The First Calm

The First Calm

It happened under the skies
Of the very first dawn
Rays of light breaking
Placid horizon in yellows,
Pinks and reds
It was the first Calm

A new world, pleasant
To the eyes and soul
Broken out of deep, dark
Nothingness
By ancient words and voices told
In a Holy Book

Life exploded 
Upon a spinning globe
Of dirt, air & water
Animals, man & plants
To each by a loving hand
Did the Creator grant

Relationship 
With Himself, 
The Ones who stirred 
The darkness
Into life
Nothingness
Into something

Desired to associate
Fellowship
With our forms of dust
Only asking for a return
Of love, respect
& our trust

This was the first Calm
This perfected peace
Between all forms of life
And the Creators
Between all of Their creation
& Themselves
There was not a hint, scent
Of strife

Until man, 
Supposedly the highest,
Decided to rebel
And follow the wrong voice
Made the ultimate mistake
Available, the worst choice
And everything fell

Plants, animals, earth
Spun out of the original plan
Subject to terrors
Never meant or intended
By our Creator’s gentlest
Of hands

And so we lost
All of us
Paid a dearest cost
To suffer in pain, 
Showed disdain for the Ones 
Who made us
And so in tears we lived
And lost
The First Calm

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Supernatural!

Supernatural

The Supernatural
It should be called
The natural
Everything else is the 
Below natural

It is real
Exists side by side
With the physical
It consists of the 
Spiritual

Things, beings, unseen
With physical eyes
Living side by side
With all of us in
Our temporary shells

A Holy God, Father
His Son 
A Holy Spirit
Invisible to our eyes
But not unfelt
Within the walls
Those quivering halls
Of the human heart

Angels, demons, satan
Are real
Do not let your physicality
Be able to steal
Your spiritual abilities 
From you

Follow the light
Do not let satan
That roaring lion 
Devour you
With his violent anger,
Cruelty he will try to
Shower your life

So do not drown
In just the physical
Reach out for God
Let Him astound
With His Beauty, Love
Glory and Power

In this hour of human
Fragility we exist in
Before we depart 
This dirt
Raise your head, exert
Lift your spirit upward
Live in your true destiny
Heaven’s Supernatural Gates!

Never Perfection

Never Perfection

I hem, I haw
I fuss, I stew
What is the matter
With me?
I pray upon my knees

Trying to follow 
All those righteous rules
But somehow cannot
Stick to what I have been
Taught in a Sunday’s School

Oh, woe is me
What can I do
Surely I will be lost
If all those cues
In that holy book
I cannot keep

So I seek
harder, harder
To be perfect
Then a teacher says
Relax
He knows your name
And for everyone 
It is the same

Christ knows 
On this side of the grave
You will never reach 
Perfection
But can only head in His general
Direction

And He does the rest
On that cross He
Passed His final test
Fought & bought
At a terrible cost
Our victory
Over imperfection
So you could be found
& no longer lost
Within a satan’s hell!

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Beauty Without End!

Beauty Without End


My soul shudders
Of your Beauty, Lord
It cannot comprehend
Of your Glory, Light
Power & Love
There is no end!!

Of your mercy,
Incomprehensible Forgiveness
Of all the dark mess
I have created at times
I do not like to think of those,
Or even bring them to mind

Reign in me, Lord
May I destroy the me within
So your unending Glory
Beauty may live, win
Its eternal way, sway
Over each of 
And all my days!!

Original Purpose

Original Purpose


What seems almost 
Like an eternity ago
Before that moon 
Cast its silver glow
Powerful, in joy
Words were spoken
Out of dark nothingness
A world was begotten

An all-powerful Creator
Because He loved 
The idea of us so much
Reached down and
With a single touch
Started His own universe

With care and a little time
Embarked upon a thought-out plan
Someones in His image made
To share all of their nights & days
In His Joy & Presence

That original purpose, that plan
Was for all of His creation
Sky, earth, animals and man
To share in His Glory
That fantastic, stupendous Beauty

That loves everyone the same
Even enemies get to watch
His magnificent displays
Of love, mercy, justice, kindness
& that miraculous forgiveness

& us?
Well, we were meant to be
For all of His creation to see
Image bearers of the same
His power, light, glory & 
Holy, beautiful, name

But we failed,
Rebelled as the ancient tale
Written in a Holy Book is told
To someone else our souls were sold
And evil entered our lives

Separated, lost

Until we were given

A second chance

But it came at the highest cost

GOD HIMSELF DIED FOR US!

To return us to that 
Original purpose
Shed his blood to return
To us His Glory
So please pick up the Book
And read the most beautiful
Of all earth’s written stories!

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Plagiarizing God

Plagiarizing God
(good or bad?)

Plagiarizing may be
Either good or bad
To copy or imitate
Often is a form 
of highest praise
Means someone sees you
Toward you turns their gaze

Sadly, however, often times
For authority, ownership 
Plagiarizers only come to steal
From the original, what is the real
Of identity, things or power

When we, as man, think or say
We carry the highest dominion
In a vast, still unknown universe
Is not that plagiarizing
Passing ourselves off as 
Someone we are not?
Do we think from the authentic,
Only GOD that is real
We can really steal
His divinity, sovereignty over us?

We tried that in a garden
It did not work
Never will
Even today we try to shirk 
Shun the destructive pain
We have caused 
By trying to deny, steal
God’s power, His Holy Name

We are not our own gods
A universe, this planet 
Even our own bodies
None of this did we create
Nor can we control it
That claim to fame
On our heads
Will never fit

So if you must plagiarize God
Do it the right way
It is okay to copy Him
By letting go of yourself
Over your soul let Him win
Let Him stamp His own image
And pay the right kind of homage
To a stupendous, living, breathing
Magnificent & loving King!

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