Sometime In The Night

what is left to say,

that has not already been said?

we live in a world

where quiet heroism means nothing,

ruled by those who go forth

boasting of every accomplishment,

crying out every great deed,

putting others down

that they may be lifted up,

a world where truth and effort

are no longer rewarded,

only loud mouth trash talking

and instant self-gratification;

we live in a world

ruled by television and play stations,

where might makes right

and ends justify means,

a make believe world

in which there is no longer room

for simple lives or

even simpler dreams;

we live in a world

of our own choosing,

a death within the dead,

a soft quiet whisper

among the shadows,

a hot white empty light

filled slowly and surely

by the dark innocent night;

the moment passes us by,

on its way to lost foreign shores,

where mourning vessels await,

hidden among broken smiles,

cold and dark, filled with a lover’s passion,

her eyes shining like liquid night;

seen by all,

but touched by none.

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Tell Them (12/08/03)

feel me now,

that you might know

all is not without hope;

tell them who I was so that they may know,

tell them I was a lost and forgotten brother of the eternal flame,

a dry empty flask of flesh, filled with defiled innocent blood,

a quiet whisper in the wind, from which there is no rest,

a drifting soul of passion with a hot burning thirst

for the sordid whores juice, that can never

be filled;

tell them who I was so that they may know,

that they might see there was more,

than this cosmic, shackled, clown into which I was turned,

this bright, speckled feathered beast, upon which vultures feed;

tell them I was more;

that I was a sailor sailing into the gentle setting sun,

on eternal ships of blazing fire and steel,

adrift upon blue, forgotten seas where few have been,

a lonely, lonesome traveler, traveling down lost endless roads,

ruled by the darkness of a thousand nights,

hidden in ancient temples

where children of belligerent gods play,

giving thanks to idols of leisure

that they might be safe in soft warm beds of gold;

tell them;

that I was a lover,

a brother,

a son,

a man;

a poet.

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Just a Little While Longer

I have seen how quickly

forever can be,

in this life which never stops,

as her and I play silent games

never discussed,

but we both know exist,

whispering softly during mad,

passionate lovemaking,

pretending not to notice

the shifting and rearranging

of roles and rules

which have stood from the beginning,

our souls touching those things

never before touched,

virgins in a virgin less world,

innocents among the guilty,

hidden truths lying

among dark and terrible days,

coming forth,

revealing venomous and blasphemous things

as they really are,

and she finally hears the song

which no one else has heard,

words which can never be said,

the final mask removed,

and now;

she has it all;

no longer afraid,

of the power she holds in her hands,

to destroy all that there is,

as I beg for the final thrust;

it rises for just a little while longer.

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A Long Way

if I could still feel the wind,

you know that I would,

the voices come slowly now,

like strangers in the night,

never quite sure,

when or if they will return,

mystery gives way

to bright white illumination,

hot and searing,

seeking inner truths,

but finding only minor revelations

and hidden indecision;

you and I old friend,

have come a long way,

on a journey with no beginning

and without end,

you have shown me a tomorrow,

while taking the yesterdays,

and for this;

I shall love you forever.

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holding on

we hold on

to moments;

seconds,

minutes,

hours,

days,

years;

we hold on

to forever;

the light burns low,

dignity all that is left,

love the final offering;

in the end,

triumphing over all.

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grieve

I would do it,

but the finality of it all

stands in the way;

the uncertainty,

the hesitation,

sometimes I think,

this is the way it should be,

all the time;

beyond feeling,

beyond caring,

beyond knowing,

beyond rewrites and

perfection,

beyond judgment,

beyond misery,

beyond charades,

beyond lies,

beyond self-delusion;

beyond love and fantasy,

beyond wondering and doubt;

beyond self;

every denial demands

atonement,

every question requires

answer,

for every gift

there is a price,

for everything worth having

there is a cost;

I wish it were not so,

I wish there was another way;

madness rules,

darkness lights the way,

You are all that is left

at the end of the day,

there are things

bigger than ourselves,

beyond thinking or reason,

things that matter most,

things that define

who we are;

the miles go by,

the years pass,

the end is near,

this poverty has

another face,

another kind of soul,

quiet and alone,

frightened and confused;

suicide can be so blind,

nothing more than

a whisper,

spitting and sputtering,

laughing and pretending;

you cannot love anyone,

until you have learned

to grieve for everyone.

