Tag: Meditation

‘His† Spirit’

You got this…BUT only if you WANT this! It’s your CHOICE!

Note: The picture that accompanies this writing was taken November 9th. God revealing His power in a big way. His ART! I’m still adding frames to this page. Every second, 1/2 second, He changes the art. To reveal His speed…His creativeness. He wants you to know that He’s giving you time to get right with Jesus! That’s unconditional love in a nutshell!

 His† Spirit
  
 He† took me to the cross
 pulled me within
 like a boss
  
 all my anguish
 He† tossed
 'I suffered, too'
 revealing truth's 
 heavy cost
  
 when I felt lost
 He† came to me again
 in the glow of brilliance
 He† held my hands
 as in His† eyes
 my childish self
 got lost
 building me up
 'you have a blessing coming'
 His† words
 adding a heavenly sauce
 to the love
 in the raw
 that filled me up
  
 I can't complain
 in patience
 I must wait
 all the judgment
 take
 for He† said:
 'trust....
 living in truth
 a heavy cost'
 as He† reminds me
 of the cross
  
 so I bow my head
 welcome in
 the Holy Spirit
 filling me up
 letting me hear Him†
  
 then there He is
 'I love you karen elizabeth'
 'I love you, too, my Lord†'
 as I'm surrounded
 by the arms
 of the boss
  
  
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‘The Way―Still in Dispute!’

Choices to follow is exactly that…a CHOICE! We don’t have to. That’s unconditional love. [Thou shall not kill? The Torah anyone? Hello! They killed Jesus, too! THOU SHALL NOT KILL! And NO ONE questioned/questions this!].

 The Way―Still in Dispute!
  
 two thousand nineteen years‒
 why...still questions
 why...still debates
 why...still doubt, disbelief
 when God† brings home‒
 unwavering tears
 that His† Son†‒
 still...not held dear!
  
 charges slammed against paul
 intended to maul
 by a people
denying the great hall
 for using them...veils in null
 to unleash a great stall
 against God†‒
 their voiced sword
was their draw
  
 oh! all these many years
 oh! so many useless tears
 ‒doesn't it feel a bit queer
 how evil continues its sheer
  
 after the sacrificing Lamb†‒
 God† gifted the Spirit†
 talking to us
as individual y'alls
 giving each...a different call
 instead of a slew of laws
 sending us to the wine
 –giving up to the ways of crime
  
 teaching us byway of paul
 there's one...love
the final law
 still...a crawl instead of a walk
 ways known better‒
 according to the dark
  
 all because...their attitude
in pissed off
 didn't...yet...thaw
 ‒God† using them
byway of the cross
  
 freewill...unconditional love
 they decided to withdraw
 spreading their anger
 like a slithering little claw
 not seeing
their self-inflected flaw
  
 years and years
spreading across the world‒
 their instilled fear
 as they tried to silence paul
 40 years, 40 years, 40 years
 ‒plus more years
 we don't live that long anymore dear
 ‒and questions rise?
 ‒isn't that a bit queer!
  
 as Jesus† rose above the law
 these people stripped love to raw
 spreading hate, egging hostility
 ‒'til rape, greed, murder
sincere's fall
 got up from crawl
 ran with come on y'all!
  
 the way to God†...in halt
 arrogance, ignore...their insult
 instead...the way to God†
the law
 they opened...wider
evil's vault
 for it
making everyone do summersaults
 happy in their material pursuits
 laughing at God†‒
 as they bang the wall
 mocking God†, cursing His† Son†‒
 at the drop of a jaw
 studying His† words‒
 pondering, pondering
 questioning, questioning
 instead of actions...good deeds‒
 allowing suffering to spread
 ‒becoming common law!
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‘Dungeons’

Every journey has meaning. Every part means something. Pay attention.

 Dungeons
  
 he said let go of fear
 I tried
 with him near
 knowing, he too
had fear
  
 then it all
 came to a still
 all that passion
 lost to indiscretions
 gone...separate directions
  
 I lay me down
 sink in a world
 outside of me
 really...the deeper of me
  
 only to find distorted faces
 all my hidden fears
 bringing me to sadder tears
 alone...totally...alone
 facing what haunts me
 in endless seas
 sad and ugly
 what the world buried in me
  
 dark, oh! so dark
 why hadn't this hardened my heart
 Jesus† said: I didn't let it
 trust He† says
 so I sink into His† care
 as He† digs me out
 these darkened places
 that's buried me
  
 as I think of him
 somewhere out there
 gone...without worries
 of me
 as the rest
 think I'm out there…crazy
  
 so I put my life
 in Jesus'† hands
 my master
 with david...His† shepherd
 guiding me
 back to where
 I was born to be
 him, baby and me
 bringing together
 the rest...in family
 scared as I am
 I'll let Jesus† lead me
 to where He† wants me to be

‘Vastness of Found’

To heal…you’ve first have got to die, you first have to be willing to die.

