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Winter Wishings Prayers and Poems

November 23, 2011

At home, alone in peace with the Lord and his word.
all things considered all things observed, happiness is in me,
amongst the urges under pure observance, sense in
feeling the inside of the head is like being a submarine of awareness,
venturing on what I call me
center is in me, center right through me,
center is default without mind and distraction
yet it’s so hard to get to,
being in me, my mind is so quick to lead me away
focus on extremities holding and grabbing
putting things in me and letting things out
such a curious business we all go about
a walking tube with a fire
I better burn for a purpose
to heat my Lord when he’s cold,
to help others see this tube is not “me”
Lord I know you may arrive in wrath
in a storm, in a fearful image, or what you will
help me to wait patiently for your arrival
and call upon you continuously when I am in need
or when I have been filled with joy and rejoicing because of your mercy
help me to be more grateful of your continuous mercy and love,
more aware of your infinite presence and care
I love you, have mercy and know, as I am still tonight,
my heart is for you and your will for the keeping. Selah

recording the mind on paper
as I observe the self through time
self does not belong to me or to anyone
when free of ego and set free
channels open and flows descend and combine
waterfalls gently caress ever so slightly
the rocks behind the moving wall
this wall was not built and will not crumble
but is always falling with a peaceful roar
the distant rumble a constant reminder
of gravity’s gift, gaia’s greatness,
the goblet of good
the cold mist can make me shudder
clench my shoulders and shiver
but what is life without sensation?
material cessation, a spiritual recreation
God knows

In the midst of battle swords clash and horses rear,
the end of this blood bath must be near
whether it’s a trumpet sound
that marks the end of just a quiet misty morning,
my heart will be rejoicing and ringing in the peace with a joyous song
my soul has long lacked the freedom and safety of this new era,
this place in time has been eternal
but for which I wasted so long in line,
waiting and praying, hoping helpless and in pain
Lord you came

confusion all around me
with so many lost on their way
still more sleep walking through each day
a prayer with every thought is my goal
keeping my mind steady turning without running off
and burning myself in hate, double taking every mistake
and feeling regret for moments lost
the full moon approaches with a constant spin
a still hand waves the tides in nightly fashion
the white knight mounted on the blackest stallion
the dogs bark and the circus animals circle their pens
where is the break in the fence?
is there an escape route or is the plane already in the air?
no stopping, no ejection seat, no parachute,
the only option is wings

Lord take me in your clutches, take me in your grasp
only you will outlast the moment and the past
your arms hold me so sweetly surrounded
at peace in your hand I unwind and surrender
things so naturally super they could be called super natural
the laws of nature prevail from beginning to end
Alpha and Omega when I exist in between
from wilderness to palace to field and the city
turning over river stones to find your spirit
in many tones, sounds and colors each uniquely discovered
in an originally scripted moment in my life
I seek purity, constancy and peace,
I seek for the last day coming into your eternal kingdom,
a prepared place,
a cleaned and blessed space for offerings of love, life and respect,
hard work, rest, and real life in God

God is good, God is great,
God is fair, why not give Him the time of day?
Why not kneel and bow and sing a new song for the Lord
A constant reminder of what is Truth?
the question not the answer,
always seeking, deeper peering closer through the dark cloud of unknowing
I venture to enter the center the spinal shaker the blood rusher
the breath master overall peace reigns supreme
love conquers all shame guilt and insecurity
He is the mighty protector, the Father above all
in every sense of the word,
dispensing lessons needing learning,
He awaits,
hand outstretched yearning for our reacceptance,
the readmittance and reentry through His fourier covered in flowers
the home is a beautiful place to BE ME

I forgot about the good book today
I forgot about my Father’s law today
I let my slings and arrows loose
without a thought to the cost my Father pays
that’s why I have to lay down my sword and shield
set my eyes on the brighter side of this river
a ways to go and a width to forge
out of food and thirsty for an ear to hear
will the next uninterupting set of eyes and ears
be my target for release
a spring loaded munition of pent up fear anger and loss
with my sanity tossed by the wayside
will I remember the way home once this play is done?

seeking serenity in a supine seat
I am set to slumber
this pen and pas call to me before conscience lets me retire
how may I serve you today is what I say to my Lord
I feel a familiar response rising from the resonant root
continue on in love always searching out the real truth
seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness
and all these things shall be added unto you Hallelujah!
knock and the door shall be opened unto you, seek and ye shall find,
ask and it shall be given unto you Hallelujah!
The angelic choir rings the Heavens with the song,
smoother than any breeze or trickling river,
softer than a cloud the voices are those of God’s most humble givers,
white feathered wings at work, day in, day out,
the Lord shines His light

bruised and broken I stumble on
the days are getting shorter and I must start traveling by night,
moonlight is my guide and the stars my compass
hunger and cold shivers infectious fiends
holding my consciousness between heart and head
the spark of life shines on in the small nightly lamp
fed by breath and prayer plus what little food is met along the path
no time to look behind,no place is safe to nap
shelter was long forgotten and my shoes are wearing thin
fingers white and rigid my sense of touch diminished
running from my sin im running a race I cannot win
Lord help me turn and face my fear and finish off the demons,
take it all I surrender,
Let only love remain
it’s not for me, it’s for you,
again and again Amen
praise your name the sound I do not know

The sun it rose and it set again too
I rose with Him and now I retire with hopes of a day anew
All that i’ve done and what I continue to do
let it be a prayer for you
a service to your temple
and an offering to your greatness and perseverance
you exist in infinity in zero and in fullness
you are the Alpha and the Omega,
the beginning and the end,
the Lord and Father of all,
I bow to your very being I humble myself before you
I kiss your footsteps and your reigning light
you are the showering of blessings and you bring heralds of angels
life, beauty, flowers and joy
you are the flapping wings of a butterfly
and you are the life in and out of the cocoon
you live in the sun and in the moon
and protect those who wish not to be blinded by either
you bring awe to the hearts of the sincere servants
and you breathe life into every newborn babe
regardless of circumstance
you have your chance for glory every second
but you remain the ultimate servant of all creation
while outshining everything you overstand and function in
you are present you represent and reconceal
waiting for the perfection of time
though you are time and free from the clutches of time
you are eternal, you are fire, you are bliss
you are this pen, these words and this pounding heart
your spirit soars in these words this intent and this soul I call my own
you are the purveyor, the owner, and the ruler! Selah

Lord I try to do my part and let you do your part
which is truly the all of it
I stress and arrange in order to set the situation to remain in your praise
my personal happiness leads to gratitude which increases the love around me
there is a reciprocity cycle of love and gratitude
appreciation for life becoming the point and purpose of life
the meaning and the goal
happy to be alive my breath swings so smoothly
from emptiness to full
the linguistic sounds of rushing air create the new guidance


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