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Soon Enough

love,

death,

hate,

war;

soon enough,

soon enough;

shadows fall upon

hidden fields,

covering invisible wounds,

followed by morning

inconsistencies,

somewhere lies

middle ground,

fresh and innocent,

untested and true,

struggling among

the forgotten debris,

running from unknown

memories,

lost within the dirty details;

soon enough,

soon enough;

you think you know,

but you do not,

you never can,

you never will,

there is so much more,

so much beyond

all that you can see,

so much more

than you can ever know;

quiet moments,

late night visits,

fallen kingdoms,

far away dreams;

soon enough,

soon enough.

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Hypocrite

“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Brother, let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when you yourself fail to see the plank in your own eye? No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit. Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers. The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.”   Luke 6:41-45

The acts of the sinful nature are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying of each other.   Galatians 5:19-26

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love; not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.   I John 4:7-12

I struggle,

everyday I struggle,

I struggle against the desire,

against the lust,

against the greed,

against the flesh,

against the world;

how can I remove the speck

from my brother’s eye,

when I cannot even remove the plank

from my own?

I listen to the opinions,

I read the words of

vanity and self-righteousness,

everywhere is hatred and rage,

everywhere is judgment and condemnation;

is not a tree is known by it’s fruit?

no good tree bears bad fruit,

nor does a bad tree bear

good fruit;

does not vengeance belong to the Lord?

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everyday

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” Matthew 6:25-27

“Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it.” Matthew 10:39

That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:15-16

And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst. John 6:35

some hold on a little

longer,

some a little less,

eventually,

the sun sets

on us all,

in the end we

become equal,

as cruel as this

might seem,

it is

unconditional and

without favor;

God is no respecter

of persons;

I think about all the

missed opportunities,

all the special individuals,

all the moments which

slipped through my fingers,

the chances to tell them

how very unique they were,

how much I loved them,

but the time came and went;

now they are gone;

everyday I wait for freedom,

everyday I hang on for tomorrow,

everyday I fight the battle,

everyday I lose the war;

life is not about happiness and joy,

life is not about self-discovery,

life is not about self-satisfaction, or

self-motivation, or any kind of self

at all;

life is about love

and forgiveness,

life is about doing unto others

as you would have them

do unto you,

life is about coming to the

realization that we all have

fallen short,

that none of us are going

to escape on our own,

life is about loving God

with all your mind and

heart;

everyday I wait for freedom,

everyday I hang on for tomorrow,

everyday I fight the battle,

everyday I lose the war.

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Friend

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.   1 Corinthians 13:4-7

I watch you blossom,

I hear the joy in your voice,

I see the happiness on your face,

I feel the peace within your heart;

my beautiful desert flower,

my warm, sweet dream,

my refuge within the storm,

my last pure thought;

you are my friend,

I love you unconditionally,

I love you completely;

I always will.

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A Day at the Mall

Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them. For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world. The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.1 John 2:15-17

He also told them this parable: “Can the blind lead the blind? Will they not both fall into a pit? The student is not above the teacher, but everyone who is fully trained will be like their teacher.   Luke 6:39-40

I look at the latest gadgets,

the coolest toys,

the ultimate possessions;

all I see are things,

pieces of trash;

dead,

useless,

plastic,

lifeless;

my soul yearns for more,

my soul yearns for You;

I have spoken the words

You gave me,

I have shared the truth

You taught me,

I am tired,

I am worn,

there is nothing left,

nothing I desire;

I am ready for what

comes next;

blind guides leading the blind,

in love with the sound

of their own voices,

lost within the illusion,

deceived by their own vanity,

fading fountains of mist,

disappearing clouds of vapor;

here today,

gone tomorrow;

bring me home to You.

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Adonai

The LORD says to my lord: “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet.” The LORD will extend your mighty scepter from Zion, saying, “Rule in the midst of your enemies!” Your troops will be willing on your day of battle. Arrayed in holy splendor, your young men will come to you like dew from the morning’s womb. The LORD has sworn and will not change his mind: “You are a priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.” The Lord is at your right hand; he will crush kings on the day of his wrath. He will judge the nations, heaping up the dead and crushing the rulers of the whole earth. He will drink from a brook along the way, and so he will lift his head high.   Psalm 110:1-7

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.   John 1:1-5

Adonai;

above You there is no other,

You are the beginning,

You are the end,

You are all there is;

Adonai;

You stretch out Your hand,

the raging winds become calm,

You speak and by Your words alone,

a universe is created;

Adonai;

You are truth,

You are light,

You are righteousness,

You are holy;

Adonai;

before You do I fall,

through You am I redeemed,

by Your will do I stand,

through Your love am I saved;

Adonai;

forgive my foolishness,

rebuke me as a Father rebukes a son,

fill me with Your truth and love,

teach me Your righteous ways;

Adonai.

