The Ghost of the Titanic A love.. lost and found.. A ship.. U.S. bound.. A piece of truth confounds every sailor living.. How the greatest price is not in jewels or spice.. and is only found when ice grinds upon one's life.. A romance blossoms true.. amidst the ocean blue.. yet it seems too few.. dare to taste its treasure.. Some seek money and power.. some taste pleasure by the hour.. some just choose to glower.. down at "lower class" Some reach out to find.. the treasure in their mind.. is of a deeper kind.. than what their eyes can see.. Some rip life apart.. and taste of truer art.. yet like the rest, depart.. souls lost amidst the sea.. A small and chosen number.. gaze 'cross sky and wonder.. why so many flail and flounder.. only to lose it all.. They grasp at straws until.. their ever present will.. written, now lay still.. their testimony finished.. A small and chosen hand.. rather than demand their life be placed in hand.. seek with all their worth.. Daring now to die.. and stretch unto the sky.. their graves within, they lie.. not dormant.. but at rest.. yet alive in ways beyond this world that any might to guess.. for so many choose to sail its breath and yet they fail the test.. So many think "it's in the wine" "it's in stocks and bonds and wealth" So many many souls are latched stone cold within themselves.. They call it "normal".. They call it "right" they sing yet another ditty.. Primping here and tucking there.. All aghast and pretty.. They hoard and grasp.. of self-stayed hearts.. and only live to die.. Come close now... children.. and you will know.. the reason of just why.. Why so many choose to live only in death's near cousin.. Why so many hold so tight.. to trinkets dime-a-dozen.. The answer, young ones, if you dare to look within and see.. is that the world that I have made.. has forsaken Me. I wished to bring it beautiful.. I wished to bring it joy.. I wished to give a happy laugh to each girl and boy.. I wished to grasp and give to all a treasure true and pure.. not a trinket or a pebble.. not mere soup du jour.. But wealth beyond the stars and planets.. that lasts beyond time's end.. If only they would take my hand.. so I might call them friend.. But they refused to listen.. they ran and saw and grasped.. fruit which twinkled in their eye.. whose treasure could not last.. They grasped at meat they could not digest.. and stained their ardent robes.. with crimson stain of truest pain.. so I did to them close.. the door to happiness and peace.. but gave my whisper still.. and left ajar the door back home.. "come take it if you will.." "Come and take.. come taste and see.. "Come and know I'm here.. "Come and realize my hand.. "shall help they past they fear.. "I've not forsaken thee, oh children.. "Come back.. come back to Me.. "I still have plans.. I still have strength.. "to bring eternity.." I whispered o'er years and continents.. I called yet so few came.. I yelled so quietly.. and yet.. unlike the seasons' rain.. They did not come.. They stayed away.. They ran yet ever farther.. Some screamed, "Who are you to say "that you could be my father? "You are but a figment.. "A raging frame of mind.. "I'll show you beauty and true life.. "of a far more lasting kind.. "I'll show you gold and silver.. "I'll show you mounds of flesh.. "I'll show you tombs of dead men's bones.. "I'll show you fruit so fresh.. "That nobody e'er could make any better.. "For it is creation mine! "Who are *you* to dare suggest.. "That my heart is thine..? "I will not hear it! I will not bow..! "I will not dare give chance.. "That your obscenity of rule.. "might hearken *ME* to dance!" Away.. Away.. Away they ran.. and still they run today.. Across the sea.. away from Me.. unto their own dismay.. Unto their shame.. unto their death.. I cry.. I weep.. I moan.. That I might bring each crying soul.. safe unto My home.. But they refuse.. they still rebel.. They gorge their primp-ed faces.. I will not stop.. I will not die.. I will not end My graces.. Until the end of patience Mine has finally run its course.. Until each rider mounts his saddle.. and each plague takes his horse.. I will call.. I will seek.. I will cry to all.. that even one dear soul of Mine.. might to seek My all.. For I have far more riches.. than any this world offers.. But hear this now.. it is not meant for those who run with scoffers.. those who taste rebellion's wine.. and when they have well drunk.. basque within hellfire's rays.. when finally, like a skunk, their odor comes upon my nostrils.. one fine time to many.. and my wits shall be at end.. and the piper's magic penny has spent its last.. has blown its tune.. and now be put away.. I shall not cry forever.. but until Judgement day.. I will cry.. I will cry.. I will cry and weep.. that even one of you might answer.. and be woken from his sleep.. The rest of you.. I gave your chance.. I will not joy.. I will not dance.. but leave you in your circumstance.. as you have sown in death.. And your fine day of having your way shall end.. and I shall sing.. with kings.. and prophets priests and paupers.. all who took My name.. and gave it real blessing.. and brought it worthful fame.. I will shout with joy unknown.. and we shall taste forever.. of the wonders in My heart.. that shall find ending never.. So you who takes the journey.. and primps and tucks and lies.. You who hold unto your masks.. and remain in your disguise.. Know the day is coming.. when the truth shall shout.. and your nasty petty secrets shall be all found out.. And the persons you claimed to be shall be turned aside.. as the light of truth testifies.. and be opened wide.. all the tombs wherein you placed.. your baubles, beads, and trifles.. You think you've won.. you think you've hid it.. you think you've got it stifled.. But one fine day the truth shall come.. and you shall be undone.. So now before My trumpet sounds.. Let Him be the one.. Let Me show you real life.. that's not in money or power.. but in depth of heart so true.. Come now.. late's the hour.. My judgement comes.. My ways won't tarry.. longer than I desire.. Come and taste of real truth.. before you taste the fire. Oh Titanic.. sail on.. sail on.. Your day is yet to come.. When truth arises.. and he who despises lieses will have won.