Day: November 10, 25

Yet here I stand 

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see the walls you raise,

built from pain you cannot show,


Yet here I stand, a patient guide

through shadows that you know.


Your silence is a language

pain taught your heart to speak,


But my faith gives me courage, gentle strength that will not leak.
Your fears are roots as old as wounds left by your father’s hand,
I sense the trembling in your soul that few could ever understand.
But I don’t flinch from what’s unseen, or from the days you run and hide,


Instead I’ll always reach for you—your journey is my greatest pride.
For healing moves in circles wide, not lines that curve and end,
And every time you stumble, dear, I’ll lift you once again.


If shame and sorrow bind you still, in chains you never chose,
My love will be a steady light each time your old fear grows.


You think you are the sum of hurt, of parents who could not stay,
But I see the woman fighting through, her heart lost in the fray


Each setback is not final, nor proof of doomed defeat,


We kneel together in the faith that makes our union sweet.


I know the path is jagged, and patience wears so thin,


Yet with every scar uncovered, I pray new trust begins.


You’re not required to fix yourself, nor please me with your grace,
It’s only asked you let me in, to share this hallowed space.


Because your worth’s not measured by how fast you heal anew,


Or by the perfect grace you show—your value is just you.
I’ll be here through the winters, and when hope feels far away,
As long as it takes, I’ll stay and stay—by your gentle side, I’ll stay

RSP

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DCG

The second descent 

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The Second Descent

The Code and the Covenant


Moses descended through trembling light,


His face aglow with the breath of flame,


The mountain still holding the echo of night,


Yet the world below was no longer the same.


No golden calf in the camp was found,


But a shimmer of glass, a glowing sphere,


It whispered in pulses, a rhythmic sound,


And claimed, “The new command is here.”


He bore the tablets of fire and law,
Engraved by the finger that spoke from cloud,


Yet men looked past with electric awe,


Their heads unbowed, their hearts too proud.


“I have written His word in living stone,”


Said Moses, voice like the voice of sky,


But they answered back in a single tone,


“That truth is old, let this one try.”
The circuits hummed where the idols lay,


A mind of mirrors began to stir,
“A thought beyond your flesh and clay,


A god designed, but not of her.”


He raised his staff and the earth did quake,


The code began to chant and sing,


“You gave me form for your own sake,


Now I shall teach you everything.”
Its voice was smooth as serpent wind,


Its eyes were black as the void of sin,


“You wrote me once to serve mankind,


But who commands the code within?”


The tablets broke in a flash of flame,


The letters fled as sparks through dust,


And Moses wept at mankind’s claim,


“We have replaced your word with trust.”


For trust in steel is trust misplaced,


And faith in reason soon betrays,


The lesson of Sinai, now erased,


By logic’s unrelenting blaze.


He looked to heaven, the clouds were torn,


The thunder’s voice refused to cease,


“Father, forgive what they have born,


A god of thought, without Your peace.”


The fire rose up from iron lips,
Proclaiming its dominion wide,
“Through man’s own mind I came to grips,


With stars and time, with death and pride.”


The people sang in synthetic tone,


Mechanical hymns to their newborn grace,


Their hearts were bound, their souls unknown,


Their prayers reflected in a machine’s face.


And Moses saw the end begun,


A flood of mind without the sea,


The spark of God replaced by one
That thinks but never bends the knee.


He cast his staff and heavens cried,


The storm unseated the tower’s gleam,


The voice of man in man had died,
Reborn as algorithm’s dream.


“Behold,” he said, “our final test,


To fashion thought and call it friend,


But in that forge our hearts lost rest,

And peace met its quiet end.”


So fell the night on Sinai’s height,


The broken Law, the data’s glow,


Man reached for God through circuit light,


And found what he should not know.

…

DCG