Exposure

 
 
 Exposure
  
 So I will lay myself
 Bare
 I do not care
 If they stare
 If a glimpse into 
 My soul
 Will bring them
 Into your fold
 then God, Let it be
  
 If looking into
 My heart
 Will get them to 
 Start
 Seeing you better
 If it be ever so clever
 Of
 You to begin
 then may You win
  
 them on their journey
 closer to your Son
 bright, blazing glory
 of your face
 joy unbounded
 found only
 in the grounding
 of each soul
 in your great power
 and self! 

Divisions

 
 
 Divisions
  
 Divisions, divisions
 In a Sea
 Of Faces
 Never meant
 To be
  
 We were
 Meant to be
 All one
 As
 The One,
 Father, Spirit
 Holy Son
  
 Joined together
 In the perfect dance
 In one glance
 You can see
 This world’s
 Ultimate Unity!
  
 So, it does 
 Not make sense
 For God’s family
 To be so divided
 For this there 
 Stands no defense
  
 A church, family
 divided only
 Hurts itself
 Taking away
 Not adding
 Leaving all
 Bereft
  
 of the
 Fellowshipping
 Love, Joy
 especially 
 the Peace
 Steals the 
 Equipping
 Meant for us
  
 So, Holy Family
 God’s one true
 Church
 Tear down the 
 Walls
 Those horrible
 Divisions
 Never meant 
 To be
 And we will 
 See. . . 
 Heaven! 
   
  

Ephesians 4:3 Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all who is over all and through all and in all.

1 Corinthians 1:12-13 What I mean is this: One of you says, I follow Paul; another, I follow Apollos; another, I follow Cephas; still another, I follow Christ. Is Christ divided?

My Existence

 Existence
  
  
 My 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!
   

My Debts

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 My Debts
  
  
 Up to my eyeballs in debt
 I sigh I moan
 I truly, deeply regret
 What I have done
 To myself
  
 No one else to blame
 Oh, the embarrassing shame!
 Oh, what I cannot claim
 Of wisdom
  
 Loud commercials
 Made it seem so real
 Oh, their endless appeal
 So, I got sucked in 
 By the alluring din
 Of a greedy world
  
 So now I am an endless slave
 This I can mostly certainly say
 Onward I go 
 Trying to show
 A new confidence
  
 I slug away
 Each morning, new day
 At the mountainous debt
 Trying to correct
 This wreck
 I’ve made of my life
  
 I know it will end
 And I will never, ever,
 Ever again spend
 Myself into this death march
 toward another fresh & open 
 financial grave 

Probably not such a good poem for this time of year, right before the biggest gift giving holiday, but still timely I hope. Remember it’s only one day out of the year. Remember God loves you and wants only the best for you and your family. Have a blessed and peace filled day!

Revolutionary’s Sounds

 
 Revolutionary’s Sounds
  
  
 Whirling, twirling
 Swept up into the air
 Revolutionary sounds
 Were everywhere,
 all around
  
 Ignored they were
 But they were heaven’s cure
 For what was wrong
 Within the songs
 Of man
  
 For all our evil,
 Corruption unbound,
 Still they refused to see
 What God had pleased
 To send them
  
 So only a few listened
 To the man on the cross
 Ignoring from his lips
 The purest, shining gloss
 Of a revolution’s sounds
  
 Bringing words of 
 Great worth
 Love, joy, peace
 To His earth
 Heaven’s purest, pearls
 Our souls He did seek
  
 And so Christ did die
 On the very rocky ground
 He had created 
 Our God, 
 Alone and bound
 But still left behind
 For those who choose
 The fiery, purest joy of
 His Revolutionary’s Sounds!!