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In the Midst of Everyday Things
To see the face of eternity
And know that you belong in its arms
Will help you to see each coming day
As a thing of beauty.
And as you walk through these days
Adding glory and power to them,
You will become part
Of the very thing you seek.
Glory lies before you
In the midst of everyday things.
Sure, it’s hard to find sometimes,
But it’s still there.
One of the most amazing things
Is realizing that the temporality of this life
Is not the most important thing
But that eternity in the presence of Jesus is.
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Furnace Blasts Hot
The furnace blasts hot on tempest’s land
And throws him into hell
He’ll walk through shadeless valleys yet
And counter none with show.
There are but few who can survive
The ripping of the soul
But in the end he will stand forth
As one who can forego.
The test before him lies as such:
He must last through it all
And then come out the other side
No lasting of the blows.
Years later in ordeal begun
Its testing to endure
The tempest gives a final test
He gains o’er all his foes.
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Morning Has Broken
The snow crunches beneath my feet
Cold surrounds my face
And tries to reach inside my coat
To tickle my skin.
Looking out across the water
Of the small lake
I am greeted by the breaking
Of morning.
Now that it has broken,
I look around and see
The other person standing
Next to me.
I realize that I am standing next to
One of God’s greatest creations:
Life.
Her.
She smiles back at me
Wondering what I’m thinking.
Not much –
I am just amazed.
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Causing of the Day
The causing of the day to seek
A sustance on the main
It calls unto the daily pass
And brings within its frame
The passing from the day and night
Is stuck within the fold
There is no greater lasting love
That lies within a hold
True breaking makes a lasting stance
It likens unto heart
But nowhere else will writers write
Than outside of the dark
A hearkened bid of love’s true call
Will force upon the ears
A delicately placed forlorn
Of placid, seated dears
There is but one of chosen kind
That will but hold on here
And cause within a greater draw
A mind that will not sear
To place a likened bit in hand
To have it show the love
Will give to other’s getting heart
And wrap the two in one.
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Departed’s Guests
Blasted fury, waking sleep,
It’s maker cannot stand
But in the furnace of its hell
Will all but not command
Of minstrel’s house the luscious speak
They know not lies within
Yet wanting to continue forth
They blindly rushed on in
In muted tones, in deafened words,
With every waking breath
They screamed to open up the grave
And free themselves from death
“Look there!” They stopped and gazed in front
A chance lay just ahead
They grasped in hopes to leave the crypt
But stayed departed’s guests.
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Arrangements of Lines
The passage of the snow, my friend,
The passage to and fro
Is what all people seek to see
To sense what lies below
Now in the darkness we shall look
And we shall ever see
All that stands before us now
Between Thee and me
It’s on the cusp of wanton bread
That circus acts do play,
Stirring up all sorts of looks
And granting tardy stays
They’ll leave once light upon them lands
Shining brightly forth
And causes unto Naugum’s hands
A slightly blemished wart.
The war’s not over; charges go,
They stand upon the few
And disappear in classic dance
Between the wooden pews.
It is his leg, the wooden one,
That has a knotty hole
And fills with winded, windy, wind
Whenever on a stroll.
It ‘tis the last, ‘tis not the first
Of lines within this write,
But evermore the thoughts thereof
Find friendship to enlight’.
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Little Awe
The waking of the day
The breaking of the night
What rides upon the distant shores
Will shake us all with fright
It brings with it a thunderous clap
Destroying those in wake
It shatters rooftops with one pass
And drowns all those it takes
The standing still will last but naught
There is but little awe
For hatred reigning down in lust
And rattles here, us all.
“Fear not” they say in gentle voice
To those who hear inside
“And know that it will leave us now”
With that, the wind subsides.
Destruction came, it did not last
We shall rise again
To show the world and ourselves
Through all we still will win.
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To See The Souls That Ride The Tide
To see the souls that ride the tide
And balance on the wave
They stand to gain all sorts of love
And capture wills that reign
The posting of the colors bring
A tidy sum to all
And posting forth with joyous sights
Will bring a wondrous call
“Shout forth” they sing
“And bring it near” they cry to souls that ride
And there within the festive flair
Will cause all those to strive
They seek to please, to give, to dance
To harken to the knave
And dance they shall with minstrel’s song
Upon the pass-eds’ graves.
Beer’s froth will bounce upon the ground
And give to cats a lick
As those poor minstrels’ fluted looks
Will give them quite a pick.
’Tis not the passing of the night
That brings a wondrous jest
But all that goes before us now
And bids us its request.
Farewell for now, this meet must end
But will not be the last
For ‘morrow brings reunions grand
Even if half-mast.
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Lightning Strikes
Lightning strikes upon the earth,
Lightning strikes the few,
Ideas to trample on themselves,
In light of morning dew.
Light proceeds in darkened dawn
And wraps itself inside
There are but few who hear the clap
Of thunder by my side.
The roof shakes down upon my head
And wakes me from my sleep
I know the passing of the day
Is all that I will keep.
Rhymes will form, they always do,
Within my feeble mind,
To understand the things above
For that my thoughts do pine.
With wrinkled brow and passing skin
I seek to see and know
Of how the ever markets work
And passage in the snow.
I hope to be one of the few
That lightning strikes and live
To tell of glory seen and heard
And to the world I’ll give.
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