Dead for 17,838 days.

Dead for 17,838 days. Today, he reached down from on high and took hold of me.  I was seized with the power beyond understanding, love overflowing, and intoxicating satisfaction of selfless submission in exchange for all my fears.  The wonder of infinite wisdom, the mystery of unconditional grace and the mercy of utmost compassion took hold of me. He had planted eternity in my heart long ago so that I may yearn for him, to be broken, redeemed, and loved.  Desperately I cling on to the edge of His garment and never let go, can't let go.

Fifty Years Gone By...

Nineteen sixty-two 
In black and white gazing
Only twenty, mom
And dad not thirty
Wedding gown flowing
Among strangers staring
Fifty years gone by
Hiding in the attic
To promise land coming
Three little bundles in panic
Through the Bronx clinging
Many nights pain dwelling
Not knowing, not knowing
Never home was dad
Wonder how many jobs he had
And Sonia mom became
Counting garments made
Pricked by needles day by day
Fifty years gone by
Here we are today
Roaring trains overhead
To a house with white picket fence
Seven little bundles more
From the three you made
There is so much more
I can't explain
Green pastures and sunlight rays
You always made
Room with fireplace where we bundled
You always made
Backyard with open space
To run, laugh and dance
You always made
All these years
You carried your bundles
To bring them to a resting place
And there is so much more
I can't explain

To All Men...

A righteous man will never be shaken, he will not fear any other man or thing or circumstance, his heart is steadfast strong trusting in the sovereignty of the ultimate Lord.