Dreams must reach their fatal end
At the moment dawn wakes the sun
Yawning with a paternal warmth
He proclaims another day has begun
Rising over meadows, mountains, and vast seas
Early morning light glows with prismed color
Amber skies carry gentle wafts of wind
Kissing away the morning mist
Whatever was begun without due heed
And all that was not properly conceived,
Although a promise and a pledge were given,
It is right to hesitate — to press on or draw back.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
As I look around in this world today,
many of Gods children has been led astray.
The heart aches, the trials and tribulations to,
in this world all the things that we go through.
How the tempter has used, abused, and deceived,
taking into captivity those who once believed.
It starts the day that we are born, ends when we die,
each day we live, we learn, we hurt, we laugh and cry.
Daily do we do this, are we to blind see,
all the tears that Jesus still cry’s for you and me.
We should be standing in His victory, this does He say,
being led by His Spirit, for only He knows the way.
Instead we give up and let the darkness in,
not seeing or understanding thats where our troubles first begin.
The gentle moonlight softly flows to the earth below
As it's making a path for one to follow.
In a series of twists and turns as one wonders which is the right way,
Like ones path in life as we search to find our way.
Suddenly across the path I see you smiling at me,
Is this a dream or are you really here with me.
I touch your hand and begin to see.
Our paths joined together for eternity.
The moonlight now has gone,
But together we stand from now on.
Our life together has only just begun.
An angel and a devil
work me over every morn
Contending for ownership
to neither (am I) forsworn
I tell myself I won’t succumb
to the devil, that old bum
Then he takes down the angel
The fireworks have begun …
In the end, it’s MY will versus MY won’t
They’re mere illusions by my throne
My story has begun,
come listen my daughter and son.
Colorful building blocks are always fun,
look I am almost done.
We can go outside and run,
playing under the big yellow sun.
Gray elephant daddy won,
my animal friends I love each one.
The alienation that leads to human tragedy
it centres around the irreverence shown towards the truth
Nothingness has this strange way of manipulating something
Take for arguments sake can a liar become truthful
or bad in sinful manners become good and serving faith
murder is considered an act of kindness getting rid of burdens
What way do we model this insecurity to be addressed
forgiveness is considered the weak minded's choice
to barter they say what right have you to judge yourself worthy or a better person for that matter
The altered facts underneath transparency can be seen as the guilty ego gutted with this twisted speech
has now shaped those lacking soul purpose
Cold heart's will always see negative promoting hell
some beings they lack any source of moral stability
to be truthful
put a snake in a suit and it certainly will wriggle out of it
He Has only Just Begun
He has only just begun creating new days
whether inside hours
or by the river that flows from the throne of the Lamb.
He has only just started planning for fresh sunsets
in loving hues never witnessed
on Heavenly streets or asphalt highways.
He has only just started rolling out plans
for forests and fields
savoring teas brewed from leaves with healing for the nations.
He has only just designed new mansions
by still waters
in hearts that live beyond marauding midnights.
He has only just begun to give birth
from the eternal womb
for such a time as this.
He has only just begun a new work
in you and me
that the carpenter completes and finishes.
”He is THE Creator, because “Through him all things were made;
without him nothing was made that has been made”
John 1:3, Bible
God never stops creating beauty for us
I can see and feel it each day
it is in those bird songs flowing sweetly
within each flower blooming brightly
in the sky, the clouds, wind, rain and snow
a babies cry at birth . . .
in that last gasp of breath at death
that sigh that takes that soul home
it is that hand that comforted me in grief
that hand that holds mine when I am scared
in the ever changing landscapes
the streams, rivers, lakes, oceans and seas
I feel his power most after a flood or fire
when the forest rises from ashes to beautiful
and when a person can rise from a pit of despair
take his hand offered and rise up strong
yes, God is always creating . . .
It comes out of its chamber,
Summoned by the evening,
It stands on its podium,
A lamp for the night,
It tells us it’s time to retreat,
Rest for a while in the twilight blues,
Let go of the burdens of the day,
Tomorrow’s city doesn’t want to be overburdened.
Sometimes it stands alone,
Sometimes it is surrounded by its compatriots,
Even in the darkest of nights,
It pledges its allegiance to its Creator,
The glory of the night,
It doesn’t fight for its place,
At dawn, it goes back to its chamber,
Thankful for the opportunity to hold sway.
June 9, 2024.
of late when I wander through
an obstacle without relief,
throbbing breaths heave into
evenings dark as raven's plume...
and the crux of angst welcomes
my own fables, my stories
reflecting glassy eyes immersed
in cries and doubt.
as space of uncertainty drowns ,
I wrestle with faith on edge...yet in slow
motion, cool breezes fill
the vacant gaps
allowing my sighs a meditative
peaceful pause. Looking around,
I find new blossoms touching
my face, a heady pleasure tasting
heaven's gift... my soul surrenders.
O He is always on time with blessings
anew...on hours when dark and light
blend with God's holy evensong.
As long as he was hale and hearty,
has not uttered the name of God.
Until things went well as per his plan,
has not offered prayers to Him.
Taking pride in his youthful vigour,
and very handsome Cupid figure,
has not felt His holy presence.
Failing to see Him in every heart,
and running after physical pleasures,
he whiled away his precious time.
Now, having lost his wealth and health,
the Enlightenment has dawned upon him!
Feeling the burden of his life,
for solace, in times of grief and loss,
having come to know that
God is his path and destination,
his spiritual journey towards the Almighty
he has only just begun!!
After a long sojourn away I returned to God
attending mass every day and visiting the chapel
betwixt a quiet interlude, blessed silence;
Sick and broken lost and afraid
I sat there in my pew and opened my heart
It wasn't long before my eyes found Him
and when they did, the tears flowed freely
I opened my green covered journal
with the embossed letterings "Better days ahead "
and I began to write the words that Jesus spoke,
as He watched me sitting there, broken and alone.
Lose yourself in the ocean of my love
Come to the light and hold me as your
vessel of Sanctity...
I am your redeemer, your healer, your friend
Place your finger in the wound of my heart
and I will feed you the fire of my great sacrifice
Anoint your eyes with my presence
and know that I am who I say I am
Your only One, Son of God and Mary alike !
Schumann’s resonance rising
Magnetism impacting gravity
Pores of space begin dilating
Admitting within ethereal light
Altering reality as we know it
Incomprehensible to our mind
Outgrowing cocoon of the ego
Pristine soul spreads its wings
Resting mind, shifting to heart
Poised in time stretched calm
Wherein one with the universe
The drop becomes the ocean
Omnipresent in the vast void
Inseparable from the all that is
The individuated atom of God
Breathes in peace, exudes love
Aura emanating elixir of bliss
As boons of grace so received
Unending is ascent of our soul
Touch of God makes us whole
If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight,
Of a past you abhor and a present you hate,
You may live in your room, like a temple of doom,
But the rest of your day is a book and a broom.
Oh, why am I here, oh why am I me,
Oh why am I here when I cram constantly,
I may seem like a fool, in a classroom at school,
To be something I’m not, when I’m not as a rule.
Oh, God, tell me why, is it wrong that I’m here,
If I’m not good for me, in a future unclear,
Who wants to grow old, if they never grew young,
Or never came over, game over, it’s done.
As I knelt down to pray, by the side of my bed,
I thought of the Lord, by the book I had read,
And I knew by the way that he counted His sheep,
That a lamb is the Lord by the company we keep.
Lord our God, shepherd us, in love and beauty wonder,
May thy glory here abide, and reach the soul asunder,
Christ the King is born to rule, in majesty and mountain,
Let us love our fellow man and drink the Living Fountain!
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