shards of blind faith
needles of laughter
diamonds by right
glinting in the pure light
every color combined
rising in love
like the spray above a wave
like the flowers in the morning
like the eagle soaring
shards of blind faith
needles of laughter
diamonds by right
glinting in the pure light
every color combined
rising in love
like the spray above a wave
like the flowers in the morning
like the eagle soaring
over my last post… and a great friend pointed out… I DO sound crazy.
But folks, have you missed all the egyptian documentaries over the years… all of them show flying beings, weird-ass animal type beings, flying in crazy spaceship looking things, … google the shit out that.. and just pay attention. Even if you can’t read hieroglyphics, you can see how all the ‘kings’ or ‘gods’ they worshiped, they were straight up Cray-Cray!
And I don’t care how far they go to keep everyone in the dark until the last moment, check out the shit the other countries are posting about this system coming. It is real. God forbid they tell it outright… oh no chaos will EXPLODE and they won’t be able to sun on the beach of Maui.
The Egyptian stuff, the Mayan pictures… there are tons of ancient artifacts that depict their technologies… like having light, and flying or floating machines… etc. They built the pyramids… for crying outloud!!! Were you getting stoned during these shows Trent??? lol I know I was…
Anywho…. my own fn book was about ALIEN beings helping to save mankind in the last days! THAT reflects just how many stupid science fiction shows and movies I’ve seen!
I’m talking about brainwashing here… the constant barrage of alien movies… shoved at us for the last 20 years… should show you something. AND amazingly enough, in 99% of those MAKE BELIEVE MOVIES…. WE WIN! HAHAHAHAHHA
Do you REALIZE HOW STUPID THAT IS!! lol I’m seriously sitting here giggling. WE WIN! Like that COULD EVER HAPPEN AGAINST SPACE ALIENS! NO… they are going to laugh at us… ‘oh looky at the little satellites floating around… how cute! SHIT… turn… there’s one that’s been blown to bits!!!’
THEY CAN PROBABLY TRAVEL THROUGH DIFFERENT DIMENSIONS… AND HERE WE ARE! blasting ALL of the universe with our fn soap operas…. and commercials… can you imagine how stupid they think we are?????
I’ve been telling people for years… we THINK we are the most intelligent species on this planet…. YET we are the ONLY species DUMB ENOUGH TO KILL OUR OWN HABITAT!
SO…. tell me I’m cray cray! lolol I’ll agree. It just seems to me, that they WERE DOING IT FOR A REASON…. not just being hollywierd. They want us accustomed to seeing aliens, so we don’t freak out when they do arrive… if and when that could happen. It could. If you, and I mean anyone… out there thinks we are alone, YOU my friend are crazy.
I THINK… seriously here for a minute… that the minute we used the atomic bomb, we began to get visits. I truly think we set off a chain reaction of some kind, out into the universe, that wasn’t good. If anything… the sound would’ve traveled for years. If any being with the same amount of intelligence as us, had a childs radio… they would’ve heard the frequency of that sound. It’s like we’ve been blasting our crap at the universe for what…. a thousand years… come on… they know we are here.
anyway.. that’s just my conclusions… but it was good shit, Trent, teeheehee
but… I truly feel this enormous urge to get people ready…. it’s like exploding in me… BUT I am not afraid, not the least. I am excited.
I just want people to have an eternity… really…. there are so many people out there that I care about… and even the ones I don’t… I feel this huge urgency to talk to people about their spirit. I want to scream… get your shit together people… but I can’t, cause that would be rude, rude, rude. But I am worried for all your souls. I hope you see that beneath the crazy, and remember always that the Father does LOVE you… he is not wrathful or vengeful.. this is NOT HIS CHARACTER… HE LOVES, He shows mercy, PLEASE search for him.. if you don’t have a relationship already. He is waiting for you…. and me… woot woot… I can’t wait. I really can’t. Its going to be spectacular and we get to watch.
