Author Archives: Kent DaVault

Your namesake I call up now. I call up debts that are due. I bring up the scales and place my weight of glory upon them. I stir the watchers from their slumber, and now they will see the the … Continue reading →

Your fear of strangers is not unfounded, but I am the one who sticks closer than a brother. The tracks you run in, the rills that become entrenched streams show up like wrinkles on an aged one. Yet, I will … Continue reading →

While flowers are beautiful to behold, I have angels coming to get your savor and make honey elsewhere. You cannot remain sitting and beautiful, for the flowers wither as grass and are cast into the fire. Can you come to … Continue reading →

Black, so black. The time has come when your ivory is cashed in. The poachers are ready and savor this time. What is your history? When have you not been overrun? Fall upon your knees and the rock. A holy … Continue reading →

Oil. Oil for cooking, oil for baking, oil for your skin, oil for bread. Do you want the true oil? I will make your face to shine with my oil. It is for all, come buy and eat. Your oil … Continue reading →

Now I am gathering you under my wings as a hen gathers her young. Now I call you to the aeries and the high places. I do not call you to burn incense on the hills, but to approach the … Continue reading →

Truly, I call you a land without ire. I call you a guileless nation. I call you to dance and pipe and sing. Your men desire spirit and singing, and I have a wine for you to drink you know … Continue reading →

Your neighbor will enjoy life again. What will you do? Will you harden your neck and be destroyed? Or will you humble yourself and eat the good of the land. Really, what has happened to you has not been a … Continue reading →

Now is the time, now is the season. Will the king of Persia stand? No, he will not. He is cast down. His is sent to the pit. Watch and see a miracle. They who have been moved, those pretenders … Continue reading →

You, my exotic flower, are all over the map. What did I send to you years ago? What mighty works were done in your land? Are the reports tales of those who dream? I call you to dream. I call … Continue reading →

As an old colony, now I colonize you with another realm. Behold, on earth as it is in heaven. The many pretenders tremble, they quake at the loss of their first estate…wandering and irredeemable. But you are not so, for … Continue reading →

Who would have thought that you would worry about lost ice? Yet, here you are. Your roots are in the sea, the fish, and resilience. Those things that robbed you were from greed. It is written, he that makes haste … Continue reading →

As you hunker down. As the old ones left are trembling. As the rumors of reoccupation swirl. As men’s hearts fail them for fear, and women tremble with their babies, know that I bring revival, refreshing, and renewal. I will … Continue reading →

“How long, O Lord, how long” you cry to me. It is written, I am easily touched with the feelings of your infirmities. I am about to sweep, as a woman who has lost a coin. I will leave no … Continue reading →