Friday, November 24, 2017

Angel of Life

How does a dead man know he's dead? Does he possess any awareness of himself or his surroundings? I  Don't know, I've never been dead...or have I?

Those were the questions that had been asked.
 Everything is  foggy,
Who am I? and
where am I?

I remember now I heard a voice call my name.
That's right I have a name.... let me think.
What did I hear him say? Ri..., Rig....
Oh, It will come to me.
Yes, I know it now. Righteous! Yes Righteous.

Someone next to me I look to see, but my eyes are shut.
I cannot open them.
I panic. I struggle. I cannot see! Now I am filled with fear.
I scream out!

A gentle warm hand touch my eyelids.
I had not realizes how cold I was. A fire rushes through me!
I slowly opened my eyes. What was happening to me? I thought.
What is that sound?
Thump, thump, thump, thump, rymathic and slow...oh!
I murmured "That's my heart."

I slowly opened my eyes, it almost pained me.
Blinding light was every where.  How long had I been in the dark I asked myself?
And....
Who touch me? I asked to the light.
Are you and angel? I questioned?

No. he said.
I AM He who created the angels.

Created the angels? I thought.....

I AM LIFE.

How does a dead man know he's dead? Does he possess any awareness of himself or his surroundings? I  Don't know, I've never been dead...or have I?

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

the collective




the collective

There was a time when I would have considered myself a huge fan of a certain futuristic science fictional television show.
In that particular show the traveling crew member of this spaceship
were all unique, qualified and curious about exploring the unknown universe.
One of the recurring themes is surviving their encounters with the infamous "Collective".
The Collective as it was called, generally speaking is a group of individual, of varying humanoid origin,
who have been assimilated into a hive group that functions as one unit, one mind, to systematically
take over the known universe.
So with all that being said I will finally get to my point.
Now my point is....
The concept of a "collective" is somewhat, vaguely, kind of similar to what many people believe is the model for Christianity.
Now hear me out.
We have all been created as individuals with unique characteristics that are specific to us that gives us distinction from one another.
The things that separate are in my opinion small and insignificant.
They are things like gender, race, physical appearance and mental capacity.

The Bible tells us, a most important fact.
This nugget of truth teaches us that we, all of humanity are fashioned after the likeness of our
Creator.
We all are created in His image.
One humanity.
Singular!
Now unlike the star-ship travelers it is a good thing for us to recognize and connect to  Him who has fashioned and called us.
For us to full function as one unit, from a singular point our inward beings must reflect the source from where we originate.
We are all needed, all a part, all included in divine design.
Each uniquely shaped.
Some tall, some short.
Some black, some white, some brown.
Some male, some female.
Some old, some young.
All one!
United!
Brought together by one blood.
Purchased by the tree.
Our gift and our talents empowered by one spirit.
So you see my brothers and my sisters,
you may resist but it is to your harm.
Your survival depends on this one concept.
"We need to be connected."
Joined together by one spirit.
The Spirit that comes from the
One.


Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Spring Renewal

  SPRING!


I really enjoy the season of spring, each year I am always amazed by the resurrection of nature to life from the death of winter. With each millisecond a change occurs, something is happening. The cells in the plants rapidly divides as they begin to grow. Like an "On" switch has been flipped and soon the unseen movement of the sap and nutrients become apparent as the landscape is transformed from being dull and motionless to a vibrant land where new life forms on the trees and the ground is covered with the softest of new grass. Spontaneously.  One day all appears barren no life! then in a blink of an eye I see evidence of life. My mind's perception is that I go to sleep one night, awaken the next morning, go outside and notice the the green things.. I am stunned! I behold a miracle. That which was dead has been brought to life.  Tiny buds have popped up over night on the trees, the ground is covered with a soft blanket of bush and grass. My eyes behold the greenest of green in color, is glowing is alive. Can I see the presence of God right before my eyes . I wonder does anyone else notice. I ask " Am I imagining this?" I feel a vibration stirring in my being, there is so much energy outside it is the active presence of God. Power! I inhale, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Then I am reminded.
  The early days of the season are cool, but bright, sluggish but filled with anticipation of warmer days ahead. The death of winter still clinging as a recent memory of sleep and death. But the music of the birds fill the air mysteriously fill the air and reaches my ear. "When did they return?" I asked. Such a beautiful song they sing to our Creator. As the days of Spring progress and the weather warms and the the animal stir. From sleep they have awaken. Where have they been all winter I wonder? The days are longer. More light. Life everywhere. Resurrection!  There is something supernatural taking place. Is it not amazing! I can look at the evidence of spring for hours at a time, and always come away feeling at peace. Everyday something new to experience. Something new to remind me of God's handiwork. I am stirred to give thanks to God. Then one day the yellows, reds, and purple flowers bloom.  Wow! is all that I can say, everything is simply beautiful. My heart too is renewed, thank you Lord I say. Magnificent Spring! Today was such a lovely day, there was a warm breeze that lightly enveloped me. My skin aware of my surroundings, a world created and sustained by The One who loves us. Now I am in the presence of my Father.
I am encouraged, I have been reminded that life overcome death, There is hope. Brighter days are always ahead. Yes, this is the word I need to hear.  You are astonishing Lord God in the ways you choose to speak. You have always loved us, always redeeming, always giving life.


