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A Small World
Jokers and jesters know the drill
Of a wise joke and it’s thrill
Strange but meant to entertain and inform
But such is the truth
That love is old
Wisdom has its tales told
Yet we fail to recognize
The love in someone’s eyes sometimes
Be it friend or foe
So smile and ponder on your relationships
So that today’s gift may be tomorrow’s treasure
And yesterday’s sorrow may be today’s pressure.
Jokers and jesters know the drill
Of a wise joke and it’s thrill
Strange but meant to entertain and inform
But such is the truth
That love is old
Wisdom has its tales told
Yet we fail to recognize
The love in someone’s eyes sometimes
Be it friend or foe
So smile and ponder on your relationships
So that today’s gift may be tomorrow’s treasure
And yesterday’s sorrow may be today’s pressure.
Life is Exciting
Often overjoyed
Grateful and delighted
I like to find life so special
With loved ones so dear
I feel empowered by my conscience
To serve and love
Life is good
With treats and challenges
But in case one is hurt deeply
His love, and guidance will heal in time.
But one who wagers with luck
Will find the maze too troubling and confusing
Till His light guides one along the way.
Just another poem. Complements of the Season and a Happy New Year!
Often overjoyed
Grateful and delighted
I like to find life so special
With loved ones so dear
I feel empowered by my conscience
To serve and love
Life is good
With treats and challenges
But in case one is hurt deeply
His love, and guidance will heal in time.
But one who wagers with luck
Will find the maze too troubling and confusing
Till His light guides one along the way.
Just another poem. Complements of the Season and a Happy New Year!
I am am a man who has lived a good life,
even though I never met my wife.
And now my mother will never have met her.
My mother, my best friend, other than Jesus,
the only surviving relative who understands me and visits.
And someone who has been by my side longer than most.
Now, however, it is I sitting by her bed.
Pacing in prayer for the sickness she endures.
And unlike my childhood, her days are not improving.
(Are there any left?)
Yes, I lived a good life. And my mother's heart only enriched God's grace to me.
She showed how to pray, love on others, and she even took me to hockey games.
My life, so it feels right now, was good because of her faithful presence.
And yet, even as my heart breaks, and her breathing draws to an end,
I remember that Good Book, that trusted compiled work of someone Greater.
And I recall the chapters and verses of enduring promises and promises Kept.
Yes, she may be weak. And I certainly am. But the Lord is Strong and gives Strength.
Therefore, even as I fight off tears, as she struggles to take in needed air,
I am filled with confidence that all, as my mother used to say, "will be better."
And because He Lives, it already is.
I lived a good life.
She did, too.
But our lives are limited, whereas God's love is not.
So, trusting she knows my Savior,
I know that she is Safe.
And as I remember how He is with me.
I realize...
I can still live a good life, praising His name.
But I would be foolish,
and a liar to you all,
if I denounced my desperate need for your prayers.
You see, you add meaning, support, and reminders for going forward.
And since you have battled and braved the elements of different kinds,
since you are Survivors and Overcomers in Christ -- I know that... we... not just this jabbering senior, will make it to that Promised Land, even as we learn to live wherever we are today.
So, I thank God.
And I thank you.
We will make it Through.
---
Prayer:
Lord, I accept this unwanted challenge, but only because You are with me.
It is torment in my chest, and havoc swirls within my mind.
I mean, anxiety is quick to pounce, like a flash flood from all sides.
And the unknown is quite daunting, or the feeling certain loss.
But whatever is against, in reality or in mind, I know you are Invincible to it all.
And so I praise You, because even when we fall-- You Rule.
You did not have to plunge yourself into high waters, to help this fallen man, but you did.
You do not have to rescue, but you do.
Therefore, Lord, save us from whatever endangers us in our walk with You.
Help us to make wise decisions and fill us with your goodness.
And You get the glory, no matter what.
In Jesus' name, amen.
even though I never met my wife.
And now my mother will never have met her.
My mother, my best friend, other than Jesus,
the only surviving relative who understands me and visits.
