The Welcoming Wood

This is a new poem I wrote in the form of a Sestina. Enjoy.












THE day had set as I traveled down a road,
Intimate in its design, twas narrow,
directed toward the setting, golden Sun,
which, softly glowing, slowly came to rest
upon the darkening valleys of this world.
The road was long yet well supplied with fuel,

or, signs were scattered pointing towards the fuel,
twas the duty of the rider on the road
to refuel lest he get lost in the world.
Yet as I rode my eyes began to narrow,
losing sight of signs 'til my coach did rest,
still, as I lost my pace set with the sun.

There, still, I sat and lost sight of the Sun.
Alone, I did not think to seek out fuel,
but I looked elsewhere for a place to rest.
In utter darkness I wandered from the road
into a wood, welcoming, less narrow
and filled with mysteries of a whole new world.

My heart pounded as I entered this world.
By now my mind, had but slipped from the Sun,
and it's warm glow on the road, (too narrow).
I was not limited by need of fuel,
like I had to work for on the narrow road,
But vices here offered me so much rest.

So deeper I wandered to seek out rest.
Rest, that would fit me best within this world.
In darkness there, out of view of the road
in dark, I felt the cold absence of Sun,
and there... I ached. My body called for fuel.
I looked around...my options not so narrow

as they were upon the road, (so narrow).
But, as I took my fuel and found my rest
in the wood... I ached as I ate the fuel.
Still I craved more, it hurt. Trapped now in this world
that seemed more like a cage. And for the Sun
I longed, as I remembered its warmth on the road.

So there I sit entrapped within this world.
I have the key and I can sense the Sun,
But..could I, now, return to that narrow road?

Radiance of Beauty

A whisper more gentle than a humble baratone, a note that carries on.

A beauty with more power than a monstrous mount, it's river trickles down.

It falls to rest in the valley of my eyes,
It's whisper cries out and to my surprise,
I find myself falling, up, into the skies.

Stars like the sun, forever exploding, never ceasing to burn, ever bright.

And in the door of your soul, my heart is eroding, when I look upon that beautiful sight.

Spectacles of brown that trickle down and fall to rest upon soft wings

They entangle my will and I begin to drown, trapped within the depth of your being.

Futile words cannot describe your presence,
Haunting though it is,
Upon its air, my soul does dance, 
And from the depths of that prism,
Swept in a trance, three words pour forth,


And I fall into you.
As the peak takes it's form, as one becomes two, unyeilding you catch me,
And I catch you.

As we find ourselves falling through rays of glorious sunlight, forever shining, we take flight.

My heart in fright, clasps tightly to yours, and my passion surpasses the mighty moor, as through violent rays we venture forth, our eyes set, forever forward.

Formula for Death? Part. 1

Do we as Christians really want a relationship with Jesus? or are we looking for a list of guidelines for living? A faith like taking pills to make you a good, moral, acceptable person who has a spot saved in heaven. Taking communion without depth, reading the word and praying out of obligation, and serving and tithing that we may feel like we are worthy of some reward that heaven has to offer. If this is true, we are not living for God, but we are living like the Pharisees, we are self-righteous, removing Christ from the Gospel and making it a gospel about our lives rather than the life of our God. We forget that our faith is built on emulating the loving and loyal nature of Jesus Christ, not on becoming perfect little christians. We debate and bicker about theology in order to prove ourselves to God, (or to ourselves) rather than spending our energy loving one another and seeking the lost, the sinners, who have no use for the complex theology that we think we can grasp with our little minds. As far as I am concerned, the bible is clear with one thing more than any other, "Eat of my flesh, drink of my Blood... Love your Father in heaven and love your neighbor as yourself." -Jesus. In all the gospel you do not see Jesus seeking out debate, sure, he will clarify the truth when challenged (With parables) But more or less, he is building relationships, he is loving, and healing. We here in America are at risk. We have substituted Jesus for our Ministry, for ourselves. Have we completely forgotten what the Gospel truly stands for, we cannot let our formulaic, capitalistic mindset infect our faith. There is no formula for successful ministry, successful ministry is to love others more than yourself and to put Jesus above yourself and love him with all of your heart.  to give ALL that you have to him and follow the Will of his Father. Our Father.

