| Spiritual Poetry posted March 12, 2011 | Chapters: |
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If you can run no longer, be still. God will move.
A chapter in the book Spit, Gum and Shoe Laces
Rough Stones Will Smooth
by Blue-Stubby
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Chastised to a desert land
apart from the cool rivers of love. The heat of solitude wilts my heart and dries out any bones of ambition. I sit idle like a darkened rock protruding from the white sands, scorching in the oppressive waves of a crude mocking loneliness. Relentless is the hyena of misery frothing over many wounds laid open, as buzzards display piercing eyes upon flesh that heals to ugly scars. Lizards slither over my cracked skin searching for insects and moisture. I am a feast for seeking scavengers that look to feed off my aching corpse. How is it that I have still survived while it is even a labor to breathe? It is all I can do to lie here still, that even a thought is excruciating. Death waits on a flaming horizon but does not near when I call out. I am in torture's limbo as it seems to be a perpetual stillness of agony. This is my spirit's lament in the raw and from my seed of faith I'll draw the living waters that soak to revive, and even in sorrow, ... I'll thank God I'm alive! |
Life is never without trials... that is what we can expect, tiny painless changes to tragic senseless deaths, and everything in between. How we role with it depends on our spiritual perspective, it is more often that we are to take a look at what God is telling us individually and that there truly is always something learned through even the smallest enlightenment.
A mustard seed of faith will sustain even when the heart says to give up, God will pour through that seed if only enough to keep you alive, and when a finality of circumstance is reached... a light will shine on the good that is to come. His will, His world, His people... His love. My ways... well, they're usually centered around me, and that is about all I understand, so to contemplate beyond may simply result as a failed and futile attempt. Through suffering or success, love and pain, give Him love and glory, in good times and bad, as we are weaved together but not in the understanding of all that is why.
GTG-L2LL
FYI: I landscaped for over a decade on the shores of the Fingerlakes... beautiful sites and homes. As we removed plants or flowers from their containers, we would score the bottem root clusters, cutting them with a razor knife. A very aggresive action that actually helped promote better root growth once they were in the ground. An analogy of sorts...recieve what you will from it.
*** A special thanks to ANGELHEART for the exquisite piece of artwork.***
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and 2 member cents. A mustard seed of faith will sustain even when the heart says to give up, God will pour through that seed if only enough to keep you alive, and when a finality of circumstance is reached... a light will shine on the good that is to come. His will, His world, His people... His love. My ways... well, they're usually centered around me, and that is about all I understand, so to contemplate beyond may simply result as a failed and futile attempt. Through suffering or success, love and pain, give Him love and glory, in good times and bad, as we are weaved together but not in the understanding of all that is why.
GTG-L2LL
FYI: I landscaped for over a decade on the shores of the Fingerlakes... beautiful sites and homes. As we removed plants or flowers from their containers, we would score the bottem root clusters, cutting them with a razor knife. A very aggresive action that actually helped promote better root growth once they were in the ground. An analogy of sorts...recieve what you will from it.
*** A special thanks to ANGELHEART for the exquisite piece of artwork.***
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