Poetry: Literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
Flayed before the throne of God, My heart, My soul, This emerging, this growth, this transformation It is hard, but good. Flayed before the throne of God, Gratefully; Truth manifest as the flesh quivers before His power, I am undone, yet he is released. It is good with my soul, It is good. william mark … More Flayed
. Eternity waits. It waits longingly for those trapped in time, Eternity waits. It waits for all troubled souls, The broken-hearted, The wanderer’s longing for a home, Eternity waits. It waits for the faithful, Waits for the hopeful, Waits for the lonely, Eternity waits. It waits for us … More Eternity Waits; two
Eternity awaits, us trapped in time. We the living ones with hope. We who know the author of time wait while trapped within it. Those fortunate ones who have gone before, wait for us. We go to them, they can not come to us. Us who wait on eternity, it comes to us, … More Eternity Waits; one
Becoming True, Is it up to me or up to you? Am I what you think, what they think, or what I think? Am I my true self or a fiction of my, or their, imagination? What am I really and who decides what is true? It’s about you, not me! He said, ” I … More Becoming True II
Pained by the loss, Pained by the suffering, Pained by the brokenness, Pained by injustice; Pained? How long, how much more can we take? Sweet release come to me, fill me with your grace and mercy. Be in me what I can not, fill me with forgiveness. Spirit of Truth come to me fill me … More Pained
A song I sing for the Creator Supreme, of love and loss, the captivating cost of reality. Truth works out, love works in, peace is wrought by struggles through sin. We wrestle and strive to overcome vanity and pride, Yet life is had when we turn aside to trust. Love works it out, truth works … More A Song to the Creator
I was asleep; I awoke. In my waking I realized, His person was in my person, I awoke and realized the Messiah and I are one. I was asleep and awoke with his person in my person, And I realized it is true, we are one, we are. He is that he is, … More Awake
” I knew the real was yonder and the darkened dream of it was here,” says Black Elk. Black Elk speaks, speaks of things, Things seen and things that came, and things to come. Black Elk speaks still. Words on paper speak. “Grandfathers, you behold me! What you have said to me, I am now performing! Hear me … More I Knew Then
Deep abiding waters still with wisdom’s age Silent. Deep abiding waters, of my heart of my soul Deep abiding waters still before me lay Silent. I stared into your waters and I cried, I cried. I stared into your waters and I cried and drank. I know, my sorrow and my pain carved out the … More Abiding Waters
“Time” was written in Venice, Italy the summer of 1985. Young, in love with life, and studying architecture abroad; I struggled much. Written before I understood that time is now or it is not at all. Because of these words I came to know that now is the only time we have… Time. In … More Time
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