I don’t know if many of you know this about me… but I honestly moved to Washington state 30 years ago… just to WATCH Mt. Rainier EXPLODE!!! OH YEAH!!! lol I live up in the mountains over a mountain range away… just so I can watch! I wanted to become a volcanoligist, most of my life… 🙂
As always, I LOVE YOU ALL!
is but a word
that can’t begin to describe Him.
dripping from His palms
floods into oceans with a flick.
becomes a word
at the atoms’ first glimpse.
of life to love and care for.
of all kings
the word only lacking His Majesty.
He fills with time
inching forward on a spec of dust.
circling arms of light
warming our every moment of sight.
after oath He gave
showering us with all His love.
the Author of it all
carved in sapphire with a sigh.
held in His hand
dances for the first time.
answers His call
shining as his Father asks.
He filled with Holy Spirit
giving choice to us colored with hope.
abound each moment
with eyes to see and ears to hear.
how deeply The Father
the only Father loves His children.
will He walk away
for He carries us wherever He goes.
He pours to fill space
As Time He Counts Us Eternally.
Thank You Father… for it all
beauty and death swirled into one
the light a pale kiss upon deep magenta veins
the Creator’s design to teach us Hope
for life is evolving in front of our eyes
one minute opening like a slow dance
the next withering into a curl of loss
darkening into dried silken ash
but before falling softly to the ground
another slow dance peels open His heart
blossoming into Hope in an instant
Wake up sheeple, we’re all just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… all mixed up together!
THE ONLY THING THAT DETERMINES SKIN COLOR IS THE SUN!
If your family lives near the equator, you will have darker skin, to reflect the sun’s damaging rays and protect you from too much Vitamin D absorption.
The need for the right amount of Vitamin D is copied into our DNA and passed down to our children to keep them healthy.
THIS IS THE ONLY REASON WE HAVE DIFFERENT SHADES OF HUMANS!!!
SO WAKE UP ALL YOU IDIOT BIGOTS AND RACISTS!!! WE ARE ALL THE SAME!!!!!!!
be vibrant in all you do
don’t waste your time being dull and blue
when your feet hit the floor
thank God and bounce out the door
when you smile make it wide
none of this fake stuff, half out the side
when you are being kind
unroll all your giving, simply unwind
when you are understanding
take that leap, forget about landing
when you need to be strong
rely on God all the day long
when you shine with hope
others will see and learn to cope
and when you love do it completely
with no judgment, make it unconditionally
Be Love, be Hope,
be Kind, be Flagrant
Be Joy, Be Light,
Be Bright, Be VIBRANT
she was never one for waiting
chasing whatever lit her heart
into a flame
except that one time
she’ll never forget
for it lasted for years
the dreams day and night
the never ending waiting
that never ended
it was just gone one day
leaving an empty hole
where love had once curled up
surrounded by a glow
of innocence and optimism
until the waiting dragged on
like a painful tooth ache
or a throbbing migraine
she’d tried to end it all
but God stopped her
but not the never ending
the never ending ache
darkening her soul
that never ended
for he had always said
time gives everything
to those who wait
and she’d waited
through the greatest years
of her life
a part of her had waited
always been waiting
not a soul around to hear
a haunting call in the wind
drawn into brushed clouds
vanishing in a single stroke
the world below too far
to care to feel to see to hear
the song of silent space
whipping by in an echo
of voices of time of shifting
drifting in a seamless flow
of paint on a canvas gliding
across an ocean of blue heaven
one gust away from beyond
where the stars reach out
brightening a shining lure
to fill the emptiness aloft
the loneliness soaring high
spreading outward in infinity
the sound of yearning singing
of one hope
not a soul around to hear
yes the love of writing
layers upon my soul
the petals of a rose
could never the less pull
my heart spilled in a mess
letters dancing without rest
a ballet of pages swirl
with grace faintly blessed
one voice tipping the right
another swaying low
flying across a stage
in my life merely billow
back around growing light
a moshing of thoughts flow
from rainbow shades of hope
to a whirlpool of sorrow
tinted words twirl wildly
my mind a flowing banshee
a pirouette of fonted words
plie’ding to be set free
the window frame sagged
her finger trailed through dust
the floor rose up in a swirl as she passed
the ratty piece of carpet lying just here
along with the memory of clattering dishes
burnt onions and a hunched vacuum cleaner
still plugged in
Perry Mason arguing a case
echoing behind naïve voices arguing a case
floating on the mites fleeing for cover
as the ancient desk filled the room
struggling to hold up
the rainbow of folders and fluttering notebooks
flying their way to the floor
one by one
some finding refuge on the paisley cushion
crushed into a canoe and now home to mice
becoming a new roof on a den
but the pen
chewed cap still in place
lay amongst her life
listing as her last thoughts lay beneath
… eyes blurring she blinked the words into focus
“YOU completed me… still, they suffered. Why…
didn’t You tell me?”
