Love the Great

"And what is it that you seek -

To find and maybe hold?"

But for a while this question rings

Until time is over - now too old.

Employ the youth within your bones!

Grasp each slippery thought:

Find the idea to fit the mold -

Seeking the Sheep by whom you're bought.

With each vital step come close,

Close to whisper, "What is the greatest?"

Breath no longer can we hold

But must know what's greatest!

Now known and wise it seems.

And Love is yet another way to Die.

Death be silent, don't move a hand.

Follow me! Hear my cry!

Walk away, farewell the Friends,

With nothing more but the End.

Love the Great to Sacrifice - 

Knowing never to Descend.

Anthem of the Poor

Oh! that we could remain that way,

Remain that way

Like the day

We bore our hardships!

We worried heavy, but spoke light,

Never giving in to fright:

Unable in us to ignite

That fiery chaos so common with their plight.

Truly we could live without that care

Of "money, esteem, and status" affair

Which always gropes to ensnare.

Yet not us.

No, not us will it grab and drag

Below the scum and rag

That clothes our backs without lag,

As one who invariably assists the Hag.

Sure, we struggle and cry.

Still I ask you why,

"Why lay down, give up, and die?"

Though others have, not I!

We could starve and be cold

Living in our house of mold,

At young age grow old.

And again I ask, "Why not be bold?"

We haven't much food but we avoid sin,

Humbly accepting as the Kingdom calls in,

Us with tears in eyes as we begin

To make our journey to our final Home.

Misplaced Time

From daybreak our minds rise and time begins.

We walk through it and watch it go by.

The Sun, the clouds, the trees, the Sky

All dancing for our watchful eye. 

Minutes pass and years have left 

Age old scenes still take our breath 

The waters continue to flow

On and on and on

While people come and go.

River

Thick, warm legs (as tiny as such can be)
Scurry and hustle as fast as the wind will blow.
Blonde curls fly to and fro
With little arms pumping: all to reach Me.
My knees sore from such a long wait
But my heart elated at the sight
Of this angel pushing with all its might
Only to find my arms in an open state.
Then a clash and feet lift off
While teeth shine brightly
And the Sun warms more might'ly
The Two laughing with Spirits alof'.
Joy so heavy that no man could hoist,
With a feeling indescribable but to those who've Rejoiced
At the mere creation of such a Thing
As the happy, innocent embodiment of giggling.
God Himself made known and manifested
In both: as golden Love and infinite Hope.
Tightly they remain in Glory lest it
Should ever end by a parting grope.

What Is Worth A Life?

Die not for the state of things,
Die for the Hope of Restoration.
Values change not in importance or merit,
But adherence may wax and wane.
Live for the moon to be seen.
Pass for ideals much greater.
Waste not a breath, nor spare one,
For each comes as precariously as the next.
Give Life to the Goodness of old
And let it starve today's Moral Cold.

1 Peter 1: 6-9 (An Inspiration)

Rejoice in Salvation!

Rejoice through current blunderings,

Through the many wonderings,

and the mistakes of the Nation.

Rejoice through tests,

For they prove Faith.

Suffer what is necessary, as it saith,

Tested Faith is Praise, Glory, Honor not seen in rests.

Blind, but Joyful am I.

For while I do not see I believe.

And though the Devil is sly

And will never give reprieve,

My Joy is over-filled and complete.

Glory washes over and protects,

With Graces ever sweet,

Forever saving Souls that were Asleep.

I Smile Now

This terror! What awful things I've done!
To live so loosely, have I no control?
"Move your eyes, direct your hands, enslave your thoughts!"
I refuse to follow what I Love, yet fall victim to what I despise.
This can't happen, this can't be me.
I stand, swallow my dry throat,
Then let out a sigh of relief.
The jubilation, the Joy from the words I read!
It was false, nothing but a fake.
I laugh, giddy and great.
Comfortable, secure, and strong,
Without the hinders of my wrong.

A smile fit for Kingdom's courts
Flashes into mind.
It's Beauty beyond the eyes.
My mood is fresh, my gait is light.
With words He lifted my burden and set me right.
Sending Peace to my soul, my heart is loud.
I smile now.

Inspired by Romans 7:15 and following Paul's thoughts just by coincidence or by The Holy Spirit...probably the latter

Nature's Guidance

I am alone in the crowds,

Even with an acquaintance or more.

