Earthen Pockets

With kindness of heart
And effervescence of mind,
The man looked around
Into the earthen pockets of humanity
To see if there was still room for him.
When he saw that there was,
Great joy grew in his heart,
And abounding love showed forth
From his eyes,
His words,
And his hands.
The great love of the Father
Catapulted him into the hearts and minds
Of millions
While resting in the abiding presence of the Almighty
He took to calling each
By name
And by purpose.
Who was this vessel for humanity?
It was you.
It was me.
It was the passing forth of God’s pure love
Through human forms
To other
Human forms.
That bit of humanity
And that bit of transference
Every time that love was shared.

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To the Sky We Seek

When mortal man walks across terrestrial earth, he looks into the cosmos to see any connection between the learned and the unlearned.  In the heavens, he seeks the answers to his questions.  He sees them, yet has trouble putting the answers into words.  He senses the completeness to his questioning, but is unable to understand.  Complexity detours his understanding, yet he persists anyway, continuing his search to know the unknown.

In the nighttime hours, he walks through his own mind in search of the missing words that will fill in the blanks and complete his thoughts.  He thinks back through all of the information he has poured into over the years, sifting through and sorting its immensity, knowing fully well that once the material makes sense, he can act in complete confidence.  Lack of knowledge will hurt him, as it has in the past.

Yet, when the information is taken in and understood, the grappling will cease and fruition will unfold.  The words are there, if he can find them.  Once the picture is assembled with its stories, background, fore-focus, and imminently important details, the realization of any missing pieces will be reckoned with and acquired.

Oh, the glorious day of understanding!  The joy of the journey!  What a magnificent journey it has been, and what a glorious road it will continue to be!

The sky releases its answers.  The hidden becomes seen.  We stand before the Almighty, and glimpse into the Throne Room, where all shall be revealed.

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Rake the Coals

Rake the coals
Across the soul
Burn the image in

See the death
That causes all
And live the breath within

Time will stand
To test the brave
To kill the weak and old

It will portray
The oldest stance
And handle all the bold

There is a time
Within each mind
To search, to seek, to win

To hope to be there
On that day
Is the biggest grin

I will forgo
The endless tale
And wrap it up right here

To know my limit
Of the soul
Draws me ever near.

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