a sigh escaped as a rolled and worn sheet
leaped with hope
tapping once before finding rest
while its turbulence chases a fur ball
into fleeing for the sunshine
through the front door swinging wide
and following its own dream
of becoming a butterfly
for Jeannie XXOOO
thoughts stretching out
reaching for hope
traveling on… and on
to the next bend
over a mount of wisdom
but then beyond
around the corners
of swelling peace
across an overpass
formed as abundant love
leaping into the sky
banking on a wing
and turned into a bond
that only wants to be free
arching past time
the arch in a bridge
between YHVH’s fingers
and his current mold
I realized something this morning, as I watched a video or two of Hillsong United. The first video showed them playing a concert somewhere in India (I think) and the massive audience was singing along with the song, as if they’d sang it a million times before. Then I watched them singing “Touch the Sky” in Spanish, as it looked like they were playing somewhere in Mexico or Brazil. Even in Spanish, everyone in the audience was singing along, praising God… It was Beautiful!
And for the first time, I realized how music is spreading the Word of God, the Love for God, across the globe. Being in America, we tend to think we ARE the Christian base, the Christian believers of the world. But missionaries have been spreading the word for centuries, all across the world. It made me tear up, watching them singing such a beautiful song, completely in Spanish. It sounded wonderful. And the love and joy they were feeling is clearly visible.
During both video’s they were showing at different times the conditions these people were living in, the trash dumps, tiny one room shacks with sheets for walls, the flies in their eyes, even one woman was living in a giant cement pipe used for sewage, but empty at the time, and lying somewhere in a desert town; here toddler runs to her as she sits in the shade of the pipe. And my heart is breaking, knowing these people are just barely living, barely alive, without food, without even a box for a home, just barely surviving on the edge of life…. and here we sit, eating fattening cheeseburgers and pizza, living in giant new homes, palaces to them… talking on our phones, and complaining the service isn’t fast enough and our electric bills are our of control.
And yet, it isn’t our fault we were born here, in the luxury of the US. It isn’t our fault that we have school systems in place to teach our children, and libraries to learn from, or parents with the ability to take care of us until we can take care of ourselves. YES, none of that is our fault, or our choice. We were born into it.
But can you even wrap your mind around the thought that someone else was born into poverty… like none you have ever seen? No home, no clothes, eating dirt to fill your empty cramping painful stomach, no water unless you drink the gray and brown puddle that’s been shit in by a cow or goat, or human. Such utter poverty that you scour through a dump site looking for a bent fork to bend back into shape and sell for less than a penny to get a teaspoon of rice to eat. Or find a dirty stained shirt to wear, because yours no longer has sleeves or is the same shirt you wore for 5 years and it’s too small for you or in filthy tatters.
No. You can’t imagine it, not until you see it live. Or live it. Just the simple idea that you have a flower in your yard to gaze at, one you may have planted yourself, and the poorest of the poor have never seen a flower. They see dirt, for miles on end, nothing but dirt; dirt and sand, blowing in the wind, into your eyes, covering your body, and they have never even seen a single flower. Because where there is no water, there are no flowers. Or food, or weeds, or herbs, or trees. Nothing, but pain, hunger, thirst, cold nights and baking hot days, and no home to go to. No parents to help. And certainly no government that will help you in any way.
That is what they live with daily. What they survive. Could you survive that?? Could I??
This is what God meant when He said “Take care of the poor!”
