Not Original

We create because we are like Him, but we cannot create like Him.




Thanks for that thought Mike.

http://www.relevantmagazine.com/beta/pc_article.php?id=7011

Commitment

Abba,

Into your hands I commit...

Life in Death 

Life Ends

When life ends,
it only begins.

When the knowable ends,
the unknowable begins.

To reach the end of earthly strife,
is to begin that which is eternal life.

This present life is not in vain,
for your works are seen in plain.

Birth is creation by God's great hands,
and death is life in God's great plans.

Be not afraid (young saint, young friar).
Be of courage (young love, young squire).

For home awaits you with great flourish,
You, your soul shall not perish.

The Dark Path

I took a path not long ago,
that placed me in a dark abode.

The sun gave no light,
the moon did not fight.

Coldness abounded.

Sightless confounded.

No one but me traveled this way;
blame rests with me to my dismay.

Running, stumbling no where I go;
vines, thorns pierced among the thro.

Scared, alone I want my home.
It is my path, my sin, my tome.

Who can help this weakened man?
This one who followed his own plan.

Freedom is not in me;
I cannot let this be.

"Help," I call; I shout out loud,
From these lips, once so proud.

No light, no fire.
Only one desire.

For where is my help?
For where is my Hand?

Firewood

What are written words good for?
What are my writings here for?

Uhm...

Aha!

They are good...

For FIREWOOD!

The Back Pocket

What good are back pockets for?

For idle hands,
And rubberbands;

For a deck of cards,
And poems of bards;

For small Bibles,
And long nail files;

For dollar bills,
And Flintstone vitamin pills;

For nonesuch things that anyone brings.

Back pockets are nice and neat and easy to find.
They carry all sorts of things the wearer minds.

That is what back pockets are good for!

Confidence

For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Jesus Christ.

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Vastness surrounds this arid air;
Without me, there would be nothing;
Within me there is everything.

Every journey has a destination. Where are you going? Where have you been? 

Birth

Thus begins my journey of public expression of intimate feelings. Thoughts known to none. Work shown to one. Now open and free. See. Think. Be.

Ask only to be moved by you; from me to Thee.

Here waits the man.


P.S.- Here in the internet space I place my expressions of faith, life, and love. Some original and some borrowed. Please tell me what you think. My one hope is for movement of the unmovable and the pause of the unpausable.