Saturday, June 21, 2025
THE SCROLL OF THE MANTLED ONES for my sons private
THE SCROLL OF THE MANTLED ONES
A Family’s Flame: Testimonies in Strength, Wisdom, and Worship
© 2025 – Christ’yal L. Nixon-Ooten All rights reserved.
For Clyde L. Ooten, Craig L. Ooten, and their heirs.
To my children, and their children— that they may remember the Names, and walk boldly through the flame.
Prologue –
The Song Bearer
Christ’yal, matriarch of melody, you do not merely sing— let my heirs say of me,you summon the wind. Your voice a vessel, your pen a plow turning the soil of generations.
You write not with ink, but with oil— each line dripping with anointed wisdom, a fragrance that lingers in the spirit.
YAH gave you a voice like a vessel of living fire, a scroll sewn with praise, and the mantle of the watchful.
Your songs are stairways, your wisdom a well, and your silence the echo of RUACH resting.
Strophe I –
I Bore Sons
I bore sons— Clyde, a wise, strong mountain, steady as flint; Craig, a mind radiant as dawn, carving new paths— both with kind hearts and spirits that stand brave. Each one a testimony carved in covenant breath; men raised beneath my prayers and RUACH’s shadowed wings.
Strophe II –
Builders of the Flame
We do not speak often, but the fire in us was not born in noise. We were raised in the hush of prayers, shaped where faith is forged—not taught.
Clyde, the strength of the mountain— his silence speaks more than voices do. He walks with rooted grace, measured mercy, and wisdom quiet as a river beneath rock.
Craig, the fierce, keen fire— his mind never rests; it burns with questions and builds with answers. He walks paths no one sees until his words make them roads.
Not alike— but both are aligned. Two tools in YAH’s hands: one to lift, one to carve, both to carry the flame forward.
Strophe III –
Daughters of Honor
Elizabeth – The Strength of Becoming She carried silence that spoke of storms once weathered. In Clyde, she found shelter not made by hands— a strength that did not press but protected.
Through love, she rose. She learned to give and receive freely. Now she stands proud— wife, mother, grandmother— bearing fruit from once-buried seed, a living testimony of restoration.
Annie – The Shelter and the Sword She is not loud, but when she stands, shadows retreat. Beside her walks Craig—her husband, the fire. Together, they protect what they nurture.
Her guardianship is presence; her truth is consistency. She is a sword wrapped in wool, a tower with a mother’s smile. She keeps the flame and never lets it flicker.
Strophe IV – The Children Answer
You taught us by presence, not pressure— by holding truth in your hands like oil unspilled.
We sat beneath Clyde’s quiet strength and Craig’s mind of light— two pillars of the same altar.
We carry the mantle— not as weight, but as wind in our bones. We wear it not as cloth, but as covenant.
HalleluYAH, for the teaching of the just is a tree of life, and we dwell beneath its shade.
Strophe V – Cloud-Line Benediction
YAH goes before you, YAHUSHA stands beside you, RUACH HA’KODESH dwells within you. And I will watch from the cloud-line, still singing when the next silence comes.
This mantle is not ended— only extended. Your breath carries its song now. Let it thunder. Let it whisper. Let it burn true.
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© 2025 Christ’yal L. Nixon-Ooten
For: Clyde L. Ooten, Craig Ooten, and their heirs All rights reserved.
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