The true poor. Not some woman or man who is too lazy to support themselves and lives off welfare so they don’t have to work, stating they can’t work because no one will hire them, or they have back problems, or allergies, or whatever lame excuse they come up with. They are only poor in spirit. They have no idea what it is like to be truly poor. Plus here, they will not go without food. Even our poorest of the poor can walk to a soup kitchen, or get get food stamps, or stay in a shelter if there is room, and be fed. Yes we have poor people who are starving and homeless, but they can find food if they aren’t too messed up on drugs or alcohol to get it. Being homeless is a far greater issue, once in a while it is due to choice, but for the most part if they choose to, they can work their way back to a poor existence, one where they have some sort of shelter and money for food.
I myself have been poor for as long as I can remember. But I never go without a job or food, and I may live in a crappy trailer, but it has a roof and bathroom and running water that spews out of a faucet, so I don’t have to walk miles to get it. Or boil it just to drink it. I have always considered myself monetarily poor, but never truly poor. That is a whole new level I am thankful I will never have to endure. Because I live here. Because I have parents who would still take care of me if I needed help. Cousins, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters too. All who I could contact if I needed to for help.
The true poor have no one. NO ONE BUT YOU and GOD!
So the next time you are on your cell phone, and can’t upload your favorite song, that you are willing to spend $5.00 for…. think about the people around the world who could feed their entire family for that measly $5.00…. and do something about it! YOU CAN LIVE without it. THEY CANNOT!!!!!!
THAT is being a TRUE CHRISTIAN!!!
walking in a straight line
on a path that curves and rises
balancing life to avoid
into the unknown
at the very end
or a beginning you fear
just around the corner
doesn’t mean you can’t
walk a tight rope
or trip yourself up
or fly through life
or bumbling tumbles
it only means
you are traveling
on a journey
into the unknown
remembering your past
forgetting your future
in every moment
into each heart
tears will fall
creating a meadow
maybe a lake
cleansing a soul
wavering the unsure
drowning the dubious
who follow a shady path
down into a dry hollow
but after the storm
bringing new life
changing a desert
of shallow desires
into a field of budding hope
with the promise
of a beautiful new view
Can you imagine how the world would be changed… if we all thought “we are one”? If we all treated each other as if we were one single person?
There would be no hunger, no super rich, no homeless or poor… because we would simply treat each other as if we were them. We would instead think, THIS is enough. When is it enough? When do you have enough, you don’t feel you need more?
We would never have a reason to go to war, because who in their right mind starts a war with themselves? No one ever WANTS to kill themselves.
We would never destroy the earth in any way, we would FIND ways to travel from place to place, or to build things, without stripping and polluting our natural resources or killing animals for sport to make ourselves prettier or more virile. We wouldn’t need THINGS to fill our homes with that were useless and unneeded, because we wouldn’t need to impress ourselves.
There would be no such thing as a slave, which there is still, in this day and age. We feel so enlightened, and intelligent… yet in 2015 there are still SLAVES in our world.
There are still people who think it is ok to kill and murder over their beliefs, yet if we thought of each other as one, there would NEVER be a reason to kill yourself because you believe what you believe. There would be no suicide. No desperation, no loss and loneliness, for we would all be ONE.
I CAN IMAGINE IT! Can you?
I can imagine it right now, but only in what I imagine Heaven is like. That MUST be what Heaven is. We all become ONE!
I think I’ve said these things before, but I just felt the need to say them again. Maybe get the ball rolling. Maybe make just one of you stop and consider this… and begin to LIVE your life in this way. LIVE your life, don’t just make a living. Make a difference. BE THE SOURCE. BE ONE!
