The Lord is Not Slow

2 Peter 3:9 (New International Version, ©2011)
9 The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.


Though we are selfish and oft impatient creatures, we cannot put any demands on His time. He is not some personal genie that answers at our whim. God works in his own way and his own time. Like any good parent, He won’t give you anything that you don’t need and nothing before you’re ready. He may have to take you through a process to get you where you need to go, you know?

We have to repent of our ways first, so that He may honor His promise to us. As long as we acknowledge our problems and lay things bare before Him, He will deliver all that we need. We must totally rely on His Word, and the Word is God.

Don’t worry about time. Instead focus on the present and leave the future to itself. Tomorrow has enough problems of its own. Be devoted followers so that the power you gain is spiritual, that you may overcome the wiles of the World and the Devil. Most importantly, you must overcome the Self image that has been built for years and years of walking around lost on this planet.
God bless.

Walk Humbly

Micah 6:8 (New International Version, ©2010)

8 He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly[a] with your God.

What does it mean to act justly? Is this requirement something that we have forgotten? There is so much injustice in the world, not only to the people, but to the planet. We violate one another and we violate the nature of the world. And if we were humble, we would respect the nature of ourselves and the planet by carefully utilizing our resources so there is something left for our children. Yet we obliterate our legacy by following a self-destructive cycle of capitalism. We continually drill for oil that we have verifiable substitutes for; we conduct obscene research and put impurities into our bodies. Where is our humility, when we all but spit in the face of our Lord?

I pray for strength; true strength, mentally and physically. I find that I am getting older and my body feels more frail than ever. I look for way to combat the issues I face, I can only look towards God. I know I can only count on what He has promised, therefore I try to retain my humility and traverse this planet as a stronger, spiritual being. This is difficult, for there are obstacles in the world that deter you each day from the purpose God has given.

I hope that you all find your way to your own, and cultivate the gifts God has bestowed upon you. Reach out each day and work with them, showing love for God and full appreciation. Love your friends and family; be merciful and forgiving as God forgave us. Bring justice to those that have none, for God has shown us what is good. Be humble and respectfully follow his guidelines.

The Naked Rift

A cold implosion of a heart's wounded beat
bears down on his world spinning the anger like a toy top,
a spiral carrying tears,
throwing them through the air as rain.

Working the sides of his soul, searching the edges
for a secret opening, a hiding place to escape
were his rage is less and his mind sharp
there wouldn't be any reason to reach the black.

He thinks they are laughing, and probably so
staring and shuffling like stewards, coarse
glares that rub off the skin
Creating a naked rift between he and the means.

Have you ever seen a man run from that which he chases,
a route to impatience, a path of mazes too long for all?
Worrying a little, but all never known
A skillfull whelp wanting well to be grown.

The Coffin's Full

Followed the road
Winding down dusty days
A trail of your memories met me there
Settling on my head
You called my name within
And I felt ashamed to answer
There’s too much I shouldn’t have said

You buried me away
A coffin full of regretful notes
Crumbled ideas and saddened words
That will never be unearthed
A revelation of unforgiving
Murdering the stark sanity of progress
That gives a man’s life worth.

I’m digging into a mystery
Sharing my skies with another
Thanking God that I have arrived
Where I can gather appreciation
Eyes like flashlight bulbs
Wide and brightened light
Escaping from midnight to illumination.

Starshine

This age of cell phone ring tones, celebrity envy and capitalism is slowly collapsing. Let anyone who has eyes read and take note, for what you think is important in this life has no value in the next. You can’t take it with you when you’re gone.

I was looking at the show “Fashion Police” with Joan Rivers yesterday. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black…

Here we have an old lady who has, to a very noticeable degree, destroyed her human face and strapped on something that seems to be a cross between a gecko and a mandrill. Yet she fixes her mouth to talk about other celebrities and the clothes they wear. Thinking back on it, seems like some twisted episode of the Twilight Zone where the real people are idolizing the horrible, disfigured personas of stardom, only to realize that their heroes are nothing but liars.

We are tweeting along with the famous, sycophantic drivel in barrels, bantering away when our spiritual lives are in decay. I believe it’s far gone by now. Shame on us.
I don’t want to excuse myself from this, for I am just as much to blame. Yet, at least I realize my folly. I am human enough to admit I need God and I can’t function in life without him to guide me. But those who are walking that dreamy line toward degradation, I hope you wake up long enough to deviate from the course.

A Glorious Path

The road to glory
Steps bemused with the network of movement captured
In the earth like travelers’ patchwork, connecting individual intricacies
Where they are left to sift through the changes marked in history
Like a hand pushing through sand hoping to find a unique enough grain
To call your own
But that’s a road too long and a way cut short on a glorious road
Encumbered pedestrian leaving home
Ragged personage propelled and stripped
Of loving arms and cherished ideals threaded throughout your austere
Bewilderment
Hopes caged, for misinterpretation’s sake
Knowing that skies cry blue and the sun is granting light
To you, on the road to glory.

Reason Enough

A market for the many
A wicker basket and five tomatoes unripe
picking for the plenty
and the poor eat good tonight
you whistling appartion, ghost take flight
bury my mind in my woes and bind my sight.

A life devoid of any
A ticker tape parade dragging the dust
Welcome and free entry
to indulge in your lust
you sorrowful dream, leave as you must
I sulk in my cage and I watch it rust.

A posted, watchful sentry
A somber cascade of meaningful hopes
the commoner's wishful gentry
marked with playful notes
remembering well those loving quotes
so he knows the reason why he wrote.