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My Little Girl

you were my little girl,

I held your tiny hand,

I caressed your golden locks,

I kissed your innocent forehead,

I wiped away

your falling tears;

now you have disappeared,

replaced by a stranger

I no longer recognize,

changing and rearranging

until there is nothing left

of the little girl

who once was mine;

in the night,

the dreams come,

as I hopelessly reach out,

trying to hold you

once again,

trying to pull you back

from the approaching darkness,

trying to protect you

from dangers unseen,

not willing to give up,

not willing to lose my little girl

without a fight;

but then I awake,

and you are not there;

inside I mourn for you,

as one mourns for a lost child,

I grieve for a little girl,

forever gone;

I want to tell you that I love you,

that I always will,

and that I miss you,

more than you can possibly know;

and that no matter what,

you will always be

my little girl.

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Almost a Religion

in the morning, I am reduced

to plates of cheetos and potato chips,

attempting to satisfy the great beast within,

whom I share this life with,

chained upon prison walls,

surviving, all the while sinking deeper

into these pits of ultimate depravity;

can it sink any lower?

occasionally it becomes far too personal,

as I take a step back,

taking refuge among the reality of it all,

finishing up the chores and lesser known deeds

along the way, for which there is no thanks,

even from those who know it all to well,

it is then reason comes through,

sharp and crystal clear,

like lightning bolts on dark, starless nights,

showing limitations for what they are;

and how little there really is;

we are as nothing, when compared to this storm,

yet still we defy the fury,

providing mystery to this epiphany of endless rushing fools,

where not a one survives, in spite of mighty cries

for merciful solutions;

that which means the most,

is usually the least of it,

in the eyes of those who see only for themselves,

as this great dream continues on,

winding down endless roads

for which there is no choice,

only illusions, changing shape with a wave of the hand,

twisting and weaving,

into something new and fresh,

until the outer layer is removed,

only to find the same old story,

inside brand new skin,

like a giant vacuum,

sucking all that there is

into its deep dark hole,

as some hold on a little longer than the rest,

but eventually, even they are swept away

by the weight of those standing above,

waiting their turn, for the great slide

into this vast, empty wasteland,

called life;

mowing the lawn,

on cloudy, rainy, Sunday afternoons,

can be most rewarding,

depending upon the method

by which it is approached,

and the spirit in which it is given,

in fact;

it is almost a religion.

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The Art of Making Love

changes are never easy, even now

when I began writing seriously, many years ago, sometime after high school, after I came to the realization that I had been writing poetry most of my life (just never knew that's what it was) (thank you to my old English Teachers). I sought the advice of some of the most relevant poets of our times. Some responded, some didn't, but the conclusion I finally came to was none of their opinions mattered, the only opinion that mattered was my own.This was written about the time of that revelation. This goes out to all the 'teachers' in my life, most of whom taught me more then they ever realized, just not the things they thought they were teaching.

early morning light,

remembering

making love to you

last night,

everything

ceasing to exist,

and for a moment,

life was only

a transition,

changing

with each touch

of your tender lips;

I am told,

by those

much wiser than I,

that words must be

learned,

that to live,

you must study

someone else’s life,

if this is true,

then I suppose

you cannot make love

without watching

xxx movies;

I say,

make your own words,

live your own life,

learn to make love

in your own way;

then;

it will be your words,

it will be your life,

it will be your love;

not some teachers.

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Cost of Living

what is the cost of living?

sadness,

joy,

sorrow,

suffering,

pain,

hopelessness,

satisfaction,

fulfillment,

emptiness,

loneliness,

death;

decisions made,

consequences paid;

for every breath there is a cost;

evil in the name of righteousness,

hypocrisy in the form of light,

of such things are men made,

by such things do they fall,

standing fast on truths

they understand not,

blinded by sanctimonious testimony,

lost on roads leading to nowhere;

who shall pay the debt?