Maybe…. one day… 🙂
the love of a child is the greatest love of all
second only to the love I feel for The Lord
it has the ability to break my aching heart
into pieces of pain sliced up with a sword
yet life moves on in the severed silence
bringing me closer and closer towards hell
as moment by moment he slips further away
I’m watching his soul become a lifeless shell
forgive me Lord for despising the enemy
who gives him heroine and meth every day
for I know I may lose my very own soul
as I hate and I hate the evil blind way
they steal his life and chance at hope
as my heart screams out it’s so unfair
a century now he’s been lost and alone
years lost in darkness and blatant despair
yet I know You are watching him far below
holding out Your hand in a gesture of amore
but he’s still drowning in this evil and sorrow
please drape him in Angels to fight this war
like a Dove
He descended from above
filled with grace and words of love
building hope below
a twig of peace to sow
His life and death to foreshadow
a prophecy of revelation
taught to a sinful prideful nation
fostered in grief
torn apart with no hope of relief
to be betrayed
by His words waylaid
and twisted into a sinful crusade
to be hung
from the highest rung
of Jacob’s ladder by an evil tongue
yet His atonement
fulfilled a commandment
to save us all from eternal torment
was like a Dove
filled completely with love
He’s still longing for you to join Him above
not in a tree
or in the blue sky you see
but squarely and forever upon His knee
March 6, 2015
These spring flowers have been blooming now for over 2 weeks. They are planted
in North West Washington! A rainforest. Where spring comes in April!
I just felt the dire need to document the decline of our atmosphere. Our spring
has been moved up an entire month. Now think about the drought that will follow
this summer. Our summer will probably continue into fall like it did last year,
reaching into September. With the crazy weather back east mounting to disaster
levels no matter the storm, if you had any doubts about global warming,
you had better wake up and take a look around you. We have altered our planet,
beyond what is the norm of cycles for massive weather scale size changes.
You can only leave your head buried in the sand for so long, before you need to breathe.
Think about it, I beg you… there are many different ways you alone can make a difference.
And if we each believe by changing our habits in just one way,
we are all joining together to make change in a great way, then
we will change!!
the youth of today seem so very lost
the internet creating insecurity and isolation
facebook becoming a book of nameless faces
reaching out for love and desperate consolation
as elders we grew up without being slammed
by images of false beauty and fake fame
most of us remember a time before TV
where a sunset was glory without shame
I wish we could teach them they’re missing out
on a life in real time filled with touch
where self esteem grows with earned value
interaction blessing others, hugs and such
we’ve created this world of robotic loss
full of selfishness and loneliness abroad
where a vast high speed emptiness
is supremely void of a relationship with God
like a hummingbird
flitting in and out of a turtlehead flower
flitting in and out of my heart
like a butterfly
fluttering up and down in a breeze
fluttering up and down my spine
like a bird in flight
soaring high over life’s doubts
soaring high no matter what lies below
like a busy bee
buzzing in circles around my head
buzzing in circles is eternal
like a mockingbird
repeating a phrase such as:
he who has hope, has everything
therefore in this very moment
I have everything
I just love this young mans voice! Happy Birthday Jesus… early! 🙂
my season of pain is coming to an end
I twist my fingers in a clinch
yearning, never ending yearning
fills my soul like a vast emptiness
swirling against endless walls
spreading into an infinity
of hope just hanging on the edges
slipping dripping trying to escape
its face peeking from a ripple
rolling away with every grasp
of my crippled hands my heart
aching matches the distance
dense and free as the infinity
circles round and back to me
and I finally see it’s His retina
holding me my world my heart
forever in an infinity of hope
after months of nothing
no call no word
a Mother sinks in darkness
nothing at all to do
only fear rearing in ugliness
then panic sets in
as she gazes at a notice
about a foot and a shoe
the only found remains
floating silently adrift
cresting above the blue
the authorities baffled
as she reads the news
filled with heart stopping despair
making call after call
reaching out to everyone
blocking the passage of air
she prays through the night
her God her only hope
fearing the worst come true
a friend searched relentless
until in the wee hours
his call finally comes through
he’s fine or at least alive
still drug addicted and lost
as his life in darkness goes on
yet once again he wants to try
he says can I come home Mom
as his Mother weeps with the dawn
I wrote this poem today, to use in my second book,
Long Before Time; the Moses Beings.
Every four lines in a stanza are inserted at the beginning of each chapter. Yes, I know it is very long, the longest poem I have ever written, as each stanza is a short “poetic representation” of the chapter it heads. It is more like a short story, but there are 29 chapters in the book. lol
Enjoy, and I will applaud you if you make it to the end without falling asleep!! 🙂
Embroiled in a desert
yet frozen in time
life sparked in a fire anew
amidst a pulverized grime.