And someone who has been by my side longer than most.
Now, however, it is I sitting by her bed.
Pacing in prayer for the sickness she endures.
And unlike my childhood, her days are not improving.
(Are there any left?)
Yes, I lived a good life. And my mother's heart only enriched God's grace to me.
She showed how to pray, love on others, and she even took me to hockey games.
My life, so it feels right now, was good because of her faithful presence.
And yet, even as my heart breaks, and her breathing draws to an end,
I remember that Good Book, that trusted compiled work of someone Greater.
And I recall the chapters and verses of enduring promises and promises Kept.
Yes, she may be weak. And I certainly am. But the Lord is Strong and gives Strength.
Therefore, even as I fight off tears, as she struggles to take in needed air,
I am filled with confidence that all, as my mother used to say, "will be better."
And because He Lives, it already is.
I lived a good life.
She did, too.
But our lives are limited, whereas God's love is not.
So, trusting she knows my Savior,
I know that she is Safe.
And as I remember how He is with me.
I realize...
I can still live a good life, praising His name.
But I would be foolish,
and a liar to you all,
if I denounced my desperate need for your prayers.
You see, you add meaning, support, and reminders for going forward.
And since you have battled and braved the elements of different kinds,
since you are Survivors and Overcomers in Christ -- I know that... we... not just this jabbering senior, will make it to that Promised Land, even as we learn to live wherever we are today.
So, I thank God.
And I thank you.
We will make it Through.
---
Prayer:
Lord, I accept this unwanted challenge, but only because You are with me.
It is torment in my chest, and havoc swirls within my mind.
I mean, anxiety is quick to pounce, like a flash flood from all sides.
And the unknown is quite daunting, or the feeling certain loss.
But whatever is against, in reality or in mind, I know you are Invincible to it all.
And so I praise You, because even when we fall-- You Rule.
You did not have to plunge yourself into high waters, to help this fallen man, but you did.
You do not have to rescue, but you do.
Therefore, Lord, save us from whatever endangers us in our walk with You.
Help us to make wise decisions and fill us with your goodness.
And You get the glory, no matter what.
In Jesus' name, amen.
stream of thought poem
"Not just another celebration remembered."
I was invited,
but I had plans.
But then those changed.
So I sought that man.
But he was nowhere to be found.
I texted, called, but there was no sound.
So I prayed and waited,
patiently delaying...
the trip that I told some friends I would be making.
And so I found myself engaged in other activities,
or perhaps it could be called inactivity.
But the distractions, good or bad,
or possibly neutral in their nature,
they slowly passed,
and I finally asked,
"Are you set for your departure?"
And so I quickly bundled up and gathered my bag--
adding Bible, pens, and paper.
And I opened the door, and walked through town to arrive on time,
--or no later.
I had been in pain. But I faced the jaunt,
the giant "what-if" in my mind.
I found I could, not cant.
And it felt good, to take a chance.
Because I took steps in faith,
with hasting hope, looking for God to change my scope.
"Somehow, God, speak tonight
If nothing else, help me do what's right.
I am a fool, not knowing what to do.
I am not wise, nor understanding, or all that humble.
My request is for you to be Lord in my life, where all my pride trembles.
My request is really quite simple.
Help us to worship you in our hearts,
within a torn-up temple.
And where you will,
if you will,
please transform and heal.
It can be there, or a mountain top experience,
or climbing a hill.
Just don't let me freeze,
unless I'm meant to chill.
I mean this Lord,
be Real."
I got a call, and it was a familiar voice.
It was not wanted, or expected, but I made a choice.
I answered calmly, grateful for the soul who was speaking.
Someone wanted was unwilling to get out,
but at least they hoped to reach... me.
Me, a teenager who once showed up to a game with one shoe.
Me, a child who who once kicked his feet into a goal.
Me, a student who could have done better.
Me, an adult who has taken poor turns in life.
Me? Talk with me? Reach to me?
This was rich to me.
But he let me be.
And so I kept walking,
determined to experience community and the King.
