ExistenceMy heart beats
My lungs breathe
I can laugh,
Play,
Savor the day
I exist
My thoughts are
My own
In my head
They have found
A home
Within to rest
Put me to the test
Will I or won’t I
Do this or that
I can hear these,
My thoughts
For you see
This is the real
You and me
A living breathing
Spirit, soul
Only temporarily,
For now
Attached to this
mortal shell
Given a chance
to grow
Get to know
The One who runs
The universe
And beyond,
Transcendent,
With His Son
For one day He
Has promised
He will come
This living,
breathing Son
Shining in all His splendor
This wonderful Giver
Of our Life
This gift of
Our Existence!
First True Renaissance
(Re-creation)
After a dark period
It is told in books
There was a Renaissance,
Reformation,
a Recreation,
Of culture, societies
Even of Religion
But I will argue
It had already occurred
At an earlier date
before those books’ words
Told of it. On a cross
in a small back country,
Judea
An explosion
Unseen but felt
After one
insignificant carpenter
Was crucified
Because he testified
To a new way of life
Born in blood,
sweat & tears
Why? satan has no peer
For evil destruction
His desperation
Was showing
A new world,
Kingdom,
New way of living
Was ushered in
For all who would choose
Their life to lose
Inside of His
Built upon a
Foundation of the old
Refined, purified
Like the rarest of golds
For the sake of man
He took our hand
And led us to
His cross
Meant for all
Not just a few
A new earth order
If you choose
Of faith, belief
So on that Day
And in that way
His new earth kingdom
Started.
Change has
Happened
Time for it
To spread
To all places
For the good
Of all faces
Death defeated
satan exposed
for the liar he is
time for the world
to know
it can change,
grow,
because
Christ says so!
Do not have to wait
For a distant heaven
New kingdom life
Is now for the taking
Now is the time
for the slaking
Of our undiminished
Need for God
For every man,
Woman, child
To take us out of our wild
Unruly state he found in us
Return to us His paradise for all
Please I beg of you,
do not refuse
His holy, righteous call!
Not Even in A Blender
Blades whir,
Solids dissolve
Large chunks puree
Into a goo
Blenders good
For many things
In our kitchens
They do bring
From many foods
Convergence into one
Unfortunately, in life
Things are not always so
Some things cannot,
Should not mix
For the welfare of our souls
The dark and the light
Will never mix
Nothing that a blender
was ever meant to fix
Never meant to be
As oil is to water
Separate from the
Beginning
God’s light will
Not ever allow
satan’s dark to stop
His shining!
So do not fear
Shed not too many tears
There is the one that
Took our place
Opened Heaven’s
Pearly gates
Christ paved the way
Saved all our days
From the whirling,
swirling blades,
that chaos of the darkness.
Which side will win A precious scroll has been sent
Back into the world of man
Two opposites in discord
satan or God’s Hand
Will determine a city’s course Books make great Christmas gifts!
Deceit, brutality and murder stalk the city sidewalks of Nashville, Music City USA.
Heaven on one side, hell on the other with man caught in the middle. Which side will he choose?
One victim, a college student dead on a steamy August afternoon on a sidewalk from the highly contagious Ebola virus. The second, a beloved young priest lying dead on cold, hard asphalt after a fatal plunge from the tip of the roof of the cathedral where he served.
Dedicated homicide detective Hayden Douglan struggles against time to stop the spread of the virus as evidence confirms both men were murdered. Both victims’ destinies seem to be linked only by their mutual interest and belief in a mysterious, ancient document from the Middle East. Faith and courage will be tested as information leads to corruption in the highest levels of the religious community and the police department itself then finally to a powerful mystic cloistered behind the walls of a beautiful monastery near Vienna, Austria.
Parallel Universes
I’ve heard the words used
Before
Parallel universes
From several books
Those words are torn,
Borrowed
If you please
Also in theories of those
Who do not like to be told
Of a living God
and
only one single universe,
HIS
In old science fiction
Books
If you care to look
Words like the above
Are used
Into this you are welcome
To peruse
In another ancient book
Words are used
If the truth you wish
to persue
It speaks of this life we see
Of this for yourself
You may read
A Bible, ancient &
Holy
Tells Gods story
Of creation from
Nothing
Of all of this
Something
Which surrounds us
But it also speaks
Of what we cannot see
With just physical eyes
It speaks of spirits
Good and bad
& choices to be had
By us
Of angels, demons
A destructive satan
A loving Savior
A Holy God of
Spirit
Of Heaven & hell
In its words it does tell
Of these parallels
Unseen but not unfelt
In your heart,
Spirit,
I think most of us know
It exists
Draw closer to God and
He will draw closer to you
This is the truth
He wants you to know
For certain
He wants to open
The curtain
Between the two
For us these two levels of
Existence
Are the very substance
We are made of
Both physical and
Spiritual
Existing in both
We are clearly told
As a hand fits
Into a glove
The spiritual above
dwells within our
Physical below
More & more
You will become aware
As You let God indwell
Your core essence,
Your very Soul!
So take a look around
It will astound
And should remind
Of how frail this
Physical is
Just Pretend
Close your eyes
& just pretend
Pretend there is
No death
No Physical end
To life as it is
No purpose
For anything
All is just about
What you can see
& touch for now
No hope
If you can believe
This
Then your enemy
Has accomplished
His goal
to cover your eyes
with his deceit
he can even persuade
You to believe
Or feel that even he
Does not exist
There is no great evil
In this world
We are okay
As we are
If this had been
The truth
There would have
Been no use
Or need
For a man to die
On a cross
Heaven sent
Puts a different bent
On our ages old story
To believe in a glory
Temporarily unseen
By human eyes
Someday will rip
Open the skies
Return in full power
Unknown may be
The day or hour
But Christ’s words
Promise it clearly
& for sure!
SoulSails 