A journey began in darkness
creeping below a cool moon
searching for a hazy hope
waning in the afternoon.
An indigo hint of life
sprinkled like spring flowers
barren of song or soaring
emptiness fell in showers.
Danger near at every bend
yet faith endured echoing
a promise from beyond
nigh a spirit of knowing.
In sickness and in health
‘til death do they part
striving to survive
unrivaled love fills the heart.
endured for too long
shifting into joy
erupting into song.
Praying for comfort
kneeling on a mountain temple
abruptly desolate and alone
accepting far from simple.
Reaching a river’s edge
a black swirling menace
fighting back the tears
only calm on the surface.
an inconceivable cost
wandering and lost.
Still life finds a way
while painful to the weak
crafting laughter gently
for the humble and the meek.
The birth of all things new
from trees to life in the sea
outshines deaths’ stroke
as a bird soars free.
Winging its way to the ocean
heading into twilight
the day escapes in a flutter
a journey fashioned in flight.
The crushing of the waves
a thundering travesty
a pretense of floating beauty
brilliant as an eagle’s majesty.
Just as the mountains range down
reaching for its pebbles fallen
the sea grips life in a tide
rolling engorged and swollen.
Like bricks pounding
or a seashell of pearl
the ocean rages inward
in a deadly savage swirl.
Like the madness in a horse
eating until it’s bursting
a briny sadness fills the soul
and sorrow leaves it thirsting.
Similar to a wandering spirit
days turn into weeks of pain
the folly of a vagrant life
becomes a brackish rain.
Yet even Dahlia’s suddenly close
before a miserable storm
sealing up a meager home
their dwelling safe and warm.
Despite the unusualness
of the moon controlling the tides
announcing a novel presence
an owl rarely hides.
Survival means its hunting
nightly hour by hour
watching life above a darkened trail
eyes wide open and dour.
Prepared for the unexpected
option for an offered meal
like a bear or any other predator
an owl swoops in with zeal.
Known for their protectiveness
guarding against danger in the night
this spirit beneath the pale moon
only rests in bright sunlight.
Truly as the twinkle of stars light
an ancient well-worn path
this bird of prey knows not
to incur an eagle’s wrath.
As he soars above all
a surveying menace in his domain
spiraling down to his mate
safely nested his children remain.
Thus he journeys far and wide
he will die to shield and defend
his offspring from any calamity
with almighty talons to rend.
For she has birthed
the greatest glory to God
majestic and grand
for all to applaud.
Then he will teach them
every skill he’s ever known
how to reach the almighty heavens
just as he was shown.
For nothing is greater upon this Earth
than reaching Almighty God above
rising above the windswept skies
and receiving His Almighty Love.
I continue to ask God to speak to me
like He did in the days of Abraham
begging to be worthy
yet thinking I’m way too far
beneath the clouds
wondering why He doesn’t speak
to anyone it seems these days
and worried we’re just too lost
so as I lay praying last night
once again I asked what to do
to deserve to hear His voice
before I could say another word
a tiny voice in my head said
‘fast for six days’
but I caved this morning
deciding on a much desired bagel
and will try try again tomorrow
or the next day or the next
if I can only hold out
resisting all temptation
I just may get my wish
(I’ll be sure to let you all know
the instant I hear a word!)
