Frayed

They say turmoil helps us grow
But peace is heaven's way
I must say that I get confused 
And reason starts to fray

When will I know the truth that is
And balance in it's season
When will I find that state of mind
That Providence believes in

Supernal Summation

I know that You are in me

And I am thus in You

I feel the warmth of Being

Eternal in me too

There be no space between us

I give myself to You

As you gave of the Self to me

We're one, and this is true

No Relation

A young girl had a crush on me

I really didn't care

For I was into other things

My future to prepare

A stranger tried to befriend me

Mine wasn't a rejection

We simply had no history

So I felt no connection

My parents tried to contact me

But I'm out on my own

I have a life, I'm busy now

Their care I have outgrown

I have a great career ahead

Though sad and all alone

I wish I had found love, a friend

A heart, a clue, a home

But life is what it is I guess

So why make speculation

My state and actions have no link

And so there's no relation

The treasures of the heart

Are quite a difficult assessment

But you can't hope for dividends

When you've made no investment

Vessels

The novice was determined

"Everyone, out of my way."

"I'm going to the mountain top,"

"To see God's face today."

He pushed and shoved 

And clawed his way

Passed countless souls

Who caused delay

The needy, the infirm

The old, the child at play

Passed friends, family and strangers

Even a loving maid

And when he reached the summit

His gifts and offerings splayed

Then on his knees all through the night

He prayed, and prayed, and prayed

But God did not appear to him

And so he left dismayed

Tired, parched and weary 

Staggered home from his crusade

The children saw him afar off

They stopped their game and news relayed

First stranger ran to buoy him up

The infirm offered help and aid

The needy brought him food and drink

Reviving him--kindness displayed

Then friends and family arrived

Consoling him and love conveyed

While elders gave wise counsel

The young maid smiled 

Despair was stayed

For as he looked into their eyes 

He saw something Divine pervade

The light shines in the darkness 

The pure in heart shall see 

And know as they are known

As vessels of Divinity

Blinded

Where do I run to?

Where can I hide?

From God

From myself

From the emptiness inside

Psyche lost in ego

Battened up with pride

Fig leaf of denial

Blind and selfish guide 

There is far more to you

More than you realize

Walk the path of empathy

See through God's own eyes

Open up the shudders

Eyes adjust to light

There you'll find Self, God, and Love

Everywhere applied

That Would Be Heaven

Why is life so hard?

Why are things unfair?

Why are some so cruel?

Why so much despair?

What's the purpose?

Where's the justice?

Who will save us?

When will God entrust us with heaven?

Here's what I have garnered

Discomfort propels all progress towards solutions

Incense lights the fire which tempers ethics

Villains coalesce opposing armies against themselves

Sorrow produces humility, earnest, and empathy

Eventually these will produce comfort and security,

Righteous, self-governed individuals,

Unity among the children of light,

And a wise, honest, merciful, and vigilant community

That would be heaven!

