Category: Inspirational

Buildings

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 Buildings
  
 Buildings
 Scraping the sky
 Tall 
 Virtually canyon
 Walls 
 Of concrete, steel
 Glass, stone
 I look up to feel
 Microscopic beside
 Them
  
 Cold, impersonal
 Hard
 Where is the soul
 Not within a shard
 Of them
 We have lost our 
 Way
 Giving sway
 To concrete
  
 Looking into the sky
 I cannot help but
 Realize
 This world, culture
 Has denied
 The one who made
 Us
 Loves us, cares for
 Us 
  
 A holy, magnificent
 God 
 So we would not 
 be lost
 Daily, over our heads
 He pleads, begs
 Pursues
 Me, I, you & you
 & you
  
 
 But our hearts
 Lay hardened
 Rebuffing, 
 Rejecting
 The One who
 Loves the most
 Father, Son &
 Holy Ghost
  
 Our souls lay hard, buried
 Within, beneath the concrete
  
  

The Box

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 The Box
 A box
 A square
 Four walls
 A floor and
 A roof
  
 Very confining
 It is
 Meant to be so
 To hold things in
 Not let them grow
  
 Or expand or
 Be who they are
 A purpose like this
 Like being set
 On a shelf
 In a jar
  
 Open your mind
 Do not confine
 Ideas
 About life,
 Yourself
 To that shelf
  
 Do the same with
 God
 Let Him expand
 In your life
 Be Himself
 Who He says He is
  
 I will be who I will be
 He says
 More powerful than
 Any we will ever see
 Let go 
 And grow
 Your idea of Him
  
 Creator of a vast
 Universe
 Powerful
 Lover of our souls
 Will love you better,
 (For eternity)
 Than anyone you know!
  
 So let go and
 See 
 Let Him be who 
 He will be
 Grow, become
 He’s at your side
 Let him show you
 How to walk, stride,
 Your spirit Fly 
 Into His world!!

Words

Words

Words, words

That drip from

The tip

Of my pen

Or the corner

Of my lip

Words, words

Spit out into the sky

They whiz, they buzz, they fly

Inherently imbibed

With power

For the hour

Into whence they have

Been sent

Sometimes careless,

Sometimes meant

To build or destroy

So be careful with those words

Those unkind or gracious pearls

Thrown like darts

Out from the heart

Let them pour

Another target to be scored

Do not allow our only world

To be killed

Rather let them always spill

Out joy’s true kindness!

A Day’s Dream

A Day’s Dream

A Holy God

Ancient and of old

Lives in heaven’s glory

In a Holy Book

is told

Seraphim accompanied

Him

His fire filled their forms

Following his commands

With both wings and hands

I once have seen such

Awake at start of day

Waiting to rise

Hovering in a blue sky

Four faces

I have to tell, say

Of great size

An eagle’s eyes

Almost human

Blinked to look

At me

I watched, waited

They stared

Above the powerful

Hook

Of an eagle’s beak

Reaching

From earth to sky

I believe they

Were probably

For my teaching

So do not despair

If you receive

Such a visitation

Be pleased, patient

He wishes to share

Heaven’s closeness,

Love and care

With the least and all

of us

Quiet Whispers — except from novel WHEN HEAVEN SIGHS

Samual’s father leaned over and picked up a piece of paper off his desktop. “I see you’re still writing that poetry stuff. What does this one say?”

“Dad, leave it. I know you thought it was a waste of my time so—”

“Son, just because I didn’t understand your need doesn’t mean it was not important.” His dad stopped and started reading out loud.

Quiet Whispers

In the stillness of the night

Your quiet whispers roar,

In my heart the sorrows break

Then fall softly to the floor.

Each pristine shining needle

Feather floats to a dusty earth

Leaving room at last within

For pure joy and your immeasurable worth.

The bright glory of your face

Outshines all suns by far

blowing, your living breath crosses

 desert skies to light each and every star.

Cleansing, blowing, refreshing

Reaching across an unending universe

Moving down from highest heaven

destroying forever

man’s darkest, ancient curse.

“This is pretty good. You need to keep this up.”

Samual could not help but smile. “Only pretty good? Dad, you didn’t insist on coming to see me to read my poetry. So, what gives?”