I lose myself in the clouds

Because the rest is a bore.

I see myself smile, I see myself wave

At most people I recognize,

While slowly circling my grave.

Yet I lift my head to wondrous skies,

Knowing there are better things in life.

And so I flow into Nature,

Seeking solace from my strife

Within the grasses, flowers, and all.

And once welcomed by that Body,

I find myself, not alone, but Living.

Inside the trees, the breeze, ...at ease.

While at ease I find the moments were never dull;

My focus was simply misplaced, that was all.

Just an explanation: I do not believe that people are taken up into Nature and that Pantheism is the whole. I believe that Nature was created by God and therefore contains expressions of God. Man is also connected to Nature in ways that were set while walking in the Garden, so I do think Nature is important in journeying with God. (But it can never be the end-all be-all that is expressed in Pantheism.)

Songs Without Meaning

It's all riddles and words,
Songs without meaning.
Shepherds tending their herds,
On staffs they are leaning.

It's all riddles and words
These lives we lead.
Do we fly with the birds
Or do the swimmers we heed?

Riddles and words, riddles and words
That swell and confuse.
Tawdry traps these strings of words,
Which ensnare and abuse.

It's all riddles and words,
But I found the key.
It isn't about smiles or hurts,
Not for you, nor for me.

These riddles and words
I now clearly see,
Determine our conc'rds
And shape our history.

It's in riddles and words
That we may truly find
Breath in sails gone seawards,
So we are not left behind.

Because when riddles and words
Are deciphered and keyed,
His Peace will flow inwards,
The Voice of Truth we will heed.

Hopes and Tears, Worries and Fears

Thoughts that torment, writhe, and reek

Burn with anguish, fester, and turn bleak

My wearied heart which still holds fast

Dear hopes and memories of what has passed.

I cry out and struggle with all my might

To seek out the path which I deem right.

Yet hopes and tears

Cling and scratch my mind,

While worries and fears

Haunt my eyes to render me blind.

What to make of hopes and tears, worries and fears,

But dreams and fantasies of unlikely years?

No, I turn my face and reside in Him,

The One I love who formed my every limb.

And in place of tears, fears, hopes and worries

I find peace and comfort in all His Glories!

Which quiets and soothes

My tired and stubborn Spirit

With tender words of whispered melodies

So that I may lean in and finally hear it.

And hear it I do!

I pray I forever will.

For it sings that I be still.

Oh, how it sings so true!

Be still and know

One has said unto me.

So I heed this wholeheartedly,

And follow the path wherever it may go.

Depths of a Heart

To walk boldly into the depths of a heart
And with not but the purpose to Love
Can crumble fortified walls decorated with art;
Send them crashing down in heaps and droves.

To walk boldly into the depths of a heart
Promising to fulfill our King's demands
And plant with invisible force a beautiful start
Of Glorified souls to bear fruits and grow.

This is a man's great journey.
This is a woman's sweet song.
This is for each to travel
And for all to belong.

The depths of a heart
Are designed to be holy
And reserved for that only
Which our Saviour sows.

Therefore, stand firm in Grace.
For then the depths of a heart
Are truly in their rightful place.

My eyes are red and my heart, it's blue.
She turned away, but so we would turn to You.
Hold our hearts, don't let them move.
Fasten our souls, like soldiers' boots.
We'll fight for You, screaming out.
For Grace has shown our hidden route.
And though my heart is blue
And my red eyes ache,
We choose to follow Your guiding Hand
wherever it leads us in this land.

Where it leads we do not know,
But to walk with You is our only hope.
We speak to You and invite You in,
Which protects and rids from any sin.
Your Love and armor, our Faith now strong.
In every battle, we are not alone.
So with red eyes and heart so blue,
I rejoice in and praise always You.

As Summer Fades

I can't believe summer has already come and gone.
It seems as though it was just last year I was going to UAB... But in all seriousness it went by quite quickly. And now I am off to another place to settle into. Have terrible school stuff to do, but I am excited about the Fall.
The worst part is leaving before you are ready. Summer could be extended for much much longer. I have had such a good time with friends and philosophical arguments, food and beautiful scenery, and so much more. But I AM leaving and I DO have to make big decisions for the future soon.

So wish me luck.