Speeda

"If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. " Second Chronicles 7:14 I present to you a common sin that I commit daily, though our God has been so kind as to bring it to my conscious attention. I fish for compliments, for cheap reassurances from those to whom I give my love and regards that I am accepted and thought well of. I profane my sacrifice and my very soul for a vapor of wind that satisfies for only one breath, for a poison I drink so greedily! Esau, at least, filled

I closed my eyes for a moment and felt as my spirit grew within me. I could swear that the heaven-sent thing was not really contained in this earthen vessel, but rather that it hovered somewhere near to my heartstrings as it held my life somewhere in balance between God's Will and the law of physics. I breathed, and it settled once again to the relative peace I had so enjoyed since I became alive. I smiled to myself in my pride that I had coined a new term for the sacred victory that a carpenter had won so many years ago, but that smile soon turned to a grimace as I experienced a concentration of sin form in my hand. It had an almost squishy

The title of this post has a dual meaning. When pronounced, the word sounds like babble, which is exactly what I'm doing. Or maybe I was taught the incorrect pronunciation. Who knows? I've been in a bit of a funk lately. I haven't been as focused nor have I been concentrating on the things I should be. My life as far as outside influences go is perfect. I'm not content with who I am, I want to learn more, be stronger, better, deeper, wiser, more loving. I can't do that all on my own, but I'm so unfaithful in prayer and bible study. (I nearly wrote faithless-perhaps that would have been a more appropriate word.) I serve an amazing God who I l

Psalm 68:6 "God setteth the solitary in families: he bringeth out those which are bound with chains." I heard that psalm today in a Father's Day service at my church, spoken by none other than a member of my adopted family, Chris. During the service, it made me smile that he would choose a verse that was tucked away deep in the Old Testament instead of the tried and true verses that have been the mantra of the suffering and worshipful alike for years. I have a lot of respect for this man, for his zest for God and life, for his worn-out-but-still-funny jokes, and for the great influence that he's been on my best friend (his daughter) and myse

In the arms of Morpheus, at peace I lay Unbound from the snares of daily life Fields of lilies with small children at play See how they dance in the moonlight. They prance all about, sans worry or care Wispy complexions with ever bright faces Not quite of the world, yet always quite there I find myself beholden to join them. Smiles as I approach, they beckon I come To see the staircase, so pretty they claim I follow, people coming and going, with some, I noticed, walking straight up to Heaven. In reverence they led me away, and bade me not to tell Of those wonderful steps with joyous rapture beyond Lives are lived in the hope th

A sweep of rushing fire burns within Flames become ocean, ocean into flame Stand immobile, paralyzed by the freedom Given only when the wind bears your name Angels hark as spirits fly beyond the door Single wing to every human, join the choir Of heaven as feathers fall instead of rain No longer a frail rose as you soar higher A single moment held time in its hand A single beat, a heart within its breast Eyes of the moon and eyes of the meadow Never before known a love so blest The wind held the earth as they spoke And released in sorrow as they depart There are no tears this day, another Is soon to come to lift up their heart

Old wooden steps creak quietly in the darkness No foot is there, least not of a mortal, a specter Floats at the threshold, left wandering by time Be it a haunt it may, he remains her protector Disheveled hair once soft golden fell About the face of a girl, both young and old Sightless brown eyes still glanced at the door Waiting for the sight those eyes may behold She cared not for the mice who fled in terror Nor did she see the spiders who wove without fright Their sweet silver web caught the light in the dark The same web of lies that'd been told by her knight Oh for the soldier once shining and proud Brought forth the fantasy

Sighing sweetly the sound of the sea The tide turns and returns, a cycle without end A woman's effigy, hands clasped in sorrow We pray to the heavens, their story transcend Of the men who'd gone off to war Twas this soldier who was the finest of all Deep eyes of the forest, playful brown hair And a handsome face, if I may recall A thing of beauty, this of all things she was not The girl could offer naught, save her broken soul A cry for help brought the soldier near, within him She saw herself, a body with a heart not whole Softly smiling and offering thanks, she followed him Donning the mask of a girl who'd never shed a tear Qu

Lying in silence with thoughts gone astray I close my eyes, mocking death in the night The darkness consumes, and a power surges forth I stand before myself, terrified at the sight Standing and sleeping at once and not An unknown light shines behind me Falling and rising as sakura upon wind Terror of the sky awoke, urging me to flee I am not dreaming, for I am still awake A part of me is gone, I remain complete Soundless screaming cries out for you I close my eyes once more in defeat I turn somehow, but I still am not there Instead I fall toward your covered breast I see not your face, but I know it is you My love held me close