knees pressed against the wood
the grain easily imprinted
etching a pattern scrolled
fine lines with swirls and nonfiction
a feather in your cap so to speak
a disjointed tome in a column
still the weight becomes intense
as hope springs stoutly eternal
bracing a shank with a leg up
a dally between a gam and a wing
a scripted feature teasing
to an extremity with footing
as an answer rested in bedrock
like a bone of contention with flesh
a pedestal filled with blood and muscle
with only one purpose in mind
to kneel before Amazing Grace
in an elegant stance of surrender
Teach Them Well
the horror He endured
was planned far ahead
by His Father who sent Him
to die for us and said
You are my only Son
full of grace from within
You already love like I do
now go save them from their sin
it will be very painful
but only humanly so
it will last for a few days
in human time far below
but it will be so very shocking
such an amazing thing to do
they will speak of it forever
for Your love will make them new
they will weep and cry out
knowing its so very wrong
it will teach them clearly and well
that they too can belong
through faith and righteousness
they can fill their world with love
and with kindness and forgiveness
that like You… they will rise above
like a leaf
over and over
its journey over
piled in grief
warming new life
the pain of rain
slicing into splatter
one last time
but a single fall
giving its all
in a river below
a nourishing flow
a broken branch
for an otter
to make a home
not rotting alone
a sheltering zone
what we call
holding me again, He’s still there
lifting me up, easing my pain
at moments like this
a hollow black tear escapes
a song rings true, I lift my eyes
and see, only You
I’m an ocean, beaching
rushing in to me
spread so very wide
curling wispy thin
across the jagged rocks
I feel the cold, yet float away
rising on a wave, of peace
crashing now and again
while seagulls cry for me
“see me”, “hear me”
I smile at You
swaying above me
Plagued with tumors for years
I am still radioactive waste
glowing like a lightning bug
I light up the desperate night.
They continue to form freely
each new nightmare tries in vain
to make me waver just enough
to turn away from what is right.
Prayers keep me mostly sane
praise lifts my senseless worry
until I streak across empty canyons
I am an eagle soaring in flight.
This world can’t contain me
or hide me in the shadows
or smother my hope with pain
for I am filled with Glorious light.
Glimmering across flower tips
at the edge of dead cold caves
through the murky dull clouds
beams touching darkened sight.
Two new tumors this morning
threaten my human life again
but my healer rises stronger
giving me His sword of light.
Knowing why I twinkle here
spreading love across waters
raging and lapping at sinking feet
not once needing to fight.
I know what’s inside me is right
I’ll always shine radioactively bright
blinding the edge of your wavering sight
for I am now the Lord’s night light.
friends I’ve just met
or known a lifetime
or two, maybe a day
sad, confused, longing
for what, no idea
maybe no jazzy blue
I reach out to clinch
and hear the echo
they’re falling fast
blinded by the past
but I see it, I do
here, take this hand
it’s not strong
I won’t let you slip
a steady please
they wave instead
smile it away
joyride on pride
in a headlong slide
clamber and climb
scraping the sky
they can do it
they and their shadow
just gloom in the dusk
waveless and still
me and my hope
will still be here
in spite of
be still my soul
be still and know
Your love so full
like powdered snow
nightlight of ivory
bouncing from above
dancing pale glory
glitters of love
still soft as it falls
flaking crystal gems
silent hope calls
singing lofty hymns
raw raging relief
wild drifting banks
building on belief
faith calming thanks
raw raging stain
covering the night
windswept of pain
a flurry of solid light
Good morning little blue bird
I would’ve thought you’d left weeks ago
The eagles have all deserted their nests
In search of fresh water still flowing slow
But since it just froze over this week
I reckon your packing a suitcase today
And heading for sunny weather elsewhere
Not beneath snow filled clouds of grey
I woke to your sweet song calling nearby
Yet sounding like a soft sad goodbye
Was it for the other birds staying behind
Or for me alone as I listen and sigh
The hummingbirds and geese long ago
Took wing foretelling of the coming cold
But you my friend alone chose to wait
Giving me hope in which I could hold
he walks along
new legs like a fawn
clumsy and all knobby kneed
working his way
towards town each day
needing to feel he’s been freed
can’t find a friend
not addicted to the end
he still thinks he’s the only one
trying hard to change
start his life and rearrange
wanting to shine brightly like the sun
he wants to hook up
with someone grownup
to show the world he too has grown
yet every time
he makes that climb
his old friends ensure it’s blown
I tell him never
forget how you’re clever
you can do this if you keep trying
I send him love
from me and above
while I watch him slowly dying
his heart may break
while they continually take
his soul with each day…
they drag him down and insist he inhale
still he keeps going
looking back and knowing
I’ll still be here…
no matter how many times you may fail
It takes less than one minute
to make a child’s day;
she’s only four but exploding
with excitement at everything
she sees, including my puzzle.