it is the moment when you die to your self-interest when you discover the beauty, the power in you. - Mama Maggie Gobran

The more i think about it, the more I realize we have started an "American Gospel." Where ministry becomes about power, megachurches, money....numbers... THAT is not the gospel. Where did the relationships go? Where did the humility go? Where did Jesus go? Why do we think it is necessary to build Christian Empires here in America? I don't want to judge because I am just as guilty of following and feeding this trend as anyone, but it is hitting me hard, and it scares me. Have we convoluted the gospel with relevancy, with progression, and with consumerism?

I was just lucky enough to see a presentation by Mama Maggie Gobran. She emulated Christ. She was humble, simple, loving...yet... successful. She has started one of the biggest ministries in the world serving orphans in Cairo for over 20 years. What are we doing with our affluence here? I know it is easier said than done, but its just a thought.

This is just the introduction to something deeper and much more focused that I have been pondering over. I just can't shake this feeling that we might be misleading ourselves, endangering ourselves.

True Love=True Grit

This is just a thought that has been screwing with my mind and my perspectives lately, so I thought I might as well share it. It's about love. What is love?Well, when you think of love what images or thoughts come to mind? (in a general sense) in many cases the visuals that come to mind are fluffy, soft, pink, red, rosy, etc. Basically whatever we buy into on Valentines Day. Or maybe you think of your favorite romantic movie, (or novel for you older ladies, naughty, naughty). "Oh. Love is the Notebook. He wrote to her for A YEAR! if that is not love, then what is!? Then they kiss in the rain, and..oh.. it is just so romantic!"

Ya. i couldn't agree with you more. It kills me every time.

But what about that makes it love?

Is it the letters? No.
The Kiss? No.
The fact that they are both beautiful? Yes....I mean...NO!

The thing that makes that scene so romantic is that it reveals to the audience the pain that both of them have been suffering. It shows the ramification of devotion is suffering. The process of love, is pain.

I just recently read a book by Francis Chan called, Erasing Hell. In it, he talks about the side of God that many of us try to hide, or cover for. The side of God that is wrathful, vengeful. the side of God that Kills, wipes out nations. The side of God that causes suffering and pain. The side of God that allows people to go to Hell. Many of us pretend this God does not Exist.

We call God love based purely on the side of God that we most like. We see his love in his forgiveness, in his sacrifice, in his grace and mercy. But, we decide we need to cover for him, or hide him when he is doing something, un-loving, (in our eyes).

Well this is failure to understand God, and it is a direct contradiction to our own preaching. When we profess God as Love, we are saying God is Synonymous to Love. That God IS Love. Therefore, God does not exist outside of Love, and Love cannot exist outside of God. The funny thing is that this isn't even our profession of God, so we don't get to choose if this is true or not. This is Gods definition of Himself.

So, Once we admit that God is Love, we have to realize that ALL that he does, is Love. Once we do this we will soon realize just how much we don't understand Love. Love wiped out the nations of Sodom and Gomorra. Love ordered the Israelites to Kill, wipe out nations, women and children. Love let a righteous man lose all he had and become sick with disease, just to test him. Love set the boundaries of damnation.

Its hard to think of Love as flowers, sunshines, and kisses now isn't it.

This is Love. God is Love. God is merciful, forgiving, graceful, caring. God is wrathful, angry, vengeful.

If Love cannot exist outside of God, then our capacity to Love is in God. so, when we finally find someone who we find is worth loving, we will soon discover the side of love that they don't put in valentines day cards. The side of love that is defined by pain and suffering.

When did we decide that love is all sweets and sugar. When did we decide that love was cheesy and soft. Love is probably one of the hardest, most complex and gritty things in this whole world. It is the definition of our Human Race. We are made in the image of Love. We are made to experience Love, and we do. But in our society we have chosen to forget the side of love that is hard, and therefore, many don't know how to love. This is why 51% of first marriages fail.

