Sometimes,
I wonder,
Would God help me
If I was dying?
I don’t know,
Really.
God helps some people,
But he doesn’t help others.
And it doesn’t seem to matter
How good a person is,
Or how much faith they have.
Really,
It seems quite random.
So, does it make sense for us
To thank God
When we get out
Of some mess we’re in?
Maybe.
Maybe that is just
Something you do
As part of a good relationship
With the Almighty.
But does God intervene
When we’re in trouble?
Some would say
A definite “yes”,
Since sometimes
People survive
In such a seemingly
Miraculous way.
But, where is God
With all the other people
Who don’t get saved?
Did he abandon them?
It may be
That we are looking at God
The wrong way.
Maybe we misinterpret
What is meant
In the Bible,
Or, maybe some people
In the Bible
Misinterpret what God does.
After all,
We don’t go to Psalms
For advice on how God works.
We go there for how we work.
And we can be ungrateful,
Greedy, despairing, vengeful,
Grievous, bloodthirsty, disrespectful–
You get the idea.
Perhaps,
We should not look at God,
As a supernatural person
Who enters into time and space.
Perhaps, God is simply spirit,
And, in that form,
He is always here,
All around us,
And in us.
Perhaps,
He is always a part of our lives,
And how much we connect with him,
Is still up to us, just like
If he was a supernatural person.
So, maybe it is wrong to say,
Where is God?
Or why did God do this?
God is part of everything,
But God is bigger than that.
He is bigger than the universe.
But he is also in your room,
Giving you breath,
Keeping your heart beating,
At least,
Until it is your time to go,
And only God knows that.
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Year 2: Day 86 – Gatsby
A Time to Every Purpose
To many Christians, Christmas is just another opportunity to talk about the resurrection and God’s forgiveness. I like the way he puts it in this poem, that Christmas is a time to focus on hope and healing. God does so much more for us besides forgiveness. It’s not just about sin. Think about the miracle of creation. Think about how God watches over us, protects us, guides us, loves us, heals us. He is our perfect companion. He is our friend. He is our father, in every sense of that word. And look at all Jesus taught us. Don’t just focus on the end of his life. Focus on his entire life. He did so much more than die. He lived! And what a miraculous life it was. A perfect life. A life of love. And it all began with his birth.
“Holy Family”
Painting by Heidi Malott
From hmalott.blogspot.com
remember the birth
even more than the life
of the man who would die
in eclipse of our sins
in the birth is the promise
the possible everything
each newborn babe
a most lovely creation
immaculate vessel
containing all human
potential the heights of
all mortal achievements
the deepest divinely
held hopes for mankind
even more than the life
of the man who would die
in eclipse of our sins
remember the birth
Antagony
Love this one, as I can relate. Feel this way a lot, really.
“Alter Ego”
Painting by Luis Duro
From ego-alterego.com
the world next door
behind my brain
mirror images
shimmer the
cranial ether
filling the space
in between us
the distance
dividing me here
from me there
one or both
of us real each
compelled by a
skeptic’s mistrust
turns away from
the other looking
off in opposing
directions of dreams
same but different
shared memories
spiked with conflicting
emotions one mind
with dissimilar
thoughts hiding
hard painful lines
metaphysical edges
the dual jagged blades
of antagony under
a single thin smile
What We Don’t Know
Wise words. Perhaps, we need to ask God to change our hearts, so that our minds will be ready to accept where he is leading us.
All too often, we inheritors of human nature, sum up people and situations with less than all of the facts. Even the word fact verses hearsay should be a concern. The news is hearsay, as well as what anyone tells us. How readily are conclusions formed on less than everything there is to know.
Then, there is the one clincher that we haven’t accomplished…walking a mile in someone’s shoes. You see, it’s not what we think we know, but what we don’t know that matters. There will always be blanks in our knowledge, but acceptance doesn’t require knowing with our minds…acceptance only asks us to believe with our hearts.
Autumn Is Here
Terror, gasps, screams, cries,
Hope dashed, evil overcoming,
Darkness descending
Into a ancient room.
Haunted hoodlums
Tearing apart the creations
Of so many years of effort.
Politicians insulting,
Lying, and stretching the truth,
Pleading for your money
For the next election,
As if it is an emergency.
So many things
Competing for our attention.
Pumpkins lined up
Along the road.
School getting into a rhythm.
Holidays peeking
Around the corner.
Christmas will be here
Before you know it,
And IS here,
Depending upon
Where you shop!
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On Clouds
More sage wisdom from Anna Mosca. Thanks, Anna!
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I’m not knowledgeable
on climatic changes
the ways the winds go
on high or low pressure
I didn’t keep my head on books
but clouds these I know
teaching us
how to be in life
the best ones are
those moving fast
giving no resistance
to life happenings
they follow whatever
wind that comes
you see them glory
and soon happily gone
busy dancing
life out
no time to pout – others
grow dark and sit dense
giving headaches
to everyone
they build resistance
to any life change
no escape
the heaviness
they create
will break on us all
.
.
.
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Soul in the Margins
Great poem. So honest and sincere. I can sense the longing and sadness, yet also contentment and peace. Great job!
My soul is old as time itself
A thousand past lives or more
But this has never happened
Born in two worlds at once
Roots of damascene jasmine
Grow into eucalyptus leaves
A tree void of identity
A vine with no name
Nameless with no place
I’m a house with no land
I’m a mask with no face
Hovering in suspension
I have sailed the seas
Danced across the skies
The click clack of train tracks
Wanting a place to call home
But when I reached the West
They told me to go back home
So I traveled to the East
They asked me where I’m from
I am brown with skin of white
Belonging only on borders
Unable to return to the homeland
Foreign hands long for disposal
I’ll stand proud in the margins
With all those that are ‘other’
So let them blur the lines
and flood the…
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Happy Easter!
The Easter Bunny
Said to Santa Claus,
“I don’t believe in you!”
Santa said, “Me neither.”
The Tooth Fairy
Overheard
Their conversation,
And offered,
“You two are crazy!”
I don’t think
It really matters
If we believe.
“It’s what children believe
That keeps the world turning.
Miracles and fantasies
Are the food of legend.
“If you have love
In your heart,
And you believe
Like a little child,
“You will inherit
The kingdom of God.”
The other two smiled
At each other,
Shook hands,
And agreed
That the Tooth Fairy
Was right.
“Here,”
Said the Easter Bunny,
Have a chocolate egg.”
Santa smiled again,
And said,
“Thank you,
Easter Bunny!”
I will put you
On the “Nice” list,
And maybe
This Christmas,
I’ll bring you
Something
Extra special.
You, too,
Tooth Fairy!”
“Thank you,
Santa.
Here’s a dollar
For you.
“Don’t spend it all
In one place!”
“Happy Easter, everyone!”
Stumbling along the sidewalk 