And I crossed the intersections,
the medians and gas stations,
and I then I crept out of town and onto a country road.
I saw a fire and some young folks gathered,
and heard a sweet beat and was tempted to go.
But checked myself.
"No not yet, go someplace else.
Stay Focused on Someone Else."
And then I arrived,
a stranger in a stranger land.
I knew I would be watched,
as I entered in.
In fact, they checked my bag.
(Wow!) But I did not react.
The room was full of a people,
and people from many nations were full of hope.
They were singing, clapping, reaching, dancing,
and yes, the little one in front of me/
he would be sleeping.
The messages were intermittent,
and there was an intermission.
But the real treat for me was the love that I was getting.
For one year, or a little less,
different ones crossed my path,
and they did their best.
"Come join us."
And watched their conversations.
I watched their smiles,
and close-to-complainings.
But they were all real,
all happy, undivided.
Different ages and sexes.
They all asked the same question.
"When can you make it?"
They gave a name and a card,
I would politely take it.
(I think I have accumulated 10 or more.)
Well, it was something to see each friend,
from different parts of my world,
joyously, freely, proactively --
gathered around the Good Word.
And it was so nice to see how they each greeted.
They did not realize they all reached into the same life.
But I now know it was God who did it.
Well, by the end of the night,
God encountered me in a unique way,
several times over.
And even when the clock wound down...
Collective praise was not over.
And yet, even then, I was shy in my expression.
I was not as loud as the regulars.
But inwardly I had thanks I was stressing.
And stress, boy, that word...
it still held me in its place.
That was until,
out of nowhere,
or from a crowd,
i felt a warm embrace.
I my eyes had been closed
and I was on edge about leaving the past behind.
But this child's hug totally reworked my mind.
It is as though God Himself said,
"I don't care about all that."
And so I accepted her reaching,
and gave her a shoulder a pat.
And
as fast she touched me,
she was gone...
just.
like.
that.
So, the praise was enduring, but I felt time was waning.
So I unpacked my clothes to walk home.
And while it was kind of far, it was unthinkably cold.
But I thank God that I got to go.
I mean, I could have stayed back.
I could have given an excuse because of sore back.
But instead I grabbed a Bible and a backpack.
And the Lord blessed me,
far more than I (would walk or) asked.
2018 is another year's number.
But last-night is one day to remember.
Hype may have been there,
but so was happiness.
Genuine gladness.
People brimming with Christ-likeness.
Yes,
I hope to reflect all their Brightness, TODAY!
and forever.
To God be the glory,
that's just one part of my story,
amen.
"Not just another celebration remembered."
I was invited,
but I had plans.
But then those changed.
So I sought that man.
But he was nowhere to be found.
I texted, called, but there was no sound.
So I prayed and waited,
patiently delaying...
the trip that I told some friends I would be making.
And so I found myself engaged in other activities,
or perhaps it could be called inactivity.
But the distractions, good or bad,
or possibly neutral in their nature,
they slowly passed,
and I finally asked,
"Are you set for your departure?"
And so I quickly bundled up and gathered my bag--
adding Bible, pens, and paper.
And I opened the door, and walked through town to arrive on time,
--or no later.
I had been in pain. But I faced the jaunt,
the giant "what-if" in my mind.
I found I could, not cant.
And it felt good, to take a chance.
Because I took steps in faith,
with hasting hope, looking for God to change my scope.
"Somehow, God, speak tonight
If nothing else, help me do what's right.
I am a fool, not knowing what to do.
I am not wise, nor understanding, or all that humble.
My request is for you to be Lord in my life, where all my pride trembles.
My request is really quite simple.
Help us to worship you in our hearts,
within a torn-up temple.
And where you will,
if you will,
please transform and heal.
It can be there, or a mountain top experience,
or climbing a hill.
Just don't let me freeze,
unless I'm meant to chill.
I mean this Lord,
be Real."
I got a call, and it was a familiar voice.
It was not wanted, or expected, but I made a choice.
I answered calmly, grateful for the soul who was speaking.
Someone wanted was unwilling to get out,
but at least they hoped to reach... me.
