In the depths of my soul
searching in for purpose
something I can rely on
something I find fulfilling
passions stirring in my heart
this filled cup's spilling over
my souls caught in eternity
beauty beyond understanding
Caught in your gaze I am
this love has no direction
no boundaries my eyes see
air's true, now there is no air
The only sky can be your face
shining these truest colors
delighting onto my cheeks
love founded to be true anew
do not leave me falling to dark
blackness shall fill my spirit
craving with no deliverance
the only sky can be your face
Saturday, April 7, 2007
To God
Friday, April 6, 2007
a time for hate.
You know what I hate?
I hate how sin gets into us and changes us.
I hate how sin is just a tweak, and that it's destructive.
I hate that sin is a tweak, and so it doesn't seem bad.
Yet it's taking us away from beauty that we should have,
a beauty that really gives us amazing rewards,
things better then a simple poor excuse for a
rewarding experience.
I hate how sin gets into us and changes us.
I hate how sin is just a tweak, and that it's destructive.
I hate that sin is a tweak, and so it doesn't seem bad.
Yet it's taking us away from beauty that we should have,
a beauty that really gives us amazing rewards,
things better then a simple poor excuse for a
rewarding experience.
beautiful
Think. Think contemplatively.
Where would you right now, find the most serenity?
What do you see right now in your mind, where are you traveling right now?
Contemplative,
It's an interesting word.
Let me paint you a picture, I am sitting beside and beneath a waterfall. The sun is shinning, and it's a warmly hot day, perfect for the mist to come down and gently caress my face, almost as if someone is comforting you softly. But wait, no, it's us we are both sitting there, the sun poking holes in the shade, their dance ordained by the winds soft currents. There are butterflies, baby blue, yellow, cherry purple, and monarchs. They don't speak to us, but it's almost as if they are easing us to lie down, lie close and watch the trees sway while being calmed by the gentle thunder of the waterfall up ahead. The moss soft, mountains stretching far, clear blue skies, and rich soil. Time for a sleep, time for a nap, just ease those eyes shut, don't close them fast or you'll wreck the moment, our sentences trailing off into enjoyed silence. We are at peace, life is perfect for these moments, God seems to have come down, life stills, the water has slowed down to a crawl, and then stops. We have fallen asleep, peaceful sleep. Where we can relax and dream about the perfect moments in our lives (if you want you can take that moment now), just like the one that just passed.
Dream if you want for a minute.
What a wonderful world we live in, what an absolutely wonderful world, where we can all get along and live, where we can see beauty if we choose to.
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen, most people think is ugly. The most beautiful thing I have heard of is grotesque, the most wonderful thing I could thank for is appalling.
Yet we live in a world of beauty. The second,
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
But I do know what to do, I can go after you, and love you, and Cherish you as a person whom God created, who God made in an image like himself, a being who is unique, special and divine, even with all your shortfalls, you have one thing on me, your you. I may not be able to live with you, or have a family with you, but your you and we could be deep, deeper then spouses. You would be as a brother or sister to me, and our relationship pure, pure as gold.
We live in a beautiful world.
It just needs a little light, a little light so people can see it clearly. Perhaps this world is so beautiful that we might, as people, aspire to be beautiful too.
Where would you right now, find the most serenity?
What do you see right now in your mind, where are you traveling right now?
Contemplative,
It's an interesting word.
Let me paint you a picture, I am sitting beside and beneath a waterfall. The sun is shinning, and it's a warmly hot day, perfect for the mist to come down and gently caress my face, almost as if someone is comforting you softly. But wait, no, it's us we are both sitting there, the sun poking holes in the shade, their dance ordained by the winds soft currents. There are butterflies, baby blue, yellow, cherry purple, and monarchs. They don't speak to us, but it's almost as if they are easing us to lie down, lie close and watch the trees sway while being calmed by the gentle thunder of the waterfall up ahead. The moss soft, mountains stretching far, clear blue skies, and rich soil. Time for a sleep, time for a nap, just ease those eyes shut, don't close them fast or you'll wreck the moment, our sentences trailing off into enjoyed silence. We are at peace, life is perfect for these moments, God seems to have come down, life stills, the water has slowed down to a crawl, and then stops. We have fallen asleep, peaceful sleep. Where we can relax and dream about the perfect moments in our lives (if you want you can take that moment now), just like the one that just passed.
Dream if you want for a minute.
What a wonderful world we live in, what an absolutely wonderful world, where we can all get along and live, where we can see beauty if we choose to.
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen, most people think is ugly. The most beautiful thing I have heard of is grotesque, the most wonderful thing I could thank for is appalling.
Yet we live in a world of beauty. The second,
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
But I do know what to do, I can go after you, and love you, and Cherish you as a person whom God created, who God made in an image like himself, a being who is unique, special and divine, even with all your shortfalls, you have one thing on me, your you. I may not be able to live with you, or have a family with you, but your you and we could be deep, deeper then spouses. You would be as a brother or sister to me, and our relationship pure, pure as gold.
We live in a beautiful world.
It just needs a little light, a little light so people can see it clearly. Perhaps this world is so beautiful that we might, as people, aspire to be beautiful too.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Losing our spiritual abilities and senses
"What can you see" says the man who cannot see. But the deaf man said nothing , for he was choosing to ignore the blind man. The mute man became angry at the deaf man, and signaled to him that he should say sorry. The blind man had no idea of what was going on, but was glad to hear the apology. The deaf man thought this whole thing was useless and voiced his opinion to the two others. The mute man thought of an easy way to get out of their predicament, but the blind man didn't see him signal any of the words and began to walk away. The deaf man had no idea the blind man was walking away, and became frustrated when he saw the mute man throw a stone at the blind man to get his attention. The blind man got fairly annoyed at the mute man for not being able to see the rock coming, he knew it wasn't the deaf man because he would have just called out. Finally the mute man sat down due to frustration by having become stumped for words to say.
I find this story holds many truths about life for us. We are sometimes one of these men, or all three. As we walk through life we may become blinded by pride, muted by shame or guilt, and deaf because of the distractions that fill our lives. The worst part is that we never were born like this, but we choose to become this way, were not blind, we just don't choose to look, Although to people around us, it seems we are blind. Working together, and with God requires that we are able to hear see and speak, other wise we will end up getting nowhere.
I find this story holds many truths about life for us. We are sometimes one of these men, or all three. As we walk through life we may become blinded by pride, muted by shame or guilt, and deaf because of the distractions that fill our lives. The worst part is that we never were born like this, but we choose to become this way, were not blind, we just don't choose to look, Although to people around us, it seems we are blind. Working together, and with God requires that we are able to hear see and speak, other wise we will end up getting nowhere.
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