Charisma

And those that were wise spoke among themselves They took note of the darkness spoke of things past and things yet future they collected the news the times and the seasons of men they watched carefully for the time to fulfill what was foretold and yet it was not the time but only a little time did each possess What will they do with this time but few living at the time found the Lord's Glories he was one who lived "in the trenches" not just fighting poverty but "poverty in spirit" he not only touched them but he loved them It's difficult to take my eyes off him the depth of his beauty of soul draws me like the herds to water as I seek to saturate myself with the looking at him and the wisdom of his words Choice words here about all that dogma if you are missing just this one thing it doesn't even hit close to the excellence manifest in his nature, and I want to explain it , clearly so we among ourselves can understand Where among men can you find such loyalty no one can even purchase the like of it nor has anyone been so completely committed to the benefit of others You don't hear it said often about those here "He was incorruptible" , irreproachable , thoroughly just without prejudice , and could aptly expound on the "wisdom of the ages" yes in the trenches "not killing people trenches" for war but where those who needed him could find him I have been searching for the "like of him" I have covered every quadrant looking for his fullness bits and pieces , bits and pieces and not even I with all that I have known can display such expanse of attributes so wholly desirable , that all the disputes of dogma are drowned in his essences so clear is the vision of him and transparent his motives and activity why would anyone exchange this pattern for something far less valuable? I want to slate my thirst and be saturated bathed in the love of him I want to commit it's energy into all my cells and yet the circumference of it's vastness exhausts me . I can only look upon the glory of such a person and be mesmerized by the shear depth of his exquisiteness of whom I could never be worthy to look upon such an incorruptible nature All rights reserved © 2015 C Michael Miller Poetry of Providence?