Me, a teenager who once showed up to a game with one shoe.
Me, a child who who once kicked his feet into a goal.
Me, a student who could have done better.
Me, an adult who has taken poor turns in life.
Me? Talk with me? Reach to me?
This was rich to me.
But he let me be.
And so I kept walking,
determined to experience community and the King.
And I crossed the intersections,
the medians and gas stations,
and I then I crept out of town and onto a country road.
I saw a fire and some young folks gathered,
and heard a sweet beat and was tempted to go.
But checked myself.
"No not yet, go someplace else.
Stay Focused on Someone Else."
And then I arrived,
a stranger in a stranger land.
I knew I would be watched,
as I entered in.
In fact, they checked my bag.
(Wow!) But I did not react.
The room was full of a people,
and people from many nations were full of hope.
They were singing, clapping, reaching, dancing,
and yes, the little one in front of me/
he would be sleeping.
The messages were intermittent,
and there was an intermission.
But the real treat for me was the love that I was getting.
For one year, or a little less,
different ones crossed my path,
and they did their best.
"Come join us."
And watched their conversations.
I watched their smiles,
and close-to-complainings.
But they were all real,
all happy, undivided.
Different ages and sexes.
They all asked the same question.
"When can you make it?"
They gave a name and a card,
I would politely take it.
(I think I have accumulated 10 or more.)
Well, it was something to see each friend,
from different parts of my world,
joyously, freely, proactively --
gathered around the Good Word.
And it was so nice to see how they each greeted.
They did not realize they all reached into the same life.
But I now know it was God who did it.
Well, by the end of the night,
God encountered me in a unique way,
several times over.
And even when the clock wound down...
Collective praise was not over.
And yet, even then, I was shy in my expression.
I was not as loud as the regulars.
But inwardly I had thanks I was stressing.
And stress, boy, that word...
it still held me in its place.
That was until,
out of nowhere,
or from a crowd,
i felt a warm embrace.
I my eyes had been closed
and I was on edge about leaving the past behind.
But this child's hug totally reworked my mind.
It is as though God Himself said,
"I don't care about all that."
And so I accepted her reaching,
and gave her a shoulder a pat.
And
as fast she touched me,
she was gone...
just.
like.
that.
So, the praise was enduring, but I felt time was waning.
So I unpacked my clothes to walk home.
And while it was kind of far, it was unthinkably cold.
But I thank God that I got to go.
I mean, I could have stayed back.
I could have given an excuse because of sore back.
But instead I grabbed a Bible and a backpack.
And the Lord blessed me,
far more than I (would walk or) asked.
2018 is another year's number.
But last-night is one day to remember.
Hype may have been there,
but so was happiness.
Genuine gladness.
People brimming with Christ-likeness.
Yes,
I hope to reflect all their Brightness, TODAY!
and forever.
To God be the glory,
that's just one part of my story,
amen.
Love and Life
Darkness starts in the starry sky
Happiness creates a good feeling
But often one struggles to perceive challenges, trials and failures.
Life needs understanding, rest and care,
Bones and flesh need to be invigorated by God and good news.
Often challenges have no meaning and confuse one so,
Be they sometimes tests or trials to make us stronger,
One must believe and beware of forsaking love and of the Almighty’s distress and temper.
Darkness starts in the starry sky
Happiness creates a good feeling
But often one struggles to perceive challenges, trials and failures.
Life needs understanding, rest and care,
Bones and flesh need to be invigorated by God and good news.
Often challenges have no meaning and confuse one so,
Be they sometimes tests or trials to make us stronger,
One must believe and beware of forsaking love and of the Almighty’s distress and temper.
"Choosing against time"
Tenses are mixed. Sorry.
Hurried by the person behind me,
I grab my selection and set it on the counter.
The cashier is still waiting on the guy before me.
And now I am full of regret.
"Miss, I"
But she interrupts me, "Not yet, sir."
However, I think my input will save her time in the end.
"Miss, I"
Yet, she scolds the impatient customer:
"Sir, I am busy. Thank you."