So, the reason I am writing this post is to SHIFT the perspective of Love. Lets start looking at Love like a gritty word. When you think of love, think of danger, not the bad kind, that denotes evil, but the good kind. Like an adventure with Indiana Jones, where the outcome is a beautiful artifact. Or a battle in Lord of the Rings, lots of death and pain, but they destroyed the Ring! Love is a gritty word. Its not all daisy's and puppies. It's more like Batman and Warfare. The outcome will always be beautiful, if you are willing to fight for it. Love is justice, Love is beauty, Love is pain, Love is grace. True love requires True Grit, just think like John Wayne.

Alone amongst Blurs

Sitting here, surrounded by sound

Voices of people and music invade

My ears and my spirit moves in slow motion

Acknowledging nothing

I’m sitting alone in a crowded room

Where the world and its people come to sit

To escape the hectic and dive within

Into their souls to see their true selves

Solving their problems, aligning equations

Losing their souls in masked invasions

To find a completion to all of this mess

And to place themselves

Where they just might feel blessed

As they sit and stop and search to find

They give blur to the truth and lose their minds

And as I sit alone in a crowded room

Without a soul to caress my lofty heart

No consolation to find for my plagued soul

Alone and lonely and broken apart

From a world of people who look to solve

The problem of pain and the earths resolve

As I sit alone and move in slow motion

I condemn the blurs and masses around

Breaking my soul… that tearing sound

As I seek to solve the problem of pain

But I have all the answers in my brain

Yet I am going insane as I try to solve

The mysteries of them, and the earths resolve

And the circle lies within my eyes

As I sit and peer down from statuesque seat

Unto the blurs of the lost, blind, wandering feet

And I discover why my soul feels so incomplete

Cause I sit and peer and I point at the meek

And I rest amongst the blurs as they are trying to solve

The problem of pain and the earths resolve

When I sit upon the truth, upon my statue

Knowing the truth, yet scared and broken

Until I walk, not lonely again

The circle appears and I feel the sin

Of the circle itself as I wander again

In the sea of lost souls as they are seeking to solve

But I bring clarity there and I bring resolve

To the searching the wanting the desire for truth

As my statue is shattered manacles let loose

And the slumbered awake but the world remains slow

But the blurs are now clear and I see without fear

But the circle has power, and I cannot win

But the strength of the beauty that now lies within

Is that I am not alone, nor broken, nor dim

But a lamp being used to bring light unto him.

The King-Slayer & Snakeskin

The King-Slayer

Who am I? Define my image.
What has been etched on the walls
of my soul? A beautiful corsage,
though life springs forth as it falls
on the wrist of a beloved,
is dying. So what facade
is my image revealing?

Doth my heart resolve to seek what is dying?
to betray myself with fear,
to give into this esteem so blinding,
do I align my fate with that of Lear?
Shall I force away my one pure love
to boost my pride, to find foundation,
and become blind to the devils masked as doves,
until betrayed, I am entirely alone again?

Shall my hair be cut, or sanity lost
whilst in this sea of troubles
I'm turned and tossed?
For the strongest kings betrayed themselves,
for a love they would never find
If they should fall, then to what Hell
should my soul be lost and bind.

Snakeskin

The skins of my path hath been shed.
They lie intact, though they lie behind
the skin is dead, what's said is said,
yet to look upon it, I'm still inclined.

Like the serpent leaves his common case
to freely move with a fresh exterior
his prints are left and you can trace
the scars and marks that he once bore.

So the dead skins of our past do reveal
the mistakes and pain we've left behind.
It speaks truths about us, and though we've healed
Our fingers trace the jagged lines.

The Silent Staff: Inspired By the Invisible Children 25 Event.

God-Ordained and rightly placed,
the staff befell his hand
and thus solemnity took his face,
as he led them to their land.

A brother torn, a prince no more
as he is humbled by the call.
With knees bent hard upon the floor
Enmity 's destroyed by the faithful.

And yet, Man's heart it hath not changed,
as brothers beat enslave and maim.
and thus our Lord doth call our names,
and with a silent staff we are ordained.

for God ordained and rightly placed,
our voices within our throats.
To scream against all injustice,
and to bridge our man-made-moats.

Or to sit in silent protest here,
while our brothers are at war.
To bend our knees with reverent fear,
til enmity is shattered on the floor.


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