I stumbled across this buried treasure
Learned the secrets from a book
Extraordinary insight to the lowly and great
How others learned the secret, I do not know
Life must be lived in the will, not emotions
At birth the gift of freedom of will
The central citadel of man’s being
He stands knocking on the door of the human heart
But the latch of the door is on the inside
This is the entering-in
Barstools, beers and lonely cheers
Sideways glances, sound and fears
Top of the loft, corner of the street
Just dropping off, by chance again we meet
Perched high above on a leather bus seat
Looking down on you as sun and horizon meet
Living through pictures on your wall
Passing on paper cranes, love and all
Resonating strings and sings around
Searching for words unspoken sound
Fathom feeling depths unknown
Silence falls like shell shock tone
Rivers of lyrical, satirical rhymes
Flood down the mount of eternal time
A single vase of living water, blooms
Tapped from the source in our living rooms
It is not a situation where
what you emanate
reaches me unchanged,
to reflect what you radiate.
It is the essence of my being
to take in and absorb
the streams of mercy
that flow out from your source;
feed me and make me whole,
make me grow beyond my limits –
strong, broad, I tower over all.
You give your all to me,
I soak up your energy
preoccupied with you
Until the fall..
I came upon a midnight clear,
following a star,
traveled over dark terrain
not measuring how far.
Finally I came near
to where the Saviour lay,
peering in I caught a glimpse,
a baby in the hay.
Though many were drawing near
I stealthily kept pace.
At the entrance to the room
I saw a hardened face.
“Can I come in?” I humbly asked.
“I’ve no incense, oil or gold
I bring myself to worship him”
The One whose birth foretold.
The keeper of the entrance
Looking down on me, grim
Took in my appearance, said
“I cannot let you in,
you’re not a king, bearing gold
and oil is for the dead!
Your incense is not pleasant
perhaps you’d bring a ram instead?”
I fled away to distant land
and waited for the time
to meet him when he grew
to know this Saviour is mine.
I heard every Word He said
from his birth to the tomb
in the streets, or temple court
sitting in the outer room.
When finally His breathing stopped
My heart nearly did too
I waited near and mourned the day
Not knowing what to do.
When he arose he conquered death
His grace had found a way
to make my gift acceptable
Now I await the day,
When I can see Him come again
I need not touch His wounds.
I have felt them for myself
and long for His coming soon.
——————————–Earth image source
Our position does not give purpose
Just our faith.
Ours is a Kingdom which cannot be shaken.
Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
—————————-Photo by Alexander Shustov
How far could I throw you?
The distance between us grows more and less..
Swamped by rapids and torrents
sweeping debris downstream
eroding every sandbank
every creature’s home of dreams
pulling on weeds and reeds
that populate the banks
irrigating flood lands
without a word of thanks
Such forces here faced
buried deep in to bedrock
a boulder immersed in waters deep
clear water for the flock
The gushing noise it causes
could illuminate our fears
But rather not still water
growing tepid over years
Such solid rock is moulded
constant force of river wide
smooths out all imperfections
buffs the surface to a shine
no watershed moment could
make a boulder weak
one so vast and solid
made from mountains’ peak
————————————–Photo by Beverly Nguyen
Count the stars of heaven 