Black or white, right or wrong, us or them.
A colorless world, devoid of beauty,
gray is a color erased, deliberately.
I am judgment itself, in every decision.
From where did I learn such thinking?
“the deliberations of mortals are timid, and unsure are our plans.”
Book of Wisdom
We are all Aspens,
With our above ground life limited
but below we go deep.
Family deep, friend deep, life deep.
Can I live for 80,000 years?
“God himself is my help”
Psalm 54
Brighter than bright, the light of creation, streams from the doorway,
Beckoning union, feet bare and unworthy draw me,
a stranger guides me on the now darkened path.
Without choice, I emerge from the darkness, all behind me,
Like it never happened, but it did, beautifully and perfectly.
The Ending, this time not a glimpse of the house, but an invitation,
His hand reaches out from the vestibule, robes and sandal visible,
takes me inside and I leave my companion behind.
I enter His presence.
Finality. All vocabulary worthless now.
As the man turns back into the darkness searching for souls.
“Come with joy into the presence of the Lord.”
Psalm 100
On the shore, she felt a call or moved towards a direction,
Unsure why, or how, she remained motionless on sandy ground,
fixated on both boat and water,
contemplating action or none.
Listening to see if it was her time.
“Put out into deep water and lower your nets for a catch”
Gospel of Luke
Amongst the chaos of a day,
Everyone buzzes, shouts, demands, says
Look at me; I am working hard, harder than you are!
Do I stay humble and work quietly, diligently,
Or call this chaos what it is. Distraction. Noise. Hell on earth.
“I will thank you always for what you have done”
Psalm 52
Be ready like a child,
For learning is simple when we accept
belief with a child’s mind
is like simple addition.
The result is pure and right.
“you are children of the light and children of the day.”
Thessalonians
Hearing a message requires thought,
Not a simple instruction to be followed,
like a shepherd’s whistle, or a warning bark,
but discernment.
Whatever that means.
“they were all filled with fury.”
Gospel of Luke
Scraped little knees upon a patterned sofa,
Take the position waiting for father,
Eyes, desperately searching the road for his presence,
Through a window, metal, thin, shielding no cold,
or wind, just rain and some transparency,
a minimal function, like the missing parts, a mist.
Waiting for his return.
The small boy hopes and prays it will be today.
“God gives a home to the forsaken”
Psalm 68
A wandering stream, cuts a path where resistance is low,
It’s natural inclination, do little with little power,
when the snow melts, it digs a little deeper,
moving rocks and dirt further downsteam,
Creating fertile plains that will grow the crops of our lives.
“aspire to live a tranquil life,”
Thessalonians
Intense disappointment is a hurtful sword,
It stabs and bleeds and bleeds and stabs,
till you remove the blade and start
healing with love and recompense.
Love is the only cure, which returns the Peace you had.
“let the earth rejoice; let the many isles be glad.”
Psalm 97
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