Souls Layered in Time
For only a moment we lived outside of time
Precious were those moments of self discovery
Intimate were those glimpses of our souls divine
Joined in the nether world we lost our directions
I was misguided by your affections imagined
Like mine who thought they would carry us as
Soulmates of a kind to discoveries divine
Barriers to the present living locked in time.
Now you live for the future while I of mind
Still live in the moment’s light to survive in
Time and heed no future heartache if it returned
Must be considered in the moment it appears
Borrowing nothing of the future, my time is now
Reality may be realized perhaps for your time
But I cannot be there in the time of you for now
The appointed one beckons waiting for our hour.
Pieces of love we thought was through
Pieces of love I find in you that cry
Never to die for love never ends it only
Begins again planted in the last remains
Pain that remains to mellow the heart
No one to blame, no shame, no strain
Just a spark , easier on a cold heart to
Kindle a smolder on a warm part than
Starting dead cold each time again as
We let it go and let it catch hold or out
It becomes an easy chair, a touch, a
Song or just an easy conversation no
Rush, no hurry, just a little extraordinary.
Quiet excitement till next time we meet
Flowers edge the road, orange, pink, violet, white
Roads sprinkled with dogwood, pine, curving on
Themselves, swooping down, down, into valleys
Hollows filled with clear water, flint and limestone
Turning to cliffs, deep pools, falls, boil-up springs,
Abandoned maintenance roads, turning to dirt
Clearing, house strikingly similar to the original,
Thought sensitively given to preserve memories, of
My father and sisters, the old oak tree, the cellar with
initials dusk bringing flocks of turkey, deer, here to pay
Homage to the memories magnified by simplicity and stillness.
Hollow logs, wood flutes, voices in chant
Rants in rythmn, offered to appease gods
Boom, boom, awwwwwwww, awww, huh, huh,
Ummm-chuka, bodies sway, then they pray
Songs for rain, play fertility, animals slain
Orchestras, rock, benedictions, renditions
Voices in perfect harmony sooths the soul
Unifies the enemies, creating love, joy
Tames the beast, calls the sheep, weep
Memories to keep, joyful praise, voices raised
Bach, Cohen, Little Richsrd, Kitaro tomorrow,
Pentatonix, Abba , Rolling Stones on the phone
Gig, gig, gig, folk, ethnic, EEEEEurithmics
Stereophonic, harmonic, a capella, viola!
Bag pipes, mog synthesizers, opera, jammin’
Brings us to celebrate life, death, love, sorrow
I am but a receptor for the stream of life
Flowing around and through me
No man is an inland but some reside on the
Highest point where they remain aloof to
Interchange with the stream around them
Let the young, the old, the poor, the rich,,
Culturally and racially different dwell for
Life is rich with nutrients, stimulation, variety,
Welcome with open arms coves of refuge and
Food for their sols reviving interchanges, flexibility
A dynamo ever-changing shore is healthy, loving
Bastions of relationships rise unchanging
Stagnant yet rocked with internal quakes
Ending catastrophically at our feet never the same
You rose a tiny islet built on love and
One day you will let go of the last root
Becoming a part of the stream again
Hold your self pliable, ever dynamic changing
Love will undoubtedly look for you here.
The Space Between
What is the space between you and I?
That burns bright in the star-lit night
Love , passion we hope each other feels
Afraid to immerse where sacredness dwells
Is it an ancient path where we dwell?
Knowing our souls in freedom swelled
Knowing love eternal our hearts did meld.
An old melody lost in our moment in time
Words gone in memories excited anew
Song of the earth with life do renew
Perhaps we dwelt in the universal realms
Where love light streams in star dust time
Trust the instinct aligned in heavenly rhyme.
Harmonies of earth and our own new lines.
Christian Author, Novelist, Poet & Blogger
SO, WHAT HAVE BEEN YOUR REASONS FOR NOT ACCEPTING JESUS “
The above article and message has appeared on LinkedIn and I felt that site not appropriate for a career related site so I chose to publish my response this on my web site.