Still, as the man rolled away with his cart of goods,
I pushed my voice past the register.
"Miss, this item is different than I intended buying. Can you you please wait for a moment and I will get the right one?"
She huffed, combing her bangs.
"I promise, I will be right back."
So she narrowed her eyes, while somehow rolling them against my request.
I was standing first in line at Your Favorite Store, but waiting for a prude to grant permission took me back to forgotten school days. The class would line up to go to recess, but our teacher, Ms. Idonnacare, meticulously watched for a subdued set of students, rather than a group of anxious kids who just wanted to be free.
"Okay," they both started, "time is ticking."
And so the kid in me sprinted past the grocery list of listeners, as I scoured for something better, the Perfect One.
But when I got there, to the place where I saw what I hoped to get,
I saw nothing but one word on a piece of poorly cut paper.
"Out."
Tenses are mixed. Sorry.
Hurried by the person behind me,
I grab my selection and set it on the counter.
The cashier is still waiting on the guy before me.
And now I am full of regret.
"Miss, I"
But she interrupts me, "Not yet, sir."
However, I think my input will save her time in the end.
"Miss, I"
Yet, she scolds the impatient customer:
"Sir, I am busy. Thank you."
Still, as the man rolled away with his cart of goods,
I pushed my voice past the register.
"Miss, this item is different than I intended buying. Can you you please wait for a moment and I will get the right one?"
She huffed, combing her bangs.
"I promise, I will be right back."
So she narrowed her eyes, while somehow rolling them against my request.
I was standing first in line at Your Favorite Store, but waiting for a prude to grant permission took me back to forgotten school days. The class would line up to go to recess, but our teacher, Ms. Idonnacare, meticulously watched for a subdued set of students, rather than a group of anxious kids who just wanted to be free.
"Okay," they both started, "time is ticking."
And so the kid in me sprinted past the grocery list of listeners, as I scoured for something better, the Perfect One.
But when I got there, to the place where I saw what I hoped to get,
I saw nothing but one word on a piece of poorly cut paper.
"Out."
"Feeling, surrounded"
Isolated in a public room, while invisible to an entire community.
You know the feeling, right? It is like when someone works tirelessly to set up tables for an event, only to be startled by an out-of-nowhere mighty wind. Everything is flipped everything upside-down, everything is tossed like a dare-devil who is unexpectedly flung into an equally shocked crowd.
Yes, even the obligated waiter walks past, opting to lose another tip, rather than take little time to check on the order-- or the one doing the waiting. It is like being invited to a party, only to be shunned. Only, the target is welcomed as if he or she belongs, prior to mounting embarrassment.
Yes, the feeling is bad. Were coffee served cold and then hardened into a lump of coal, something learned as one naively drinks from still-cracking cup and only AFTER said rock falls into a thudding stop-- even if this happened, the implanted pain and regret of not noticing would be worth every penny. That is how bad it feels.
With this in mind, ask yourself:
What can i do to help someone stranded on an island?
What can i do to help someone stuck in traffic?
And what can i do to help someone who is overlooked?
Approach with caution.
---
Prayer: Lord, you know how the mother overlooked one child, giving attention to another.
You know how she looked for her mother's approval and was basically ignored.
Certainly, the girl is loved. But in that moment, she was left seeking to no avail.
Likewise, there are times of seeking and not finding.
And in some cases, there can arise that feeling of being forgotten or ignored.
Therefore, Lord, I pray for each one who is surrounded and yet battling loneliness.
Lord, whether we're young, old, or in between, draw near to us today.
And remind us that it is You *whom is **Invisible, not us.
In Jesus' name. amen.
*is it "who" or "whom?"
(See https://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God,-Invisible)
Isolated in a public room, while invisible to an entire community.
You know the feeling, right? It is like when someone works tirelessly to set up tables for an event, only to be startled by an out-of-nowhere mighty wind. Everything is flipped everything upside-down, everything is tossed like a dare-devil who is unexpectedly flung into an equally shocked crowd.
