by Apostle Gabriel Cross Be led, motivated, and driven by the Spirit of God, not by your emotions, circumstances, or your fleshly appetite. Being led by the Holy Spirit is exemplifying the Father’s heart. “But if ye be led of the Spirit, ye are not under the law. But the fruit of the Spirit is […]
Sad
Love
Complete, perfect
Unblemished
Flies
Cavorts from
Above,
Heaven’s skies
Never absent
Always present
Waits, begs, cajoles
Bends to beg
Holds out hands
Waiting
For the return of
Man
Adoring
Always imploring
Return to Me!
Yet in darkness
Or ignorance
Ignoring the plea
Refusing to see
We reject
Turn the back
Upon the only true
Beauty
A universe has
To offer
Driving the nail
Into our own
Coffins
A few will
Come
Some will see
Bend the knee
Rejoice
At the voice
That leads
Them home
So do not
Miss
Refuse the
Kiss that
Awaits at the
End of this
Life
So full of strife
Accept the gift
Let it lift
You above this
Darkness below
He wants you
To come
To know
All the beauty he holds
Paradise, waiting
Take the pure
Unsurpassed Joy
Ecstasy, bliss
Make the choice
Follow Christ
Be glad
Maybe leave this
World a
Little less Sad.
Ripples
Ripples, moving
Silently across
Water’s silken surface
Started from one
Center
Caused when an
Unknown dares
To enter
Its undisturbed peace
In water, it
May be
Fishes bobbing for
Food
Small leaves released
Letting go of life
Or a sudden startling
Boom
Of a hard object
Energies of life
Never static
Always changing
Shifting, provoking
Not always bad or
Good
If given a choice
Be careful what you
should
Allow into your
Undisturbed peace
Only A Weed
Only a weed
I understand
But still you rise
To take your stand
Against
The Encroachments
of man
We struggle,
We toil
Working every
Square inch of soil
To conquer the earth
Yet we still fail
To stop your birth
Your green head
And limbs
Small at first
But mighty
Sway and bend
Pushing at all angles
On concrete & rock
Tousled and tangled
They rise
Looking for sky
Seeking the air
As all living things
Too come to care
For their new life
Your stance
Crows a victory:
Though I am just a weed
There is a me
In my living green
Rising in this New
Existence you may now
Most gloriously see!
This may be a strange or trivial subject to write a poem about, but I couldn’t resist. Walking on our new greenway, they had done everything to keep out the weeds, but still they popped through. Just another thing that proves man does not completely control the earth as strongly as the power of God’s green nature.
SoulSails 