Although very difficult she’s too
curious not to be drawn in,
drawn over time and time again,
is quickly mesmerized by all
the blue pieces; some with snow,
some with shadow, some with just
trees, but all the same shade of blue.
Still she can’t pull herself away
so I invite her in, ask for her help,
high five her as she places a piece
incorrectly, but so close she can’t tell
and there it is… in less than a minute,
a life long friend,
a new little buddy to do puzzles with…
if I see her ever again.
Knowing the future, we search for
something she will be able to do,
and find a Bambi puzzle to fill her days instead,
long after I’m gone.
Broken, in under 3 seconds…
every single bone on her right side;
internal injuries easily laid at deaths door.
Only she admits she wasn’t wearing a seat belt,
knows her error and bad decision as the car
flipped over and over again; it will echo in
her dreams and thoughts for many years to come;
the guilt, the judgment of herself, the chastisement
damnation and constant barrage of “what if’s”.
Leaving 5 children to struggle on through months
of necessary surgeries, pain induced rages and
hopeless parenting attempts to change things…
without daily hugs, warm food, washed clothes,
an ear to listen, a voice to scold, or one to laugh;
months will go by, with no one to tuck them in
or help with homework, or play hopscotch even once.
Teenage dances with dresses unbought and no ice cream
nights watching love stories with much Kleenex required.
Boys not watched during sports events, or with girl advice;
because if they ask, they will listen to their mother,
even if they crack a joke and walk away, like they didn’t care…
they still listen. Boys are like that with their Mom’s;
they pretend they don’t listen, but weeks or months down
the road, you hear them say something and you know
they heard you loud and clear, and followed your advice.
And the youngest needing her the most, story time, hugs all
day long, the special last child time full of spoiling;
not really understanding what “broken” means; for not only
were the bones broken, but the mind and soul are shattered
instantly, and will never be put back the same way again.
Will it bring them closer because of the almost loss or
tear them apart as distance sometimes appears to be
betrayal? I pray for her, for in one single second she
changed the course of her life making it viscously hard
and challenging, painful and disappointing, a struggle
like very few others are ever forced to face and in the
worst way possible …at her own hands!!
(I hope you all pray for her, her name is Teresa,
and she will need as many prayers as you can pray!)
He paces back and forth
silent as the pitch black night,
stops to listen to the world
focuses His keen sight.
He sits watching and waiting
He sees desperately moving across
the barren dry scrub desert,
something is obviously lost.
Scratching behind an itching ear
yellow eyes now fascinated,
as the foolish stumbles loudly
his distance is quickly calculated.
Stretching, shaking his massive head
the fool is drawing ever near,
yet He sits and smells the sweat
He can almost taste his fear.
Thirst radiating across the miles
now loudly calling up to the sky,
exhausted, he gives up and kneels
the suffering soul begging, asking why.
Even as the hecklers begin to circle
cackling at the plea to the Messiah,
The King rises up roaring into battle,
forever champion, The Lion of Judah!
grief rises through the dirt
and darkness grows into flowers
for another day another love
has need of its showers
don’t try to stop time
or the grief you feel
it will never stop running
only curve into a kneel
our brief moment here
is filled with sadness and pain
yet joy floods in unexpectedly
like flowers close in the rain
waiting for a ray of hope
shining again like a tiny spark
running colors bleeding together
opening slowly after the dark
be still and know, I am
here in your heart
holding you each night
we’re never apart
like a butterfly
still in a cocoon
I’ve wrapped you tight
to open wildly soon
colors will explode
across your wings
and every single angel
joins together and sings
your rebirth is complete
you gloriously portray
a painted new angel
to light the way
I’ve made some wonderful friends here
on this crazy wordpress site
who give me hope when I need it most
and continue to shine a light
for all your prayers and encouragement
I can’t thank you all enough
your hearts are full of love and light
blinding the darkness when it gets rough
every single time you’ve been there
giving hope you always answer the call
lifting my spirits you give me so much
God Bless Every One of You… much love to you all!