 Vastness of Found
  
 I didn't go looking
 I didn't take the trouble–
 searching, seeking
 I let it find me
 knowing
to truly desire
 in...will come the fire
 without a fight or want
 it just is
 it was meant to be
  
 so...in my heart–
 I let it ride
 each moment, each tiny wish
 I let myself die
  
 I waited for the collide
 knowing one day
it would come
 leaving me stranded
 hopeless
 misunderstood
 a bit reckless
 ‒or so it seemed
  
 I left it all–
 to fail or win
 just threw it in the air
 I took whatever
 ‒even if it wasn't fair
  
 years passed me by
 time slipped faster and faster
 one by one
they all said goodbye
 as I lay...falling
 ‒as I began to die
  
 after all the achievements
 in my life
 not one was...just right
 all...was to move me
 to the exact moment
 –that moment in die
  
 where suffering is in alone
 absent of home
 just a bed to lie
 an imprisonment of die
 as each moment
 pain shoots from bone
 as sexual excitements build–
 some where
 in an unfamiliar zone
  
 feeling each inch of pain
 as it travels through veins
 searching for its way out
 experiencing selfish doubt
 wishing to be–
 way up high
 in the clouds
  
 it found me
 ‒took me in
 patience...as I struggled
 against it
 deep inside of it
 the core of it
 it struggles to release
 what's trapped it
  
 so I let it–
 I'll continue to let me die
 not anymore
 will I hide
 I want its pain
 to suffer
 nothing in vain
 –so that I am rebirthed
 giving away all that hurt
 to fully understand‒
 to die
 truly means...to die
 not a half-way sigh
 but a full sacrifice
 in order to be given–
 new life
 ‒understand
it's very right

‘Mysteries Within’

You can wait for the hearse and never truly live or you can die now and live. It’s up to you.

 Mysteries Within
  
 of all the mysteries
of the universe
 it comes down to this–
 the me here on earth
 before they take 
 this body...away
in a hearse
  
 of all that I've become–
 it's going back
in reverse
 experiencing each moment
 the collection of pain
 in my bones
 understanding
what it deserves
 then throwing it away
 to the curve
  
 of all that my body feels
 it comes to wounds
deep within
 –what's so deeply hidden
 trapped
 forbidding me to feel
 love...truly given

‘Buried Deep’

To know the hurt. To examine the hurt. To release the hurt…you’ve got to trust the hurt.

 Buried Deep
  
 something buried so deep
 lives inside of me
 keeping me from being free
 in pain...trapping me
 keeping me in captivity
  
 please, unravel this mystery of me
 uncover what secrets–
 lie deep within me
 holding me from happy
 deep within me...strangling me
  
 please, awaken this child–
 whom lived so long ago
 in an unwanting need
 so young but with eyes to see
 that put me in a prison
 locking me up...way down deep
  
 awaken this deep mystery
 awaken it so...it...I can release
 move on...to the better of me
 –unchained and free!

‘Blessed Is He Who Bleeds’

To understand your pain, you’ve got to go find where it lies inside.

 Blessed Is He Who Bleeds
  
 it hurts...the pain you feel
 take a knee...kneel
 sit in a chair...stare
 lay in a bed
rest your head
 give it all–
 the Lord†...call
  
 in all your discomfort
 open the way...heal
 there is one who cares
 no need for fancy flair
 you are not yet dead
 listen to what's already 
 been said
  
 no need for cards
to deal
 break open hurt's seal
 whatever's given–
 you can bare
 to be reborn
is only fair
 with Him†...do wed
 re-feed
what's already been fed
  
 what is unseen
is the real
 your constant, true meal
 all the world
constantly led
 but no one...yet...has met
 it is found in quiet–
 not in sounds that blare
 so close those holes
 then go inside the mind
 you'll find Him†
 waiting there
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