More from the journal

From The Book That Never Was

 The wellsprings of love within the heart often surprise us with their depth. Though we are often shallow in thought or word, what comes from the unseen depths of our heart can be hard to bear. How do we define what is there except to mutter all sorts of unintelligible things that attempt to give flight to the flightless or define the unseen and immortal. Words fail miserably where a look, a touch, a caress, a hug or a kiss are much more complete. Why then do we bother with words other than "I love you?" They are wasted effort when lovers are together and only a valiant attempt when they are apart. Only by their presence can love seat itself in their hearts, take root and grow into beautiful perfection. Only then does what was sown become inseparable and forever part of them. Love becomes who they are.

Creation Anew

 

O' the depth of the perfection

That is the agony of souls.

Unquenchable is Your thirst

As You rend my mortal body.

 

Your weapon has found its mark

And I am deeply wounded.

My heart has been pierced

Spilling my life to the dust.

 

Affliction comes to affliction;

Settling upon my weary shoulders.

Abandonment is my lot.

Suffering is my reward.

 

I am broken, trampled low,

Cast aside and forgotten.

I am burned in Your anger.

Your eyes sear my flesh.

 

I quake to the depths

At the sound of Your voice.

Your breath howls fiercely

Tearing reality asunder.

 

Lightening splits the heavens,

Thunder shakes its foundations

As You approach in Your glory

To gather Your victory harvest.

 

Peace ensues in silence

Deafening in its portent.

The splendor of Your presence

Brings stillness to my heart.

 

I am weak! My strength is gone!

No more shall I resist You.

All of the deceit and deception

Is lifted from my burden.

 

Hatred and malice suddenly vanish

In the delicacy of Your smile.

Strength returns in the glow

Of Your beckoning call.

 

Fear of You has been transformed

To love as life returns to me.

You have renewed my strength

As you become a part of me.

 

You have beckoned! Come!

I heard and have answered

As a new bride does her husband;

In humility just to be near You.

 

You kept me for Your own.

Saved me for Your own.

Love is mine forever and ever

With my new loving creator.

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                      Solitude, "the desert experience,"

                   is life giving. It is the freshness of

                   touching new life within myself. It is

                   the peace in dedication to loving union

                   between God, Spirit, nature, man and

                   self. It is the flowing conversion into

                   song of simple beauty beyond word or

                   expression. It is the stripping of self

                   into the naked real me.

Still another image from Moontear.

The Copic colors used are:

The pen below the T2 marker is Marvy Gold and was used on her blouse.

That is it for this week. May the good Lord bless you and keep you safe. Remember to "Alway Love The Details."

Hope in Love

 

Your Love

                       

Your will is one of mystery,

Of unknown beauty and wealth

In a world smothered within itself

From its own greed and materialism.

              

I reel from your touch of gentleness,

When your wish of me has come

To tell of your need to love others

Through me and my senses.

              

Lord! The pain of that total love

And it’s comforting compassion

Enclose and entwine my heart

In the warmth of quiet peace and joy.

              

Who could come to read this

With understanding eyes and mind

Unless he has been sent by you

To affirm what you have done.

  

Love Is

 

Love is patient selflessness

Though all seems so hopeless.

Love is compassionate faith

In times of troubled heart.

Love is the joy of happiness

That someone else has experienced.

Love is shared pain of life

When someone else is in need.

Love is giving until it hurts

That another may be enriched.

Love is supporting one another

With no promise of self-gain.

Love is gentleness of expression

When a wrong must be corrected.

Love is the music of the soul

Reaching out through glowing eyes.

Promised Vision

 

I have been given a vision

Of promises and dreams untold,

Arrayed before my wondering eyes,

As the wise men of old,

Their star shining high and clear.

 

I have been given a promise

Of a gift of priceless worth

That cannot be earned

Nor ransomed for all the earth.

But given as free gift.

 

I have been given a dream

Only found where stillness hides

And peace reigns in full authority

Amid the clamor of raging tides

Within the doorway of my mind.

 

Wonderful visions of splendor,

Created for you and I,

Prepared at the spoken word

With life that shall never die

By the redeeming love of God.

 

All writings are ãcopyrighted

The shared writings on this blog are all part of a book I tried to have have published. There was no interest at the time so I have been sharing it a little bit at a time on this blog and in other ways. It is hoped you find hope in what is shared.

Another Moontear image. There are 50 images in the series to share. 

The Copic colors used are:

The pen next to the RV52 is a Marvy Gold pen. That is it for this week. May the good Lord Bless and keep you safe. Remember to "Always Love The Details."

Impressions

 

Life is not a place to slide through without a care. Life is not a place lacking in pain or compassion. Life is not a place where answers are freely available. Life is a place to learn, to grow and change into the spiritual being we were created to be.

          Life    

As the sun sets, so life rises and sets.

The four seasons of life are here,

And in a breath, have passed and gone.

All too short is the beginning of life.

              

The springtime comes and goes

With hardly a noticed breath or glance.

Childhood comes and is but a memory

And is gone before it can be captured.

              

All too soon comes the summer

With all its sudden growth and vigor.

Hardly has it begun than it has passed;

The fun of growing and maturing ended.

              

In the span of a breath autumn is here

And harvest of summer plantings begin.

Memories and happy celebrations

Have matured and come into maturity.

              

Soon winter is here and life slows

To prepare for the coming of spring.

We slow in the winter of our journey

To prepare for the coming journey.

