Wednesday, May 7, 2014

It Is Finished

How exactly does one conquer fear? Is it necessary to stare your enemy in the face and remain standing once he has backed away? Do you have to overcome him physically, emotionally, or mentally? All three? Do you have to face it again and again until the fear no longer lingers? Is it required to never show even the slightest hint of fear? Do you have to convince yourself of the rare chance of danger and the even lesser possibility of death? Does reason even have a place amongst fear?

Or is it the way of a conqueror to simply be in the presence of your deepest fear, knowing full well of every dangerous or hurtful possibility? Stand knowing that you will face the same foe again and remain trembling, but even amidst the shaky knees and quivering hands to remain. Not necessarily seeing yourself standing over the dead body of the dreaded enemy, but rather, leaning back against the arms of someone you know has already overcome the enemy for you.

Nineteen Million Things

I will not lose wonder
I choose to be in awe
Searching upward and under
Finding beauty in every flaw
In springtime I love cluttery
Flower beds growing free
And butterflies winding, fluttering
Nineteen million directions before me
And I sit there and wonder
Why I wasn't made with wings
I would fly upward and under
And see nineteen million things
But I'm stuck on the ground
Which is the best place to be
In Autumn I look around
I am surrounded by trees
Who happen to be scattering
Their summer set of clothes
The green is no longer flattering
Instead it's all reds and golds
That in itself is a wonder
Nineteen million shades of fall
I will keep looking upwards and under
And maybe someday see them all

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Creator to His Creations

I  bring peace. I create beauty. I cherish harmony. I desire love from my creation. I demand reverance through my wonders. I am wisdom, and freely give of myself. My decrees are just. I am the perfect judge. Your imagination has few boundaries, now imagine mine. I designed your brain. Just try to fathom the depths of my intellect. No person in history has been unaffected by me. People discuss and argue over my influence, but I was and am and will be there. I am consistence. I am faithfulness.

Take my perspective, just for a moment. My creation bickering amongst itself, deciding whether or not they will allow me to be part of "their" government, money, future. Oh funny little things, and ironic! Humans; thinking yourselves to be very wise and open minded, but choosing to take the most wise and loving Creator out of everything that I can possibly be removed from. Making the only just and true God a myth, a tradition. Having a form of morality and godliness, but denying My power. Thankfully though, I also have a sense of humor. How else could I love, cherish, and find pleasure from such silly little creations?