Day of Jubilee

The world celebrates many things in many ways. It lives for good times and pleasures. Yet it has no good cause to rejoice because it excludes its Maker in its festivities, even when it celebrates in His Name. It also remains in darkness and bondage even while trying to act otherwise.

The pilgrim, that lone spiritual wanderer looks on, waiting for the day when he or she can trade in the sorrow and suffering, the loneliness and uncertainties, at best the mediocre satisfactions in this world s existence for great and true celebration. My friend, there is that place, that time, yes, here as well as there, which is here. This is the Day of the Lord.

Jubilee occurs on the Day of Atonement, the tenth day of the seventh month, once every fifty years. I wrote this seven years before experiencing the Jubilee. One is brought into it in the fulness of time.

 

Jubilee, oh Jubilee!

The day declares the captive free,

Delivered from the enemy,

Glory bestowed for all to see;

Oh, blessed Day of Jubilee!

 

Loss, defeat and misery,

Death and Hell had been for me

And tears prevented me to see

That one day there’d be Jubilee;

Oh, blessed Day of Jubilee!

 

The road beyond what eye can see

Is littered with corpse and tragedy

But trust the Lord and you will be

At journey’s end with ecstasy;

Oh, blessed Day of Jubilee!

 

Moon River Estates, Jan. 1993

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