              

Life comes, lingers and passes on

To a newness and fullness unknown.

The birth of a new life in this life

That will bloom for all eternity.

Unheard

              

The night rests in silent stillness,

Awaiting every breath that is drawn

While the earth obeys You patiently

Until You call upon the dawn.

 

Tassels, spires of field grass dance

In rhythm to a windswept song

As thunder roars, lightening flashes,

Adding their voices to the throng.

 

Midnight skies, with diamonds twinkling,

Adorn Your head round about,

Crystal clear as loves sweet whispers,

Honoring You without a doubt.

                                              Trust Me

 

Much suffering and loneliness

Has preceded the finding of new life.

Much has been felt and experienced

Since the surrender to Christ.

No end is in sight for me.

But only death on the cross.

I rejoice in this for life teaches

How to share through life's experiences.

 

I cry out in pain with each stroke

Of life's lash of impersonal tribulations.

Weeping with each passing intermission

With exuberance of spirit and joy of heart.

The bitter taste of salted tears

Lingers on at each place of crucifixion

As the life of my old ways slip away

And the freshness of new life settles in.

 

As surely as the nails of Christ

Pierced His hands and feet through,

Affixing Him to the cross of wood,

I too am nailed to the cross of life.

Death of and to self is my companion

Constantly for the rest of my days,

Purifying and renewing my soul,

With peace and love the new foundation.

 

The curtain of the Holiest of Holies

Has been split top to bottom each time

I am crucified and separated from self

To reveal the mysteries of God and Christ.

Renewed pain of self-sacrifice renews

And strengthens the need for dependence

On the Son of the living God, Jesus Christ,

Answering His call of "Trust in Me."

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               It is only important that I am. Any result of being who I am is but a reflection of who I used to be; the result of I was. What I am now I may not be a moment from now. What I was I am no longer.

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      What would I say that would mean anything if I had not first begun to live the very words I am speaking?

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      I cannot learn until I have lived. I do not learn as I live but because I have lived. How my step forward lands tells me how I have lived.

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                      From what place do I come? Where do I

                   travel to? My life seems to lack fancy

                   frills yet is filled with beauty untold.

                   Even by my words I fail to share a life

                   so diverse. No man of degrees am I but a

                   liver of life complete. My life is short,

                   my faults many, though I am perfectly who

                   I am.

All Writings are ãcopyrighted

Another Image from Moontear. The coloring on the original is better than the photo. It is not known why the color seem washed out.

The colors used are;

That is it for this week. May the good Lord Bless and Keep you safe. Remember to "Always Love The Details."

Storms

The Word     

Since God has spoken, man is responsible to act. Responding to Him makes us complete.

A Blend

 I asked for the gift of wisdom

Expecting to see the world in a new way. In unexpected answer, my eyes were opened to see the truth unfolding within my own being. Two worlds lay in open defiance of one another, giving no quarter, showing no mercy. My heart grew faint and my soul shuddered to witness the struggle between eternal and mortal.

My eyes filled with the sorrow of a lifetime; my body knew the pain of hopelessness. The loneliness of what was revealed grew for I did not want to face what was there. The pain of the truth was great and heavy when I found what must be faced within me. Little did I know that I must begin within before I could see what lay round about me.

Tears must be shed, humility learned, suffering accepted and forgiveness given. Confession had to be made before God that I may find and know His forgiveness. To be given a vision of both worlds is to realize they intertwine and blend. A measure of pain within this mortal life to a measure of joy for the eternal life. A balance of both worlds in this life brings living wealth to the eternal now.

Eyes, ears and mind are fully attuned, precisely aligned to all that life is. A receptive heart and soul to truth purifies all knowledge into true wisdom.

Wealth

                 

                  I am wealthy beyond measure.  Can you give a

                  cup of love as payment for a service given?  By what

                  scale would you measure long steadfast friendship?

                  What measure of length is there to gauge the depth

                  of compassion?  Where is the container by which you

                  would measure the volume of my peace?  Is there a

                  place where you can pay to keep happiness from

                  fading away?

 

                  How then should I tell you of wealth but

                  to say it is the fullness of life!  Wealth is not

                  material but the flavor of sweet and sour of daily

                  experience.  Moment by moment, hour by hour, day by

                  day, life savored moment by moment.  Years

                  overflowing with pain and joy in a mixture of

                  peace, toil and happiness with not one second

                  passing unnoticed.  Life is a measure of wealth

                  only when you do not think it owes you but that

                  you owe life for its generosity.

                 

                  So walk in the summer sun slowly and play

                  briskly on cold winter days.  Drink in the

                  panorama of scenery or focus on the single lily in

                  the field.  Take a deep breath of cool air or touch

                  a friend in loving attentiveness.  Close your eyes

                  and listen to music quietly soothing tensions

                  away.  Let every sense come alive to the life that

                  glows so brightly all about you filling your

                  treasuries to the fullest and making you wealthy

                  beyond measure.

 Hand in Hand

                   He said, " Come to me my little one," and I cried.

              He said, " Be not afraid for I am here," and I cried.

          I said, " Yes my Lord! I am yours," and He smiled.

               I said, " Take my hand that I may follow," and He smiled.

           He said, " Take my hand that I may give you peace and joy," and I cried.

                           All writings are  ãcopyrighted

Another image from Moontear.

Copic colors used are:

That is it for this week. I will post a few more writings from yesteryear next week. May the good Lord Bless and Keep you safe. Remember to "Always Love The Details."