Perfume

Perfume

Jasmine, Lilac
Honeysuckle in
Full bloom
Scents of earth
Created by You
Bringing Your Face
Into a closer view

And so, this
Essence
Scent of your
Glory, Beauty
Power
Follows, surrounds
Your Presence

Evidence of this
On Moses’ face
Descending from
The mountain
bearing the mark
Of your Holy Grace

It took a veil
to hide
This Perfume, Glory
That resides,
Surrounds each step
& at Your side

Today let us remove
The veil
Look fully on Your
Glory
Gaze
with deeper longing
Into this cloud

Of your perfume
Sweet scent of
Your Very Self
As we achingly await
To pass through
heaven’s gates
Enveloped by
Your love,
& alive again
in your embrace.

Petulant Child

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Petulant Child

Petulant child
Under the fair
Shading tree
Everything you see
is perfect

a freshly created
world
pure, untouched
harmony, peace
for now, no other
way is seen

you live
you glide
your companion
at your side
in joy

all needs are
met
abundance of all,
food, love,
not touched by
any dark corruption
yet

blithely you live
moment to moment
unaware of peril,
danger
until one day
a very dark stranger
enters

This perfect Paradise
Created by your
Father
Intended by Him
To be
Forever

The stranger smiles
Oh, he is clever
He knows how to beguile
Anyone

He comes to you
Shaking your head
At first you refuse
Until he says,
Be like the Father

Novel idea
Unthought before
Could this be possible?
But inner darkness lies at
its core

you acquiesce
nod your head
Yes
Receiving the fruit
One bite won’t hurt
You guess

But this stranger
Has the heart of a brute,
A monster
And that bright fruit
Was never intended
For your lips

Living further down the
Road of time
We shake our heads
& wish,
What you had, perhaps
Unknown to you
Was the already sublime

It you had just not,
Turned your head
And refused to listen
This fair world
Would still glisten
With perfection.
Where was your, Our
Gratitude?

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Not I,
I say
Rue the day
I bend my knee

To anyone
Or any god
Yet this is
For sure
What some have done

My house, my car
Oh, don’t forget my boat
My money, my wealth
But I mustn’t overly gloat

I stand complete
In and of myself
Isn’t this self-indulgence
Why most attempt to
accumulate great wealth?

The self, myself, yourself
I repeat I will bend the knee
To no one but myself
I wish to run my own life
But could that be
the why
For so much strife?

We all want the same
What each myself desires
But could this self-seeking
Be what Seems
to light the fires

Of so much pain
Each wanting to be
His own god
Live life his own way
With no one greater than man
To have the final say

What can be the answer
To save a world so lost
In pleasure seeking pain
which refuses at any cost
To seek God’s Face

Mercy, love and Grace
His plan was perfect
Until we rebelled
So up until now
Nothing seems to quell

The pain of our endless
Rebellious seeking
for our own way
So we spin and spin
On a world
Where perfect love,
joy are no longer
Allowed to sing

Of His Name, His Power
His perfect plan
All meant to give a
Forever Paradise
To his creation of man

God’s wisdom knows the way
For us to live,
But the price exacted
for true satisfaction
will always be
and forever involve
bending the knee

Denial

Denial

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.

Obedience

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Obedience

Loving Savior
On a throne
Promising me
A forever home
With you

At the end of time
When I see your return
Of obedience by then
For me to learn
will be too late

On that fateful night
Hours before your death
You intertwined within
Your last breath
Love and obedience

For my sake
You stated if I love you
I would obey you
This was done always
To recreate, make me anew

A sign of my love
until Time’s end will be
To follow and obey
You and your Father’s
Words if a final victory
I desire to see

At that last hour
Before your Holy Throne
I will be granted
A new heaven and earth
Eternity will be shown

In a new life, new world
With no pain
But only through
My love for you
And with obedience
May I obtain
The glorious experience
of a walk within your Beauty
forever

The Trickle Down Effect

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The Trickle-Down Effect

Life it seems
Does not flow
From Down
Not of the ground
Life’s love flows from
Up above

It is the
Trickle Down Effect
Giving, leaving us
With no reason to regret
Following its
Lovely siren call

God speaks, I listen
Trying to articulate
A few certain words
An effort to follow
His greatest Passion
For His voice to sweetly
And simply be heard

The deceiver may come
Try To intrude
But let me most assuredly say
Satan’s voice with
Love for man
Is never imbued

So, if from Heaven’s
Throne
You hear you name called
Or perhaps whispered,
Listen close with both ears
His voice will always save
From many of life’s falls