Yes, even the obligated waiter walks past, opting to lose another tip, rather than take little time to check on the order-- or the one doing the waiting. It is like being invited to a party, only to be shunned. Only, the target is welcomed as if he or she belongs, prior to mounting embarrassment.
Yes, the feeling is bad. Were coffee served cold and then hardened into a lump of coal, something learned as one naively drinks from still-cracking cup and only AFTER said rock falls into a thudding stop-- even if this happened, the implanted pain and regret of not noticing would be worth every penny. That is how bad it feels.
With this in mind, ask yourself:
What can i do to help someone stranded on an island?
What can i do to help someone stuck in traffic?
And what can i do to help someone who is overlooked?
Approach with caution.
---
Prayer: Lord, you know how the mother overlooked one child, giving attention to another.
You know how she looked for her mother's approval and was basically ignored.
Certainly, the girl is loved. But in that moment, she was left seeking to no avail.
Likewise, there are times of seeking and not finding.
And in some cases, there can arise that feeling of being forgotten or ignored.
Therefore, Lord, I pray for each one who is surrounded and yet battling loneliness.
Lord, whether we're young, old, or in between, draw near to us today.
And remind us that it is You *whom is **Invisible, not us.
In Jesus' name. amen.
*is it "who" or "whom?"
(See https://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God,-Invisible)
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The Bull and the China Shop
A pretty girl, but walked out of family matters like bull in a China shop,
A bigger size but a golden heart,
Messy but hardworking,
Always wondering why bad things happen to good people,
Maybe because they have kinder hearts.
Lord please bless and help each soul and help them draw closer to you.
A pretty girl, but walked out of family matters like bull in a China shop,
A bigger size but a golden heart,
Messy but hardworking,
Always wondering why bad things happen to good people,
Maybe because they have kinder hearts.
Lord please bless and help each soul and help them draw closer to you.
Defenseless, put into battle.
A war within continues.
Bombshells look for the their target.
Sharpshooters find their mark.
The wind changes direction,
but it offers little protection.
The sun blinds the enemy.
But only for a little while.
There is no rescue,
little time to recover.
Landmines are maliciously laid out.
And there's no chance if standing still.
The alarms are faint.
The cause of them is nothing of the sort.
The raiding has continued.
The invasion carries on.
The attacks are from all sides.
And hope sounds weak.
Faith seems confused.
Love is lost.
"What is the point?"
The command is to endure.
The position is not without tactic.
There is method beyond the mayhem.
There is strategy outside of the opponent's hate.
There is victory, after all.
But, "sticks and stones" are welcome,
compared to the hellfire blasting at will.
And the tormenting barrage of skilled pursuit is relentless.
Yes, there is nothing to be done.
Losing everything comes after losing heart, right?
Well, maybe.
But even when love, faith, and hope are casualties--
Or wounded friends, by friendly fire more than anything.
Even then, the enemy trembles just as much, knowing that the end is near.
There is a Limit to his resources.
And when he crosses that Line,
He will be demolished and tyranny will die.
The persecuted will be pulled from front-lines, gurneys, and unmarked graves.
The suffering saints will see Truth Reign over the lies.
And the Lord will do as He always has done.
He will be the God of Peace, in Full, Forever.
Amen.
A war within continues.
Bombshells look for the their target.
Sharpshooters find their mark.
The wind changes direction,
but it offers little protection.
The sun blinds the enemy.
But only for a little while.
There is no rescue,
little time to recover.
Landmines are maliciously laid out.
And there's no chance if standing still.
The alarms are faint.
The cause of them is nothing of the sort.
The raiding has continued.
The invasion carries on.
The attacks are from all sides.
And hope sounds weak.
Faith seems confused.
Love is lost.
"What is the point?"
The command is to endure.
The position is not without tactic.
There is method beyond the mayhem.
There is strategy outside of the opponent's hate.
There is victory, after all.
But, "sticks and stones" are welcome,
compared to the hellfire blasting at will.
And the tormenting barrage of skilled pursuit is relentless.
Yes, there is nothing to be done.
