Word Plays & Stories.... Cathy Lorraine Bagley

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      Pt III: Tweaking Wrath.

      While pondering about what He could and would do,

       a spaceship landed as did an idea brilliant and new.

      He thought as he’d done longer, harder once more.

      “I’ve got it! My creation will be better than before!” So he sprinkled some space dust about that great ship. Astronauts became infected when they had to unzip and shed climate control suits, head gear and moon boots. Instilling viral-like qualities to moon dust was his clue, to tweak his creation and alter punishments too! NASA could never fathom after years of exploration that universal curiosity without reservation would lead to the next change in humanity. A fortuitous DNA mutation halted the insanity! Change brought about by numerous children’s rebel possibly saved many from taking up residence in Hell! Why should He bother if they’ve gone so astray when He could destroy and recreate ones to obey?

      Because seeds of free will He’d still plant deeply in them in hopes they’ll make proper choices thus honoring Him for selectively mixing and matching aliquot components then donating breath protecting from suffocating opponents. Yet, He tolerated and suffered the loss of our brother, His son. Offering up a most beloved Jesus, what good had it done? Imagine sacrificing one child for the sake of any precious other who then regrettably took in vain the loss of their brother?

       “My children ventured off into space on their own accord. Punishment will come swiftly. They’ll shout, Oh Dear Lord! What have we done to deserve all of this? But wrong will they be it’ll be MY vengeance not HIS!” My men of worship are so corrupt that they smother light from My word meant to shine on their brother; Claiming edifices so large but empty most of the night offering no respite from storms to homeless in sight; Boasting membership head counts swollen to capacity

      as too numbers of soul’s saved without demonstrable veracity. Just recruits all wanting a separate piece of the pie who do not give a damn while propagating a lie! Gleefully joining churches for status and glory, not Mine only theirs, spreading an incomplete story. Finally, ministries flying around in impressive Lear jets make Me marvel at how the ordained child forgets! I grant them Heaven and earth’s toys to award good behavior when dutifully they spread my word acknowledging Me, Savior. This lot today forgets often the main points I intend blinded by the abundance of gifts My chariots send. Racking up brethren as if notches on a bed post. Whoring and cavorting egos steadily boast using tongues that backlash, and clergymen stealing cash Hatching sinister plots defiling helpless tots with grandiose lectures that often conjectures About what’s clearly written for masses to see of what My book says to those who would be without sound mind to read, see or write bringing them word to help in life’s fight.

      Distraught just thinking about all on His plate,

      God enacted a plan and then set a soon date.

      A reckoning of sorts was about to begin.

      As the storm clouds grew, a downpour seeped in …

      Pt IV: The Reckoning.

      He thought until Heaven’s lights revealed what to do

       about human creation and their not being true.

      In order He started measuring, exacting his toll.

      One by one lives like balls of yarn would unroll…

      

      My preachers who take gifts and repay with corruption, will pay penance in Hell with no interruption. As for women taking advantage of fertility’s prize surrendering too freely, bringing tears to My eyes, Devoid of common sense and equally lacking in self respect, How His daughters got here he could only suspect? Desperation made them think they had to have any man. God had made them each an Adam; that was His plan. So when his girls choosing men were too impatient to wait, He clearly stepped back leaving them to their fate. They came crying to Poppa when he proved not to be the man they intended. Why couldn’t they see? Such a Father not proud of his children, take heed! For He can make lots of trouble when punishing His seed.

      As for men who lack valor and the discretion to wait

       to get to know women longer than after a first date,

       before accepting enticements all over again

       to bite from that apple thus cursing future kin,

       Those learning no lessons will repeat history.

       Sure to upset Father causing great tragedy?

       He made man first as a stabilizer then next as a guide.

       Then He fashioned one women to be forever by his side. Guaranteed compatibility and unconditional love, What greater gifts could heaven endow from above? But man was inpatient, too easily tempted. Ignoring a rule that could not be exempted. In tasting that apple offered by Eve from the tree, he damned all generations then and eternally …

      A woman’s womb made to carry the burden of birth

       with once toned abdomens swelling increasing their girth.

       Birth’s due date corresponding to the number you see

       of bites from fruit taken off that forbidden tree.

       Woman were forever to carry the literal weight

       for tempting Adam on that one fateful date.

       Generations sprang forth from unholy unions.

       Parents tried to win favor at church Holy communions.

      My grandchildren suffer as casualties, from sins of their parent’s actualities. Such a Father not proud of his children you see, can make lots of trouble punishing endlessly.

      Had God questioned some things after taking a pause

       like His human creation not deserving applause?

      The noise from the clutter the cling and the clack

       scared His children thinking they were under attack…

      I punished mankind for the apple debacle wondering whether I might like also to tackle this transgression they committed a different way. They’ll be more responsible bearing kids from this day! I’ll make it a question and hard to predict when intimacy occurs whose body will elect to carry the fetus inside for the entire duration. Either man or woman will now tote a generation. Space exploration has given Him the sole key to change things up here and now, you see! If His children thought more before trying to produce, they’d be better parents making their discipline less loose. Then seed of His seed would really be a gift growing inside

      of a treasured temple created for His grands to reside.

      Outside the world would be eagerly more receptive

      to human kindness making this punishment most effective.

      Pt V: News Flash, O-M-G!

       My son’s who lay down leaving haphazardly their seeds will end up pregnant for such continued thoughtless deeds! They will carry their unborn in a most painful place with labor taking a full month just to fit through that space…

      Catheters had to be inserted with the first positive test

       in order to excrete urine uninterrupted at best.

      Their birthing capacity came introduced effectively from space.

       That dust infected men globally. Tears streamed from man’s face.

       The headlines exploded when the first manly man,

       showed up bewildered, pregnant and could barely stand!

       Man tested and tested then tested some more.

       Geneticists isolated a simple change at his core.