Summer Sounds

I love the walk along our city’s greenway. It’s right on the river, and you get to hear the water and all the animals, bugs and sights that go along with all of the place. Here’s only a short video of some of the sight and sounds I managed to capture along with a short poem. Hope you enjoy!

Summer Sounds

Oh the joy of those
Summer sounds
Of water, birds, bugs
All types of critters on the ground

Of water roaring in its strength
Or just a lazier hot day’s trickle
Of this I will not dare to be fickle
I love all of this summer’s show

Try to take a break
From your daily rush
Do not let this world
On your soul’s wellbeing
Force a wearing attrition
Take the time to just listen
To your sweet Summer’s Sounds!

Confused???

Confused??

Why do we abuse?
Are we really
So confused
As to what we are?

Lies fly all around
Covering even the ground
Underneath my feet they crunch
Leaving me full?
Not so much

From an ancient hillside
The truths they flow
Rivers gushing of purest gold
Washing, seeking,
Purging each struggling,
Dying soul

Only within 
Christ’s outstretched
Hand
Lies the glory, truth of
His promised land

Under His feet 
Confusion flees
Before your face 
You will see
All lies die
They will end
As He rushes in
New life
New world
As only God can send

A Stupor!

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A Stupor

In a stupor
We walk
Unaware 
As we stare
Blindly
At a world
Only physical
We think
But if you blink
In only one small wink
You can awake

Supernatural 
All around
Those beings
Angels to do
His bidding
demons always trying
their own way
To be winning

After walking
On His planet
He left behind
Upon it
A few 
Who were
Awake
Then more followed

Until it was
More & more
Now upon
The near & so distant
Shores
More eyes
Hearts wakened

So join
A growing crowd
Even if 
You have to shout
To tell what it is
About

Before 
It is too late
& their stupor
We cannot abate
As those who
Are now awake
most patiently
await
His return

Why This?

What Else?

What else is there?
Nothing rings true
Where upon this planet
For this
Lies the cure?

Everything
Rings of the temporary
Over it
Literally stumbles
I know this sounds contrary

A world’s song 
Completely different
I know we all long
To believe it
But its useless voice
We must bury it

Wars will come and end
Governments rise & fall
Even death our bodies 
Will be allowed to rend

So, listen to the voice
Of your God/Christ
Because there’s really 
Nothing, no one else
As He comes back
And we watch
As all the old away 
Does melt!

Itching Ears!!

Itching Ears

Itching ears,
Itching ears
Fill them with flea powder
Itching ears
Itching ears
For they only deny His power

They do not wish 
To hear the truth
Always and only 
Are they in pursuit
Of 
The self

Themselves, myself
Always and only me
Tell me not the truth
Or I fear my ears will bleed

Gently soothe me
Caress my foolish soul
Lie to me, 
My pride and vanity cajole

For I fear you know
This Christianity a book
Speaks of
Would not fit me 
Hand in glove

It causes pain
Might even lead 
Me to an early grave
So,
Silence your truth
I want no more proof
Of 
Creation’s Almighty
Glorious King!

What Not Me!

What not me!

A sinner
What not me!
Such words belong
Only to the antiquities

God loves me 
This I know
& only blessings 
Do I want to be shown

Suffering is not what
I deserve
God should give me
What I want when I want it
Is that not what you observe?
I wish to live as I desire
So tell me no unpleasant words

Like
Obedience
Picking up my cross
Salvation from hell
So please, 
Such words to me
Do Not Tell!

But yet,
I sigh
Sometimes I cry
Longing for something
I feel I am missing
I do not have that bliss yet
Where is it of that word
I have often heard
My kismet?

So pastor speak to me
The truth
Perhaps that is
Really the only precious root
Of all existence
I promise to now listen
Without resistance

Come Lord Jesus
Teach me
Holy Spirit reach me
I beg
I wish to only 
Be led
Forever & always
Toward your glory 
Which eternally and blissfully
Now surrounds your Head!