Losing everything comes after losing heart, right?
Well, maybe.
But even when love, faith, and hope are casualties--
Or wounded friends, by friendly fire more than anything.
Even then, the enemy trembles just as much, knowing that the end is near.
There is a Limit to his resources.
And when he crosses that Line,
He will be demolished and tyranny will die.
The persecuted will be pulled from front-lines, gurneys, and unmarked graves.
The suffering saints will see Truth Reign over the lies.
And the Lord will do as He always has done.
He will be the God of Peace, in Full, Forever.
Amen.
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Hearts and Strings
Often, we find,
Tough times come with loss of control.
Like a wild bee roaming for food,
One is not always content with ones settings
But with life’s twists and fates
We experience ordeals and good times
Beginnings and consequences
And a relationship with God and loved ones.
Time will pass and tales will be told,
But love will conquer all.
So have a good heart and live out the moments,
With peace, love and goodness.
Often, we find,
Tough times come with loss of control.
Like a wild bee roaming for food,
One is not always content with ones settings
But with life’s twists and fates
We experience ordeals and good times
Beginnings and consequences
And a relationship with God and loved ones.
Time will pass and tales will be told,
But love will conquer all.
So have a good heart and live out the moments,
With peace, love and goodness.
"singing while transitioning"
i fell asleep singing to my Lord.
i had heard poetry read well, just before.
but no matter how melodic or skillfully said,
it was only by God that I finally slept.
the songs were a medley,
the transitions were nice,
a smooth sail to sleep-land.
replaced re 'ccurring vice.
Tension,
those pangs in my chest,
the pain in the back,
other battles of being depressed,
which send thinking off track.
They were folded and put away,
set into a rolling bag,
then mind-luggage was sent on a plane.
For Someone else to drag.
I hoped they'd be lost or get stolen.
But somehow I cannot rid self of said demons.
Instead, they got a free ride as checked baggage,
while I crossed over the subconscious.
And while the journey was light.
peace ended somewhere mid-flight.
My voice was replaced by another.
those staring claims of the Accuser.
And so, waking, I sprint through engulfing waves.
Trying to regain my breath.
But if muscles work, then I fight mental strain,
to regain a promised rest.
But unlike music, there are no notes,
those that fill silent beats of song.
And so my dreaming stalled
--and stopped.
"Man, what went wrong!"
Still, even as landfall, my waking state,
brought with it frustrating matters.
I count it a blessing, to remember the singing.
And so praise God and persist in my prayers.
The day is arriving, but I've already arrived.
And various stresses, they taunt me.
But I look forward today, trusting God is my Stay.
Because,
while
Satan is tempting,
God's
Got
me.
i fell asleep singing to my Lord.
i had heard poetry read well, just before.
but no matter how melodic or skillfully said,
it was only by God that I finally slept.
the songs were a medley,
the transitions were nice,
a smooth sail to sleep-land.
replaced re 'ccurring vice.
Tension,
those pangs in my chest,
the pain in the back,
other battles of being depressed,
which send thinking off track.
They were folded and put away,
set into a rolling bag,
then mind-luggage was sent on a plane.
For Someone else to drag.
I hoped they'd be lost or get stolen.
But somehow I cannot rid self of said demons.
Instead, they got a free ride as checked baggage,
while I crossed over the subconscious.
And while the journey was light.
peace ended somewhere mid-flight.
My voice was replaced by another.
those staring claims of the Accuser.
And so, waking, I sprint through engulfing waves.
Trying to regain my breath.
But if muscles work, then I fight mental strain,
to regain a promised rest.
But unlike music, there are no notes,
those that fill silent beats of song.
And so my dreaming stalled
--and stopped.
"Man, what went wrong!"
Still, even as landfall, my waking state,
brought with it frustrating matters.
I count it a blessing, to remember the singing.
And so praise God and persist in my prayers.
The day is arriving, but I've already arrived.
And various stresses, they taunt me.
But I look forward today, trusting God is my Stay.
Because,
while
Satan is tempting,
God's
Got
me.
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