The Blessing in the Word

So I heard that it was the word that he spoke of God that was his fate
So I hear that it is the words that I speak of God that is my own

And I wonder if it really was the good report that was long life to Joshua and Caleb
And I wonder if my ill report is the cause of my failure

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"The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord."

(Bottom line: believe that He is Good.)


And the Lord is good. I cannot lie.
Though I may not witness it ere I die.
Therefore let my witness say,
"Bless Him Glory of the Morn and Day!"

And through the backdraft.
Bless His name.
Beauty for ashes,
yet to gain.

Be a good witness in the land.
Speaking truth, and of His plan:
To give us good and take us in
to paradise without end.

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Oh God when you come down
let countless witnesses be found
Those uttering truths not fears.
Those that shut the eyes and ears.

Awaiting the promise.

When God speaks let us BELIEVE!
His word endures through eternity.

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Come examine the grace He has given us
He's more than a father
He is the peace external and peace within us

Tired thought weaves paths to the unknown--
Restless travelers weak, forlorn.

The answers were never out there.
Only lies.
Only lies.
Only lies the chance to weigh the world.
Tell me you've found the scale.

Reaching

What when you are reaching for the one
that you think that has the answers
and they do not reply?

What to do when your energy is spent?
In every sense.
Even a breath about it is labored.

Shall you listen to your mother's words
or that of your father? Bred in hate.
You say, I am not like them.
They love everything that looks and feels
like themselves.
I love everything that looks and feels
like itself.

Stretching to reach the one with the answers
I perceived that person, that loves like me
could see like me, and give me the answer that
I seek.

Silence.

The phone rings at the wrong hour!
She is too busy!
Is she too busy?

Love mingled with patience---pain.
Yeah, I imagine she's listening and watching
but without care
that caring compassion
was worn with the years.

Now her love for her future
occupies her days.
Her love for all others
forsaken for ways
to make cash?

I stop my reaching at last...
You God?
Are you chuckling?
Because I know you take years to answer
what moments could give

So I searched to seek
You searched to teach
I wandered to listen
You wandered to be
my answer.

And even when...

her countenance has fallen
she's angry to dwell on this earth away from love
she bargained with God for a measure of goodness
if You give this for that, she said, my life is yours...

hmhmhmph to the One that owns everything.

IT DIDN'T WORK LIKE SHE PLANNED!

now she sees sadness everywhere she looks,
like a child,
yes, like a child,
she thought, "I'll just wrench my life back then."
In His hands--the fighting and the wrenching,
the burning and disappointment.

What was in her eyes when she looked at me...
the fear of the fallen, that the world was not mended,
that everything is still not right and may never very well be
in her time.

In her time she just wanted to stretch out to the sky in defiance.
i can fly
earth you fade
i continue
i can fly

And with a mind pregnant with such ambitions
she waited for them to become

...what's my place?
I saw in her eyes my saddness.

"Let God be God."

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You were not made to be a giant,
but to go forth with meekness and giant deeds on this earth.

You were not made to endure as long as the sun,
but as long as the Son is with you.

Be sure His Spirit be with you when you make your fantastic plans.
...cause sometimes these beautiful and grand deeds that we think
we are supposed to do for Him,
they don't come close to completion
no not to beginning.

Do not strive He said.
Be still and know that I am God.

Let's build Him another house while we wait.
The One above the heavens.
Let's build Him another house,
that the poor and the needy
cannot enter.

Where your brothers are the wolves.
Ravenous, not for your flesh but for dreams...
dare not dream while they sit,
dare not move in their sight,
no do not ask for prayer or a blessing,
they will counsel you that the dream is born
of a foolish heart.

And even when you swear you heard God Himself speak.
They will say be silent.

And even when you're building a bridge there with prayer and tears.
They will say be quiet.

So even when all seems untouched and unmoved by the Mighty One.
And you have put all that you could and should into this dream.
Remember...faith sees without seeing.

Recap

So I haven't posted a poem here in a while because I've been monitoring the type of content that I post here. I've been writing other poems though that do not match the theme of this blog. Today I'll give it another go because the poems here are all responses to something...mostly music.

"the desire for beauty, which is the image of the divine." -Ficino

Seeing you is not the movement I was listening to last night
I was listening to a song without sound and pictures
staring at the screen knowing this madness of wanting was
again ensuing.

Not seeing you was the movement I was listening to
and so tears and tears came
I was shaken as I realized it was ending
how cruel it always ends when we've made a connection

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Yesterday as I sat by myself I wondered if this was hell.
Separation from Love
Knowing faces that look like Him
faces that talk like Him
those faces that grin when they abuse you.

And I cried because faith believes differently.
My chaste Christianity came crashing down!

What if this was hell?

What if we were really the fallen?
with a book that told the story of our demise...
rewritten
so the truth doesn't eat at us like a plague.
So we don't jump off of the nearest path to peace.

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Many seasons come and go, and go, and go, and go,
The world is really crooked.
Why would God come and not tilt it back again.
He calmed His seas.
He cursed his lands.

And he's coming back with a sword to conquer it again?
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Many things tonight are rushing through my head
Mainly the cold
how life is in the blood
and as I sit on this cold rock, smell of the pine, longing for your body,
I wonder why the Creator formed us to long.

Can creation - procreation happen without love?
Would we die without love?
And what if we were created without these silly emotions
more real than the things that we can see
these silent...invisible things...that create everything.

Spheres of Hope

When I see her
she is the one always dancing and laughing for no reason
she kicks up dirt with her heels to see it fly
and is fascinated by the strength of the ant

What did they come together to defend against something larger that they didn't understand?
What did they sting?
And did she flee!

And she laughs on the way.
The Power of the ant. The power of hope.

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I've spun aimless circles around this concept of inner peace.
And what I've pieced together is together there is warmth.
And together we can build, apart from sharing our gifts
--given so unequally for a purpose
is endless suffering.

You pushed her down yesterday.
You need her today.
You defamed Him yesterday.
You call Him today.

Separate from what you believe to be the truth
is the fact that you need them because they give you a
hope of a complete existence.

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Looking up at the dark sky one wonders...
is this existence or an illusion?
Is the Test to believe?
Is the Great Test to hope?

Hope it's true that He's up there,
loving us,
hoping that He'll return.

Hoping that the dormant passions
that once lit up this place will live again
Will you remember this for me if I don't?

It's more than you can conceive or begin to think,
Your place in this world.
Your place to rule in your little sphere.
And your purpose--
Yes the reason you were sent
was to create hope.