the field of yesterdays ....

It was just yesterday i went by the fields of the past and longed for them to come back to me.they pleaded with me not to enter but i did not understand..as they prophesied their warning in the wind and signs.....as i longed for something not to be mine.

my Father the accused his grave now unmarked and wild weeds grew from there...I touching kissed his grave with the crucified's blessing upon it..and binded all the curses against his soul and spirit again,,long ago in the winds of time had buried him there...silent is his life now..but green in my memory..and a prophecy to me to live and cast away the sins of the father upon the youth....they are not effective here ...for my love buried his imperfect remains in the fields of the cities lost.

I walked on to the fortified city...like a lost and hungry vagrant i found my brothers grave beneath the sea...it called to me kinda of to redeem itself...so again i knelt down and kissed the sea where he lay and thanked it for the life we had spent together in the dawn of our youth..i left his ashes there where my tears ran down from the bridge of the breach into the fields of the deep seas..

I found my mother's grave among roads, it was overgrown with yellow flowers forgiveness and warmth of the sun heated them and promoted me to grow as they too must grow in God's sun

I still longed for things of yesterday...but it had long died in its fields,,after I had abandoned its destiny to God each one of them appeared in my vision, as if they wanted to speak so I listened to the thoughts..

it all...

Come with me I prophesied to them and leave the fields of the past behind there we will run the beach prophesying over the ragged edge rocks till they are smooth. We shall run free to the sea and meet our God there together. There were no more curses that day for old things and ways had disappeared.

I left them there and walked father out toward the warmth of the day..the future fields lined up with warmth and hope.a.Grasshopper lifted his head at me as if to speak something...I noticed as he watched my every movement,,i was facinated by his presence and it seemed that he was curious of my next move or thoughts...

he spoke to me symbolically of the months that the locust ate.....but calls to me deep in my spirit to rise to the new fields..then all returns to you and then again swept out by the sea and mist of times...."I will restore the days the locust ate".

Remember me I said to the phantom friends and family of yesterday..for i seek not these fields again,,remember when the dark sea sweeps over your face to cool your pain, when the rain falls like a tear of conversation on your face, when the gate of the field of yesterday breaks open and we run toward the vision of tomorrow,,prophesying with our God.
Then the voices of our past is silent in the sea at rest for I knew i was a memory you could not look upon then as we saw through the glass darkly,,,buy then now it will be face to face...
and the heavens will open the trumpet will sound and the dead in Christ rise from the earth...the seas shall open for us
and we shall rise together from the dark..


in a desperate moment i ran back to the fields of yesterday and tried to return to them...thinking i could turn back the moment of the lost and redeem situations...only to hear the beloved prophesying through the new fields of tomorrow of restorations..

"I will restore the days the locust ate".

I ran to the sea of his spirit where he sweept over me through the darkness blue coolness ....we went out to far places of night of the sea of prophetic verses...
it was redeemed by your love thats all there need to be he said....as he whispered and the waves took us out further to a place of beauty and vision...




to be continued...

d.gansmann