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Wasted Days and Wasted Lives

today was one of those

wasted days, where you

plan to do so many things,

yet you wind up doing nothing,

laying around in your pajamas,

all grass and weeds, which need

cutting and trimming, quietly

growing outside;

you go back to bed and

sleep until one in the

afternoon,

you eat your wife’s Reeses Cups

and Kit Kat bars,

then feel guilty and tell yourself

you’ll run to the store later

and buy her some more,

but you only leave the house

to take the dog outside,

taking a double shot

of insulin, trying to keep

your blood sugar under 400;

yes, a completely wasted,

unproductive day;

you try to write,

so the day won’t be

a complete loss,

a little redemption for wasting

an entire day,

but it doesn’t help,

you think about things

you haven’t thought about

in a long, long time,

you think about people and

places which have come

and gone,

about plans and dreams

that never worked out;

you think about life,

you think about death,

you think about lies,

you think about hypocrisy,

all the bullshit in this life,

all the nonsense and chaos;

you think about monsters,

dark and evil,

stealing the innocence

and faith from young

children,

taking all they have,

leaving them to grow up

with nothing left to give,

you think about all the lives

wasted by wars and greed,

all the suffering in the name

of ego and pride,

you think about truth,

and know that there is

only One;

and all the wasted days and

wasted lives are the

only proof you’ll ever need.

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Purity

she has a genuinely gentle soul,

fresh and clean,

innocent and angelic,

a rare find,

in a world of trash-talking,

self-promoting,

self-righteous,

hypocrisy;

like an ancient dream,

it haunts you,

waking you up

in the middle of the night,

transcending gender

or flesh,

thinking of the purity,

tasting the sweetness,

wondering about the

authenticity,

like a moth drawn

to the flickering flame,

unable to turn away,

fluttering closer and closer,

basking in the residual

glow.

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now it begins

When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour   

Revelations 8:1

night does approach,

dreams do fade,

silence awaits,

time no more;

now it begins;

love fades,

hypocrisy rises,

iniquity abounds,

self-proclaimed children of light,

fingers of judgment,

objects of wrath,

calm,

cool,

arrogant;

no mourning,

no shame,

no remorse,

sitting as a queen;

in one day her plagues

will overtake her.

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The More I Get to Know People

Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.   Luke 23:34

While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Then he fell on his knees and cried out, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he had said this, he fell asleep.   Acts 7:59-60

Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.   Matthew 18:21-22

For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.   Matthew 6:14-15

the more I get to know people,

the more I understand just how messed up

they truly are;

the truth is most people are

hypocrites and fakes,

hiding behind self-righteous walls

and smoking mirrors,

pretending to be kind and gracious,

when inside they are ravenous dogs,

concerned only with themselves

and their agendas,

talking about being positive,

talking about good works,

when all they are really concerned with

is political correctness and making

themselves look magnanimous;

the more I get to know people,

the more I begin to understand just how

great God is;

loving unconditionally,

forgiving completely;

the more I get to know people,

the more I know that on my own,

I could never truly forgive and love others,

that it requires a power much

bigger than myself,

a power much greater than what I possess;

a power that is righteous,

a power that is perfect,

a power that is holy.

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The Face of True Evil/Prepare Yourself

For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.   Matthew 24:24

Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake. And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.   Matthew 24:9-13

I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”   Luke 18:8

true evil has no face,

it shifts, it moves,

swaying back and forth,

like grains of sand

blowing gently in the wind,

quietly infiltrating its way

into minds and souls in high

and mighty places,

enticing and alluring;

irresistible;

the ultimate chameleon,

making changes so subtle

they are barely perceptible;

deception in the name

of innocence;

taking shape without

worry or care,

then disappearing like magic,

into the thin night air;

true evil has no face,

it goes by many names;

eminent domain,

manifest destiny,

for god and country,

true religion,

the chosen race,

national pride,

the final solution,

genocide;

to name a few;

and when it has come and gone,

none but a few even realize

it has passed their way

at all;

the time is coming,

when everything you think

you know,

everything you believe

to be true,

will be challenged,

turned upside down;

the world,

technology,

science,

reality,

your eyes,

your ears,

your mind,

will tell you that

what you believe cannot

possibly be true,

deceiving even the elect,

if that were possible;

will you still have your faith

then?

what is right will be wrong,

what is up will be down,

what is righteous will be evil;

when they torture and kill you,

they’ll believe they are

doing God’s work;

will you still have faith then?

