Chokehold

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Chokehold

It has me by the throat
It sneers then gloats
Slithers & slides
Tightening its grip
Around my neck, 
My heart,
This Chokehold

Teaching, always reaching
To infect, detect
My weaknesses
It infers, deters 
Pulls, cajoles
Will it never let go?

No, it will not.
If I wish this to stop,
I must do it myself
Stop this lusting,
Discontinue the trusting
In the consuming of
Mere things, junk

How many material
Possessions
Does it take to make 
One happy?
While others starve
Do I really have to be
At the heart
Of the world’s party?

So I am trying to let go
Guard my only soul
Feed it
As I try to resist
Materialism’s temptation
And shun the world’s 
Blasting horns.



Money, Money

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 Money, Money
  
 Money, money everywhere
 Yet not enough to think with
 My soul might surely drown
 In that deafening sound
 Of the clink, clink, clink 
 Of those hard, cold coins
 As they roll, tumble & sink
 To the bottom of my cup
 From which I’m trying to sup
  
 I raise this now full cup
 To try and drink
 Cup’s edge at the brink
 Of my own thirsty lips
 Almost overwhelmed
 As all I can smell
 Is the odiferous stink
 Of coin’s metallic toxins
  
 This deadly metal’s liqueur
 I feel now most sure
 Will kill me
 My thirst t’will not abate
 Nor will it finally slake
 The pounding, roaring lust
 For more, more, more
 For money’s tempting allure
 Is there not some final cure?
  
 I lust 
 Yet dare not trust
 The swirling deadly liquid 
 So I will not swallow
 The poisons which
 Lie golden in the hollow
 Of My cup
  
  
 Yet with all of this said
 I toss & turn on my bed
 In the dark of midnight’s light
 Searching for an answer
 Money is not the cancer
 Itself only an answer
 To life’s most real of needs
 It is that deadly lust
 That will cause the deepest rust
 To my center’s being
 Oh, the hurtful sting
 Of my soul’s new knowledge
  
 So, I will try fleeing
 Flinging off the desires
 The deadly coins do sire
 In every human heart
 Turn to my inner being
 Wait for Heaven’s lights
 To cause a new way of seeing
 Of myself, yourself, this life 
 And throw off money’s 
 Most paralyzing strifes
   

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
  
   

Rushing

 

 

Rushing

 

Rushing here

Rushing there

People pushing

Looking, searching

Everywhere!

 

We have stress

I understand the tests

We go through everyday

But for a moment

Could we not just stay?

 

To let go

Of the constant

Looking for the

Something

We don’t even know

 

Why or what we

Look for

This constant rushing

Will rob you of

All your joy

 

I cannot stop

You say

Because if I do

Then

I will feel the pain

 

The separation I feel

The need

The hole in my middle

Which continues to bleed

 

We have separated

From the source of life

A living, breathing

God/Creator/Loving Father

He does not wish for us

This terrible, horrible strife

 

We put ourselves thru

Each day we begin anew

With the rushing,

Accumulating of more

More useless things

Less joy

 

So, seek your God

Let go of seeking

Useless idols

Let life be in the being

With, in the presence of

the One who

Can fill the emptiness

And lay your pain to rest

 

John 14:27 My peace I give to you, my peace I leave you. I do not give to you as the world gives. So do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

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Denial

 

 

denialartDenial

Deny, deny
I turn my back
Then sigh
Wondering why
I am so
Miserable.

On the bed
At night
Toss and turn
I cry
If you are real
Within your face
Light up the sky!

But nothing
There is not a trace
Of anything or
Any One

So I turn back
To the screen
Of my TV
Or the phone
Things I know
I sit alone

Harden the
Heart
Feel nothing
Develop the art
Of pleasure
Seeking

Just one more fix
This pain will
Pass
Seek one more
High
Maybe it will last
This time

So I rush,
Concentrate
On this world
Fix your eyes
On this strange
Green Pearl

Bigger house,
Fancier car,
Is this by far
The best I can do
Or is there really
You?

Endless cycles
They repeat
As I keep
On searching
For that which
Will meet

My greatest
Deepest need
Maybe one more
Piece of food,
Drink, house,
Vacation,

Rushing, seeking,
I perpetuate
This Empty pain
But I refuse to cry out
Your Name
So again, I sigh
And again your
Name I deny.

Matthew 10:33 …whoever denies me before men, I will deny before my Father who is in heaven.

Wouldn’t you like to see. . . . ???

jesus'gloryWouldn’t you like to see Utopia? Wouldn’t we all like to see a world without pain, suffering, disagreements, wars, orphans living on the streets with nothing? We have been promised, assured we will live in such a Utopia if we believe in, try to emulate the historically documented Jesus of Nazareth.

It will begin with a revived American church. Our country leads the world in almost everything and so do our churches or they should at least try. Wouldn’t you like to see a church less divided among itself, one with more influence over the world and its culture rather than the other way around with the culture having more influence over God’s living, holy church??

I would love to see revival in the American churches. I pray for revival with more of the power of the Holy Spirit alive and well in our spiritual family. I pray for a lower divorce rate in our churches, a church less caught up in lusting after money and material possessions and one that lusts after Christ more instead. I pray for a church that is less caught up in fitting in with the world and more concerned with standing up and being different from the world’s standards. I pray for a church like the first century one that is willing to go and sell something, lay the money at the feet of our church leaders in order to help the poor and more needy in God’s family. I pray for a church whose true glory is the glory of the living Christ!

May God bless your day. Praise God!!!