Sunday, October 23, 2011

Going Home

Strapped down to a cold, cold gurney
The last leg of a cruel, sordid journey
The marauder who caused so much pain
Lays waiting for the drip to begin
Looking into the families’ eyes
I see the hatred and grief start to rise
As they wait for the beast to get his due
For the helpless victims that I slew
No remorse for the deeds I have done
Only regret for what is yet to come
For I know that judgment awaits
And unfortunately I have sealed my fate
The fluid begins to flow down the line
Soon it will be moving through my veins
In a few seconds I will be no more
As old man death settles the score
Time freezes and the IV drip pauses
As a man in white enters the death closet
He holds out to me a nail scarred hand
I want to reach out and take it but I can’t
The restraints that bind me just won’t give
If I could only touch Him I know I’d live
Then He reaches down and takes hold of me
I feel His love flowing so rich and free
In that moment I acknowledge Him
And repent of my wasted life of sin
He then smiles and says you are now my own
So rejoice my child you are coming home

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Early Morning

In the still darkness after the midnight
As Tuesday night becomes Wednesday morn
Still reeling from the sledge hammer blows of another day of life amongst the people descended from Adam who was fabricated from the dust of the earth.
The mind is tired, too tired to think deeply, yet troubled by the shallows of trivial menial pursuits that seem to sprint across the well worn field of thought that has been trampled upon by armies of pointless, vain meditations that leave the soul empty, bereft of feeling, numb, cold as a stone.

In the still darkness of early morning
Winding down and reaching for rest
News on TV, brain on caffeine, body overworked and feeling the pain of years of abusive tasks that have been our way of life for longer than we care to think about.
Time to lay down, stretch-out, close our eyes and pursue our dear old friend who is getting harder and harder to catch as the years of life lived continue to take their toll on fragile flesh that was made for eternity but was cast mortal when our ancestors believed the serpent and ate the fruit, killing us all.

In the sunlight light of redemption
Alive despite and full of hope
Though the body is tired and dying daily, yet there is hope. Hope for today, hope for tomorrow, a hope that brings the chains of sin and sorrow. Even though the shell of flesh is declining, the real me is renewed daily. Ah, at last, my hope and confidence rests upon Him whom my soul loves, the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me, so that I might live eternally. Jesus, Jesus, the hope for all, even in the early morning hours of Wednesday.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Spiraling Downward

Repetitive beats underneath generic rhymes
Attacking brainwaves through mediocre times
Celluloid images in flat screen high depth
With plastic, botoxed, augmented features obsessed

Satellite, Safelite, cell phone ID
Insanity, vanity, reality TV
Filling the mind with snapshot snippets
Of our culture’s disease

Is it the freefall of our society in decline?
Are we content on the crumbs of “what’s hot” to dine?
Don’t we long for something deeper, higher, something above the status quo?
Or has our minds been so numbed by the Novocain of modern day dribble that we no longer know?

Downward? Homeward? Which way today?
Black/white, Wrong/right shifting shades of grey
As sunlight fades to dusky dark
At the closing of the day