Not Just Candy on the Top
Shining, glorious
On top
That bright red
Cherry
Gleaming, glistening
On top of whipped crème
A most delicious berry
Just a nice add-on
Makes it more enticing
Milkshake underneath
Solid, frothy
Coming closer to being
Desired
But tis an unnecessary
Thing
Does not decrease
Or increase
The shake beneath
Or detract from its
Power
To make us wish it
To devour
I sometimes think
Of God & Christ
We have made
Like that cherry
That piece on top
of stuff
A small enhancement,
Merely a small piece
Of fluff
In comparison to
That solid milkshake
Rest of our lives
Are we really going to
Wait until our body dies
To see reality,
God’s importance,
Why wait until that time
Of crisis?
Today, make God
The solid majority
Of your life
Desire most
The Lord
Of all the angelic hosts
The center of your being
As ephemeral you become
& more fleeting!
In the Beginning
Chronicle II
A loud voice boomed
“What is that I hear”
Trembling on a marble step
Leading to the throne
A loyal angel replied
Almost with a groan,
“It is not good news I fear
Your Grace.”
“Tell me.”
The answer came, “We have
A problem,
A never seen before rebellion.
Coming from your favored one,
The leader of all angels.”
“Leave me. I will discuss this
With my Son.”
So, in heaven it was decided
This would not be abided
Creation does not tell its
Creator how to create or lead.
For the very first time
In all of infinity
Expulsion from this place
Was decided by
The Holy Trinity
satan would have to be
removed from the presence
of God’s face.
But he did not go quietly
The battle for God’s throne
Was waged with ferocity
As they refused God to still praise
Swords were raised
And some were slain
By flinging them into
Dark dungeons
This once bright
Glorious angel,
Their leader, now was dark
God’s love, light
Mercy & grace
Had flown from his heart
Empty was he now
Filled only with an all-consuming
Lust for God’s crown
So, in sorrow,
God had to retaliate
satan was flung out
Of heaven’s gates
Thrown to earth to roam
Forever more alone
Never to enter again
His once heavenly home
As for his followers
Well,
They are held in a kind
Of hell
In dark prisons
They are chained
Awaiting that great day
Of the Lord
When all will be judged
Who have rebelled
Against God’s name
It is so sad, it is a shame
That their rightful place
In glory
They never will be able
To reclaim.
In the Beginning
Chronicle IIn the beginning there
Was nothing outside of Heaven
So, in the beginning
God decided
To create
For Himself
A World
He hummed, “You know, Son
We have so much to share
Of kindness
Love, joy
Sometimes I feel
Like
I might explode
Or implode
I cannot hold
It all in
any longer.”
So with a whirl
And a twirl
And a small jiggle
Or was it a wiggle
God created
His earth.
Gleaming, shining
With life
It glowed
Just to show
Its Creator’s Glory,
This story of
His Love
Slowly, He stroked
With one gentle hand
The lion’s mane.
“Look, it’s heart beats
I think I just
Might keep
This one.
But you know what
I think I need me
A Man.”
“What is a man, Father?”
“Just watch.”
He blew on the dust
And with one single thrust
Of one finger
He raised him from the ground.
God smiled.
Happy, pleased and joyful,
He turned to his newest son,
“Welcome to life, Adam,
And this,
Your new Paradise!”
