The Book

The Book

I see You dressed
in fine leather and
embossed in gold.
My fingers lightly
trace Your spine.
And when I hold
firmly this Truth I
know that You too
are mine.
My backbone and
my strength.

Wearing a layer
of dust today, the
telltale giveway
that I have gone
in search of other
authors with their
more updated
less antiquated
quick fix, readers
digestable versions.
But I find it hard
to draw meat
through a straw.
And I return.

A paradox? Some
would claim. And I
cannot deny, the
apparant contadictions
but my convictions
stand firm in the
belief that I have
found The Way
It is a road map,
and I will follow in
the footsteps of the
One who will lead
me through tears
and blood stained
red letters to the
X that marks the
spot. The Cross.

This mystery that is
Gods Autobiography
and my biography,
both a sword that
will pierce and
liberate my soul.
It is my history and
my future. I will read
the book, on and on
page after page,
losing myself and
finding the lost me
found in the
conclusion that when
You finally close the
book on Revelation, it
will be, my Genesis.


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What's the Point?

     (A few pointed questions...to God.)

Is it, that you are I AM. Firmly anchored ashore upon solid rock. The silent voice, quietly heard above the crashing chorus of wind and waves. Deep calls unto deep. Is that the point?

Is it, that you breathe into the breakers, whisper above waves, speak into the swells and turn the tide into waters of redemtion. Reclaiming souls, that would otherwise be lost for all eternity, in the depths of the dead sea. Is that the point?

Is it, that you are captain of the wayfarer and castaway, the shipwrecked and stowaway. Every un-seaworthy sailor, who has turned away and hidden below in the hull.  You invite them aboveboard, leading them by light, on foot, across troubled waters to an exquisite upper cabin. Heaven. Is that the point?

Is it, that you flood the night with searchlights, seeking that which was lost. Your eyes, sweeping the farthest corners of the horizon. Relentless. Exhaustive. You are Father, shepherd, bereaved...'til at last...a son, a lamb, a treasure. Heralding a reunion of much rejoicing. Is that the point?

Is it, that  as You illuminate the encroaching day of reckoning, You become a beacon, beckoning. Calling us home. Is that the point?

Is it, that through dawn of daylight, turn of twilight, midst of midnight, You are starlight.  Your shine, eclipsing moon and sunlight...O Bright Morning Star. Is that the point?

Is it, that when sunset succumbs to a sepia glow. Your eyes light up, to let me know.  As present as through  morning light. So will You be through depths of night. Is that point?

Is it, that you are a faithful lover. Patient. Wading the waters. Waiting.  For an unfaithful lover to U-turn to you. Is that the point?

Is it, that you are the bridegroom, awaiting his bride on her maiden voyage to infinity. She is radiant, riding on the crest of a white water wave. Shining. You, in all your Glory.  Beaming. Finally guiding her ashore.  You share a long awaited embrace. Greet with a kiss, to commence forever. Is that the point?

Is it, that You are quite simply...
  
                                          ... looking for love?






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Shell Shock

Shell Shock

(a haiku)

alone among friends

middle and membrane exposed

 victim of 'shell shock'






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Lucky Break

Lucky Break

(a limerick)

Now there once was a boy while in traction

From his learning was missing-in-action

He remarked "Why it's cool

to skip two fifths of school,

'cause I'll miss the whole unit on fractions!"

(*For lovers of wordplay : boy breaks his leg, but he's not a bit broken up about it, since he gets a long break from school and studying broken numbers...fractions! So I guess you could say he had a"Lucky Break." He's an egg-head anyway!*)

(*also approximately one third of this limerick is in italics*)



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