A jester of your will...

I am a poet in disguise, a jester of your will. I know you are there but I don’t know who you are. My flesh murmurs again and again. You remind me constantly. I am overwhelmed with stupefied awe of the perfect lightness of your being. The insatiable paradox within yearns to sense the insensible, to see the invisible. The the black hole vortex ravishes me into the infinite depths of blackness. Yet, in an instant, I am stilled by the delicacy of a tea cup resting beneath the lamp on a perfect Sunday afternoon. I could hear your whispers calling.

Then you leave me and left alone I am. Or is it I that leave you? Am I unable to resist the vile that festers in me? Too weak to liberate myself from the shackles of my own imprisonment and not able to face you knowing full well that you hear me the loudest in my silence. I am tiring and I seek the transfusion of the spirit through every vein in my soul...

Forgiveness...

Forgiveness doesn't merely mean we are forgiven and saved from hell and now can go on with our lives. Forgiveness means that we are now "forgiven" into a newly created relationship which identifies me with God in Christ. This is the miracle of redemption...the transformation of the unholy one into the standards of the perfect one.

-Oswald Chambers

Something you should know ...

...nothing is ever what it seems.

A Discourse on Fear...

I'm gonna have to let you go...

Over the rainbow...

Over the rainbow rests my soul
gazing back with wistful eyes.
Morning dew crystals
on dandelions settling
and purple lilacs bloom.
Children's laughter distant
echos among angels' wings.
Mother's voices embracing
with gentle winds calling...