First of all, I am not a Christian hater but I feel many of the ways they approach recruitment to be unhealthy.
I resent this being published on a work recruitment site
I was born and raised as a son of a Church of Christ preacher where we attended church three times a week, went every night at meetings and read the bible at least once a week so I come with some experience.
My earlier childhood was an attempt to control me based on fear and guilt. It appeared I was headed for a church-filled life and at the age of 11-12 was already doing a little preaching. Around 13-14 I went through much emotional turmoil as I became sexually aware and again guilt/fear was used to reinforce my parents’ restrictive approach to sex, dancing, cursing, etc. I lived in constant fear and felt unworthy of god and my parents.
Then I became angry as I realized I was brig manipulated and refused church at the age of 13. I have spent a good part of my life in therapy dealing with guilt, fear and feelings of unworthiness
I watched people like me return to their church but, as a result of therapy and a life time of personal contemplation I increasingly moved in the other direction. I deem myself ready to respond to above.
First of all, my question to the question why aren’t more people Christian? I believe a simple definition to a Christian is “a follower of the teachings of Jesus Christ.” People groups claiming Christianity include Catholic, Greek Orthodox, Eastern Orthodox, Seventh day Adventists, Mormons, Episcopalians, Lutherans, Pentecostal, Baptist including Southern, Nazarenes, Church of Christ, Methodists, etc., etc.
Many believe the path to redemption, and heaven can be achieved only through their sect. Some…Methodists, Episcopalians, etc. take a less rigid approach to the have-to’s. Some even question the divinity of Jesus.
Christianity has, first, a history of being persecuted and struggle to exist. Then Constantine became a Christian and away we go.
It’s sordid history include the decadence, incest, and general power of the middle ages popes. The graft, atrocities, immorality, are many. Then we have the inquisition, the holy wars against Moslem influence and to take back the holy land, etc. Then the Spaniards come to the new world and with extreme cruelty and force, turn the southern hemisphere to Catholicism. In all cases indigenous people are subjugated and decimated by war, new diseases, including STD’s small pox, influenza, leprosy, and general removal. This is all done under the auspices of saving their souls .
My belief is we took many beautiful groups of people who had achieved a state of harmonious living with the land and life they occupied and removed their self-esteem and purpose as a key to their environment.
Some years back, partly as a result of my personal struggles and studies, my concept of god began to change. First, I went through an agnostic period with lots of anger at a deity who, at a whim, let someone die, acquire terrible diseases, etc. Then I professed atheism for a while and now I’m a religious mongrel who believes if there is a thing we can really name ( I am that I am, Yaweh, etc. it must be a moving, ever evolving, ever changing force that we and everything else is a part of. But, this way of living leaves the work and responsibility with each of us. It kicks us out of the nest.
James Cavanaugh, in his poem. “My Easy God Is Gone” says he once knew what god wanted and expected and now he is alone with his choices. The question….are you tough and free enough to go to the intuition in you or do you need an outside god?
Here I stand, a new earthly inhabitant and in immigration I am presented with a catalog, Current Available Religions of the World , must pick one or check “undecided”. There are representatives sitting around the large room. In one corner sits a Buddhist monk meditating in the lotus position. At the opposite corner a Southern Baptist Church minister points his finger at a cowering immigrant…”if you don’t do these things you’ll burn in hell!”….hmmmmm, which to pick…?????
Your touch, a hearty slap on the back.
Your touch, a feathery touch on the arm
May send electric passion through the lines
Your touch, a brush of lips on lips
Sends me through heavens doors to adore
Intimacy new in your feelings for this man.
Gentle touch of a new born child’s hand
Hope for tomorrow in this troubled land
Perhaps a new consciousness across the span
Time forgotten, time where man did not plan
A new respect for the land on which we stand.
A new touch, spreading can begin again
A touch of the human heart spirit and soul.
Oneness with all life, cast the seed to the winds
A connection, new awareness, life we know.