“Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.”

‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:30‬


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Parables

Parable of the Two Helpers.

Of Ephraim.
What sweetens your tooth and what entices your tongue?
A parable for the end times.

Listen child.
Close your eyes
And incline your ears.
This is a tale of two helpers
Both kind to their causes,
Both warm to their own clauses.

Consider the first,
(His clause saying take),
Short in stature
But intimidating in tone
Nevertheless, he always gives you all you desire:
Sweets your parents always forbade you from,
Toys uncles told you you did not need
And garments friends told you were too expensive.
He gives it all.

Now consider the second,
(His clause saying come),
Meek in nature,
Tall in height –
So tall my neck bends back in awe –
His face too bright for even the Sun to see.
His voice an irresistible enticement
His present containing far beyond what I need,
Filling me up till His wants become mine.

Now, search your heart child
And pose yourself this question:
What has been sweetening your tongue,
The forbidden fruit
Or the fruit of the Spirit?
Do you feast on the cursed fig tree
Or the Tree of Life?
Are you a child of gluttony
Or a child of wholeness?
Only one helps satisfy the soul,
Only one helps kill the flesh, child.
Choose wisely,
For the LORD is coming.

E.K



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“No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.”
Matthew 6:24

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Parable of the Two Lakes.

A parable for the end times.
Of Ephraim.

Thus the voice of the LORD depicted to me on the sixth day of the tenth month of the year of the open heavens – to I, Ephraim, a soldier for Christ:

Deeper into this garden of my heart
Lay two lakes
At the end of the path
That forks in two;
Both paths narrow, hardly ridden or stepped foot upon.
One lake in all its beauty
With a towering willow tree
At its centre,
The nucleus and the heart
The lure and invitation of every beautiful mammal
Named under the Sun.
Life is easy,
Life is good,
Life is what I want it to be
Under this tree.

Consider now the second lake,
It too at its centre with a tree.
It has not the roars
And the hustle and bustle of the
Many mammals of the other lake
It has not the same shine of the Sun
Glaring down upon it
But it possesses a different light
That many do not recognise
And hidden upon its tree is
Never before seen fruit of colours
Even the rainbow cannot name
Nor does its waters cry out –
Only stillness is here.

Now brethren,
I ask you solely this:
Which lake and which tree will
The dove choose to lay and rest?
The beauty of the first
Or the stillness of the second?
Both are good, but which is of God?
“None” some say
“One” others say

But it is the second where it will lay;
Silent, serene and sound of mind
Where it can ponder on its day
And observe the paces of the enemy.
Rest is where the souls of the righteous lie
Still is what the LORD’s people say.

Like I said;
Both of these paths are narrow
Both of these paths are rarely traversed.
You have done well to come thus far
But after the fork of this road,
Question yourself and ask
Which path are you on?
Does The Dove find home on your tree?
Or are you too absorbed by the noise of beauty?
Signs and wonders will follow us both – beautiful
But only the pure in heart will see Him.
Choose wisely child
He is beckoning and will soon return.

The number of His people are dwindling.

E.K



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So he brought the people down to the water. And the LORD said to Gideon, “Everyone who laps from the water with his tongue, as a dog laps, you shall set apart by himself; likewise everyone who gets down on his knees to drink.”
And the number of those who lapped, putting their hand to their mouth, was three hundred men; but all the rest of the people who got down on their knees to drink water.
Then the LORD said to Gideon, “By the three hundred men who lapped I will save you, and deliver the Midianites into your hand. Let all the other people go, every man to his own place.”
Judges 7:5-7

The number of His people are dwindling.

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