SPRING!

Monday, February 27, 2017

Balance




On a single stable point I must rest secure. Still. Balanced all around, no movement up or down not to the left, nor to the right. This is the place where I have been called.  How do I manage, how do I still my soul? when all I have experienced has been turmoil and unrest. The waves of life has tossed me to and fro. Swelled over me almost to the edge of perish. On one I put my trust. I must be still. Inside the raging storm must tame. Shuffling the weight from side to side, too much to bear. How can I come to that point of peace. That still. That place where heart beats beat. where drop of blood ever so slowly fall. eternity before contact employs. On a single point I rest, the point in time that Christ died.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

It Is Finished!

It Is Finished!

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I got the final word today.
It was herald through the span of time.
All is well, all is as it should be.
The faintness of the echo increased with tide and tow.
Do not worry.
Do not fret.
Be at peace.

I heard it in my spirit as I was talking to the Lord today.
In all the realms it has come to pass.
What I have spoken  will always last
Have hope
Do trust.
Be Free.
The eternal deal was done.
Given from a heart of one who loved.
To each and everyone.
Witnessed by the three.
God, Man, and angels be.

I got the final word today. 
It is done!
It Is Finished!
Stop your labor!
Stop your toil!
It is not by will or by your might.
I have fixed it says the Lord!
Restored the wrongs back to right.
Called you from darkness into my light.
Reversed the curse and given life.

I got the final word today.
As I heard my Savior say.
Come to me my lovely child.
Come rest, come and sit down.
At the place prepared for you.
A special banquet prepared for two.

I Got the final word today.



Saturday, February 18, 2017

The women of the wood

The Women of the Woods


The women of the woods
I saw today.
Were they here, were they shadows, were they spirits of another day.
The spirits of the woods they came, when the sun was out and the tree where bare.
The women of the woods they had something to say.
Could I hear. 
Could I hear, on that snowy day.
There was a light that shined
It was the presence of the Lord.
You see I was praying,  I was praying for those daughters that were yet to be born.
  I was praying for those sister that walked the earth here.
Those mothers and all their silent tears
The women of the woods came out that day.
Could I hear what they had to say.
some were African, some were Indian, some were Asian.
Some were short, some were tall.
All in colorful garments they bowed.
They had something to say.
One by one they appeared.
The women of the woods come out that day.
To see if I could hear.
Hear the cries that they prayed.
Hear their many tears.
The women of the woods came out that day.
As  I walked and as I thought
"Who am I" I said
who am I, to see and hear.
And be given this privilege on this dear day.
 to see these women who have labored and toiled.
That I may stand that I may be,
a woman of the woods.
Who am I, who am I, that I would cry.
Their pain and their sorrow.
Their infinite joy.
Their exposure to the Lord.
And how they flourish the more.
Who am I, who am I.
The women of the woods came out that day.
As I walked and as they played.



Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The battle in the secret place

The battle in the secret place

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The battle in the secret place is a fierce war.
It rages on day and night. Night and day.
It's casualty one.


The battle in the secret place is often unheard.
The screams of it slaughter clamors in vapors unreleased.

The battle in the secret place is lost or won with a word.
The sharpness of the blade slice and wound the soul held there.

The battle in the secret place is dark and so obscure.
The light must shine for all to see so healing can begin.

The battle in the secret place is won but not by thee.
There is but one who's love can set you free.

The battle in the secret place is now been called to end.
Your enemy defeated as your Savior died for thee.

The battle in the secret place is calm and free at last.
Replace now with a mantra that reached down through time.

"come rest you now of weary soul, lay down and be at ease. 
The love of Jesus reaches you even in that secret place."




Friday, February 10, 2017

Butterfly fly!

Image result for picture of butterfly    Fly Butterfly fly........




Fly butterfly fly. The time is now.
Now is the time to fly butterfly, fly.

In the dark you sat so long.
Time flew by then you were done.

Unknown to some what you would be.
A beauty hidden for all to see.

Your wings now strong.
Take flight soar high.

Feel the air between your wings.
Fly butterfly.
Fly now be free.