Grace

When I think of sky
it is a study of shapes,
radiance with motion;
a lidless stadium for
wings and blissful soaring...
the mental athlete I am
some nature of me giving
all artful snapshots flight, 
no ceilings to my heavens,
and trapdoors to all my
belows – 

I like to think that nothing
is definite, all Time having
added space – all sentences
lavishly repealed by grace;
my affection for endlessly
happy endings – even wrecks
like me, God yet loving, putting
new heels and soles on my 
wayward, panting soul, 
out-pacing Him and now 
needing blessed, merciful
mending....

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Bill Baker

July 5, 2022 at 2:46 PM

I agree with Gershon, Joe. All we can do is acknowledge God our Creator and all the details will work themselves out. We only think we understand. If our thoughts are not eternal, they probably are not correct if we are talking or thinking about God. IMHO Enjoyed your poem my friend. Bill

Joseph P. DiMino

July 5, 2022 at 3:34 PM

I agree. No darkness in God's creation...only lesser-self keeping out the light. We dwell and prosper within the body of God, our source, substance and creator -- who is all loving and eternal.

Gershon Wolf

July 3, 2022 at 5:45 PM

I say 'Amen' to Pangie's remarks below. We are all made in His image... :) gw

Joseph P. DiMino

July 3, 2022 at 8:46 PM

I will meet you, sort of, half-way: God does not make mistakes...and we are created in His image; but an old man with a gray beard (like me, much longer than yours in the picture), or a human looking cadaver rotting in a grave is an infinitesimal speck of His grand, Universal, multidimensional body. You, I, and Pangie together cannot even begin to comprehend a fraction of God's entire likeness. At our present stage of spiritual evolution, we are incapable of more than a blurry glimpse of Divinity. You will know countless other incarnations my friend. Respect this body you have, a gift from God – cling to it like gold, but do not worship it.

Panagiota Romios

July 1, 2022 at 11:32 AM

We might think we are wrecks. God did not create junk… Your mind searches for beauty., Prince. I see it in You… Hugs, Panagiota xxx

Joseph P. DiMino

July 1, 2022 at 11:47 AM

Thank you, Pangie; For sure; we twist ourselves into spiritual knots. "God did not create junk…" -- that is why I do not believe in an eternal stay in hell for anyone." Would not truly wish such a thing on anyone, no mater how much I despise a certain behavior, irregardless of what I may say while under the spells of disgust and anger. As we judge, we will be judged, the same measures and standards or lack of....

Grace

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