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All That is Left

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.   John 15:13

“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.”   John 15:18-19

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.   1 Corinthians 13:1-13

love is not telling

someone what they

want to hear,

not about being positive

or keeping your mouth shut,

not happy thoughts or

living in fantasy worlds

which do not exist;

love is telling someone

what they need to hear,

whether it means they

will love you in return

or not,

love is sometimes

struggle and pain,

sometimes sorrow

and tears;

sometimes torture

and death;

the world does not understand

love such as this,

just as it does not understand.

that someday,

when the flesh has withered

and decayed,

when knowledge and wisdom

are gone,

when hope and faith serve no

purpose;

all that will be left

is love.

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Naked

When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves. Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?” He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.” And he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree I commanded you not to eat from?”   Genesis 3:6-11

“You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see. Those to whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him and he with me.”   Revelation 3:17-20

once more you open my eyes,

showing me just how blind

I really am,

how wretched, pitiful and poor

I have become,

revealing the evil lurking inside,

uncovering all the filth,

the inadequacies,

the incompleteness,

the nakedness;

Lord I am so far away!

I hear Your voice,

softly counseling,

gently rebuking,

quietly disciplining;

showing me the path

leading to You;

Father, remove this darkness once again,

heal the wounds as only You can,

renew all that I am,

fill me with Your precious Holy Spirit,

bathe me in Your glorious light;

make me a son

of the living God.

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Trap

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.   Ecclesiastes 1:9

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.   Proverbs 3:5-8

the fear grows,

the panic sets in,

another tyrant,

another war,

another group of

evil doers;

pointing fingers,

assigning blame,

passing judgment,

plotting retribution,

giving in to emotions,

deceived by the illusion;

falling into the trap;

nothing has changed,

nothing is new,

just a different name,

just another place,

what sad, pathetic fools

we are;

blinded by self-worth,

slaves to preconceived ideas,

prisoners of dying flesh,

controlled by irrational fears,

forever repeating history,

forever trusting in imperfect

and limited comprehension;

forever falling into the trap;

everyday Your grace begins anew,

everyday You open the door,

everyday You help me to rise,

everyday You teach me more.

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Hope?

“Life is a tale told by an idiot – full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” – William Shakespeare.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.   Ecclesiastes 1:9

“See that I am He! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to life, I have wounded and I will heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand. Deuteronomy 32:39

we live, we die,

we laugh, we cry;

there is nothing new under the sun;

all the accomplishments of man,

all the clever, flowing words,

are but meaningless dust,

vanities and vexations,

twisting and blowing,

scattering on the shifting wind,

dark mists of evaporating vapor,

clanging gongs of raucous sound,

deep reservoirs of hopeless hope,

obstinate children full of excess

and self-glorification,

pompous celebrations of mediocrity

and drivel,

early morning shadows,

disappearing with the

noon day sun;

here today,

gone tomorrow;

they are nothing,

nothing at all;

not one can bring

life from death,

not one can escape the grave;

without You there is no meaning,

without You there is no truth,

without You there is no light;

without You there is no life.

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Verdict

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.   Ecclesiastes 1:9

“This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil.”   John 3:19

everyday I prepare for battle,

everyday I fight the fight,

some days I win,

some days I lose;

some days I barely break even;

we talk of change,

we hope for a better way,

but at the end of the day,

everything remains the same;

there is nothing new under the sun;

we are what we are

because that is what we choose to be,

unable to be anything else,

shadows, disappearing with

the noon day sun,

fodder flailing in the wind,

failing and re-failing,

facsimiles wasting away

like rotting refuse;

guilty as charged;

where does it all end?

where does it all begin?

like a mighty, rolling river,

flowing from here to there,

without reason,

without rhyme;

where does it all end?

do not leave me here

in this land of dying corpses,

breathe new life into my lungs,

restore the light before my eyes,

pull me from this drowning world;

bring me home to You.

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Less

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.  Ecclesiastes 1:9

I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.  Ecclesiastes 1:14

with each passing day,

I see the hopelessness,

I feel the futility,

I understand the inadequacy;

I have been to the edge,

I have seen all there is to see,

I have known all there is to know,

I have said all there is to say;

there is nothing new under the sun;

old homes fade,

new ones crumble into the dust,

this world, this life,

no meaning, no purpose;

without You;

holding on,

waiting for a different way,

desperately searching for the light

of a brand new day,

standing accused,

guilty as charged,

nowhere left to run,

nothing more to hide,

line after line,

coming and going,

flowing like a mighty river,

and still

it is not enough;

I am less

than what You

made  me to be.

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