A New Box

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A New Box

We substitute
Tendency to loot
From Box to 
Box
Compartmentalizing
Our way 
Thru each & every
Day

A Box for home
A Box for work
A Box for fun
Then 
the tiniest, tiniest box 
Finally for our spirit
& God

So in they go
Into the larger Boxes
What we believe to be
Major spaces of our lives
But the most important parts
We then minimalize

Why do we put God 
In a box so tiny
After all He is large
Runs a universe 
So very shiny

With suns & moons
Black holes
Created endless numbers
Of souls
Let Him have all
Your Boxes

So give it a
Shot
Take God out
Of that smallest
Box

Pour the contents
Of all your Boxes
Into God’s large one
In that way
They might all 
Become the same

He & His Son
Will be sure to run
Each Box’s contents
With only
The very best of intents
And extreme care
For He only wants to share
Himself,
that Ultimate Paradise
With you!

Last Wildflowers

I was trying to catch the last of this summer’s wildflowers on our greenway system down by the river. The drier season of Fall has set in so the flowers are starting to fade away, but there’s always next Spring! I hope you have a blessed and good Saturday.

Suffer

Suffer 
(Sacrifice)

Suffering
Of any kind
Is not pleasant
Or fun
But it is the only way
To run
Toward Christ
Arms held open
To lovingly catch your
Suffering 

For He knows
Your greatest foe
Knows the tactics 
satan will expose
Every heartbeat uses
In his war against heaven
It is man, us he abuses
To break God’s heart

But 
Suffering will come
As you try to follow
God’s Only Son
From a world
Being led
Being fed
By satan’s lies
So, you must come
To expect the 
Suffering

Christ
Suffered in the extreme
To pull us out of the
Darkest of streams
To be faithful, loyal to Him
We must be willing to brave
The suffering
If unwilling we are
To endure any pain
For the Glory of His Name
Then 
We do not truly love Him

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Crisis

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Crisis

Spiritual or physical
The word still means
The same
In a dictionary it is
Given a name
Of

Critical turning point
Catastrophe
Impending disaster
Possible undesirable outcome

Is it just me
Or
Does it seem to be
Across the world
Getting worse?

I know in this country
I live in
There seems to be a rising of
What used to be called
Sin

Self-centeredness
Increasing
Respect for the home,
Families,
Decreasing

Unending lust for
Money, possessions
Some used for good
But also without discretion

To build up or 
To utterly destroy
Forgetting to remember
Evil can also be found 
Inside of toys

So do not let your
Days be wasted
Remember words of old
In God’s timeless Book
Are told

And perhaps
These Crises we’ve created
Maybe, just may be, 
But only with God’s help, abated

The Pearl

The Pearl

I run in the
Darkness
Crying, panting
In terror
Until
In the distance
I see the Pearl

Small at first,
Yet shining brightly
I run harder
To escape the darkness 
So frightening
Toward the Pearl

And so, my body I hurl
Faster, faster
Must reach the light 
enveloping
that large shining orb
a sense of safety
developing
around that Pearl

I run faster, harder
Until I reach its
Resting place
Fall to my knees
And in its white, translucent
Skin I begin to see

A reflection of my own face
Until there seems to
Appear a second trace
Of another face
Someone else beside me
A hand falls upon my shoulder
I tremble
But then become bolder

I turn around to look
The one beside me smiles,
Speaks,
I am the one long ago you forsook
But now with your return
As is written in my Book
All is forgiven
My Blood bought you back
And you have returned 
To Me, Your Savior
And Your Pearl!

Matthew 13: 45-46: Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. When he found one of Great Value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.

In This Struggle

In This Struggle

Life comes at us
Fast, 
Hard,
Endlessly,
So much to do
This struggle to survive

And so out I cry
Help!
And there you are
Right in my face
Of peace, tranquility
Love
The purest taste

So again & again
My hands I raise
For help
And there ceaselessly
Are You
The I AM
Of all I AM’S

So as I struggle
Even in this foreign land
I am not alone
Even when life turns
To the coldest of stones
God ALWAYS loves,
Cares, is willing to share
HIMSELF!
Desiring to be known
Even though we may be prone
To run away.

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