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Come Down to the River

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come down to the river and have your sins washed away

seemingly as easy as moss grows on a sunless day

proving that rocks can grow no matter what some may say

don’t doubt miracles in front of your eyes piled in a soft array

scattered like the hearts of selfish men across a murky bay

shameless and wicked they sail past without a moment’s sway

never seeing the amazing in Gods’ creations in this way

missing YHVH and Yeshuah in all their Glory many still will today

while I sit in the river surrounded by stone and now must pray

for their lost souls are as countless as the rocks of mottled grey

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So Much Glory!

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He created breathtaking Glory for me…

that hard headed soul rooted deeper than a tree

 

Here before many an eternity…

flowing through time a magnificent sea

 

He began before dawn mercifully…

gushing life to bursting yet openly lonely

 

So mountains rose with Majesty…

volcanoes erupting in joy as oceans swelled uncontrollably

 

While the earth shook frantically…

His smile fashioned giants warming our souls into reality

 

A Heaven filled with impossible Glory…

wrapped around our home before spending an eternity…

on just you and me

Amidst the Fall

fall colors and stepping stone 2

She kissed his face

not knowing what was dripping

down her cheeks:

love oozing from every pore,

a gentle touch of rain,

bitter sweetness a glaze over her eyes,

knowing it would end;

still,

standing there

amidst the fall

of angel’s tears

and late shadows

he appeared

as if on a prayer

parting the gray,

and suddenly

it was a downpour.

The Ruach of God

I read something a few days ago, that seemed to leap into my soul. I’ve heard of similar things, but never explained in this way. It Took Hold, reverberating through my mind like waves pushing against the sand. A new understanding filled with wonder and joy. It was this: the Holy Spirit creates miracles.

The Holiest of all spirits, the Holy Spirit, also known as the Holy Ghost, or the Ruach ha Kodesh, or what I have come to believe is simply GOD’s own Soul… can stop time, or remove it’s effects all together, while performing a miracle. It fills in where there is something missing or needed. And once it has consumed the situation, it leaves a part of itself behind, allowing for nothing else to enter. It can purify, strengthen, absolve and redeem. It is God’s own Soul, touching us for a split second, altering us, in ways beyond our apelike knowledge.

It’s as if we’re empty, and the Holy Spirit fills us. Or maybe we were just a quart low on one character. Maybe we need honor, or strength of will, or even just a boost in virtue, and with a single breath from the Ruach ha Kodesh we are perfected.

It’s like God is here, enveloping us in His Perfect Love. Which in turn makes everything return to perfection. His perfection. His Love. His Way. This is the miracle. For a tiny spec of time, all is in complete perfection. How much remains afterwards is up to the Holy Spirit, I would guess.

But for years I only thought of Yeshuah as being The Miracle Maker; due to the miracles He preformed while alive and dead. Yet something kept nagging at me though, why would we need the Holy Spirit? Some people believe it’s only for God to speak to us through, that tiny voice of goodness we all hear when we are about to sin! Do you listen to that voice? Sometimes? Or do you see phrases from the scripture’s popping into your mind; things you’ve memorized flashing by like on a moving billboard.

Scriptures that were written about YHVH, (God) and Yeshuah (Jesus the Christ) and The Ruach ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit.)

It rarely matters how the little nudge is achieved; only the end result.

It made sense to me though, to evolve just a hair, to allow the thought to enter my conscious and unconscious mind; absorbing it like love. Taking it in, and letting it take hold. How incredibly wonderful… that the Ruach ha Kodesh is God’s own miracle maker. I’ve known for years that Yeshuah, or Jesus, put the Holy Spirit into the disciples to make them conduit’s for God’s miracles, but it had never occurred to me that the Ruach was also there for that purpose. Giving the ancients super powers to change the course of history. I used to picture bolts of lightning or God’s giant finger pushing through the clouds to achieve His purposes, but just by letting His Holiest-of-all-Holy Spirit enter in, the miracle is done.

Emmanuel; God With Us

Thank You Father!

Tiny Extravagance

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the peace you feel when the snow falls

like silent wafting flakes

each one a tiny miracle

sent from heaven above

the love you feel when a child grasps

your finger for the first time

holding on in a tiny grip

full of trust and innocence

the kindness of a stranger giving

you help when you’re stranded

without expecting

a single tiny thing in return

the joy you can’t contain inside

when your child giggles

as they take a tiny step

for the first time

all the tiny things that make life

so spectacular and amazing

cost nothing…

spend all your heart on them!

no longer

the wind was bold and arrogantly free

higher now gushing above the lull

the trees suddenly obsessed with the wind

aching with desire to bend and wave

the sound of a single tear the last echo

while the stillness roared as it was held back

a rage ready to storm still unaware

that time had stopped weeping

its hands dry and empty of opinion

the thrill of rushing with fury over now

its lust now a pride filled fuss

craving to turn around and start over

begging for one last moment

but wonder and marvel were gone

their calm no longer stirred by zeal

as miracles hugged their final goodbyes