I Feel Like. . .

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 I feel like
  
 I feel like
 A leaf,
 A snowflake
  
 Life goes by so fast
 Like peering in a looking glass
 Then you step away
  
 What was it that you, God,
 Had in mind
 When you first thought of
 Me
 Was it to rhyme a line
 So they perhaps might
 See 
 Your Face?
  
 Better, clearer,
 Clearer, clearer
 So they might
 Draw nearer,
 Nearer, nearer
 To You?
  
 Never will I know
 All answers
 This side of the grave
 Questions will there
 Always be
 As on I in frailness go.
   

My Existence

 Existence
  
  
 My heart beats
 My lungs breathe
 I can laugh,
 Play,
 Savor the day
 I exist
  
 My thoughts are 
 My own
 In my head 
 They have found
 A home
 Within to rest
  
 Put me to the test
 Will I or won’t I
 Do this or that
 I can hear these,
 My thoughts
  
 For you see
 This is the real
 You and me
 A living breathing
 Spirit, soul
 Only temporarily,
 For now
 Attached to this
 mortal shell
  
 Given a chance
 to grow
 Get to know
 The One who runs
 The universe
 And beyond,
 Transcendent,
 With His Son
  
 For one day He 
 Has promised 
 He will come
 This living,
 breathing Son
 Shining in all His splendor
 This wonderful Giver
 Of our Life
 This gift of
 Our Existence!
   

Revolutionary’s Sounds

 
 Revolutionary’s Sounds
  
  
 Whirling, twirling
 Swept up into the air
 Revolutionary sounds
 Were everywhere,
 all around
  
 Ignored they were
 But they were heaven’s cure
 For what was wrong
 Within the songs
 Of man
  
 For all our evil,
 Corruption unbound,
 Still they refused to see
 What God had pleased
 To send them
  
 So only a few listened
 To the man on the cross
 Ignoring from his lips
 The purest, shining gloss
 Of a revolution’s sounds
  
 Bringing words of 
 Great worth
 Love, joy, peace
 To His earth
 Heaven’s purest, pearls
 Our souls He did seek
  
 And so Christ did die
 On the very rocky ground
 He had created 
 Our God, 
 Alone and bound
 But still left behind
 For those who choose
 The fiery, purest joy of
 His Revolutionary’s Sounds!! 
   

Not Even in A Blender

 
 

 Not Even in A Blender
  
 Blades whir,
 Solids dissolve
 Large chunks puree
 Into a goo
  
 Blenders good
 For many things
 In our kitchens
 They do bring
 From many foods 
 Convergence into one
  
 Unfortunately, in life
 Things are not always so
 Some things cannot,
 Should not mix
 For the welfare of our souls
  
 The dark and the light
 Will never mix
 Nothing that a blender 
 was ever meant to fix
 Never meant to be
  
 As oil is to water
 Separate from the
 Beginning
 God’s light will
 Not ever allow
 satan’s dark to stop
 His shining!
  
  
 So do not fear
 Shed not too many tears
 There is the one that
 Took our place
 Opened Heaven’s
 Pearly gates
 Christ paved the way
 Saved all our days
 From the whirling,
 swirling blades,
 that chaos of the darkness.