All Things Equal

We're not created equal

Except in these three things

We all cherish life, liberty

And happiness in our being

No power can erase it

Nor break the Divine seal

Inalienable the birthright 

Self-evident and real

We'll fight with our last dying breath

In efforts to retain it

It cannot be trained out of us

Nor can a law restrain it

For it lies at the core of being

The elemental self

Without it we are naught

Possessing no sentient wealth

Thus being equal in these things

Does not make us the same

For each are born with strengths that boost

And deficits that drain

Though empathy can level fields

Towards equal opportunity

It can't guarantee outcomes

For our actions have disparity

For laws of nature must be fixed

And physics clear unbiased

So those that use these rungs to rise

Can have a firm reliance

To exercise their freedom

To bolster up their life

And propagate their happiness

As their God given right

Will Will Will

Will will will 

What he will

When he wills it

Sentience

With heart and mind

Distills it

Will will drive Will's actions

Will will reveal heart

Will will give dreams traction

Will will be the start

Blind feel breeds

What Will sees will be defined by will

Good and bad

Right and wrong

Wise or rash

Weak or strong

Mortals clash like Titans

With endowment of the gods

Force's cache 

Will's great panache

Prevails and spreads abroad

Ripple Effect

A single tear

Fell in the water

Rippling throughout

Generating many waves

Expanding all about

And when it hit it's limits

It went back from whence it came

You can't escape the pain you cause

It finds you just the same

Keys of the Kingdom

Given the power to act

To cause and to effect

To create and destroy

To envision and direct

Exercise great caution

Don't get in a wreck

God has given you the keys

Drive with intellect

Satan's Prayer

Pull the strings of others

But cut and set me free

Bend their actions to my will

Make them worship me

Let them see that I know best

Wholly and self-righteous

Let me save them from themselves

And I will end this crisis

The Blame Game

Jonny blamed his brother Bob

For causing him to slip

Bobby blamed his mom

For asking him to mop the drip

Mother blamed their father then

For tacking in the mud

Then father blamed the heavens next

For causing such a flood

But thanked God for the rain 

As all their crops were nigh forlorn

And mother thanked the father for

His harvest's early corn

Then Bobby thanked

His mother twice for cooking him his favorite

And Jonny thanked Bob yet again

For sharing as they savored it

So in this game there's plenty blame 

For man to spread around

Passing the buck while shear dumb luck

Is sourced behind a shroud

Let truth affix volition's mix

In all that share a portion

Divine free will, as is revealed

Before logic's contortion

The Oak and the Vine

Boast again thy quick ascent 

Against the Oak’s slow rise

Creeping up his branches

Reaching towards the skies

Laughing while you choke his limbs

All his strength deride

Block the sun from his own leaves

And soak it up with pride

Mock his knots--belittle

His fat, impotent girth

But how surely will his demise 

Bring you down to earth

For you will crawl along the ground

Trampled under foot

Because you have no patience

But sparse and shallow root

Boast again thy numbered days

Exalted thyself above

The wisdom rings which seasons grant

Are not in thee nor love

The Gathering

The essence of creation

Is forming something new

The universe is not 

A monolithic grisaille hue

The Manifest expresses

An Endless variety

And separate will bequeathed 

On each entity as soul propriety

The forfeiture of full control

Is by Divine design

Until we're gathered all in one

In truth, in love, in time

High Genus

We deduce fruit comes from

Seed of it's kind

The universe produced

Sentient mind

Without a doubt a seed contains

Potential in it's prime

The fruit's aware that something there 

Is as itself sublime

Considering potentials

One traces origin

For that which is 

Comes from a likeness

Held somewhere within

The Ink Blot Prophecies

Sentient forms

Distill in realms transcendent

A threshold senses cannot pass

Where abstract shapes of will amassed

Reveal dynamics of desire

The cancer of control 

Mired in repeating cycles 

Longer than the breadth of life and death 

Or single generation

And thus the patterned is concealed

Taxing the sage while prophet splay

The inkblot omen

Parading through millennia

The chorus of history cants the evil ostinato

But cloaks fomenting spirit

Hidden in the human heart

While ravaging earth in it

The presage rattling the door 

Her drums have stopped 

Warning no more

It’s here the silence whispers

Sin is in the gates

Beware the ink blot prophecies 

Announce they registers again

Where pound of flesh is reckoned less

Than ounce of plain prevention

Virtue Vise

"Oh god of stone, please help me!"

The zealot knelt and prayed

Without food, without water

Paid homage through the day

His last meal on the altar

Offered for far more food

Till finally he passed out

A practice not too shrewd

A stranger found his body

Reviving him with drink

He took food from the altar

An led him from the brink

The next day the same zealot

Was back before the stone

He felt his prayers were answered

What's more the proof was shown

For missing from the altar

The food he sacrificed

Proved that the stone consumed it

His virtue in a vise

The Pious Deist

How could a being so great and grand

Care for a speck as small as man?

For if God cared, why does he hide

In everything before my eyes?

Creator absent from our lives

While we are left to grow and thrive

So apathetic

So enigmatic

To man's condition

Frail and tragic

"Stop!" 

The voice of reason cried

I froze in place

A whisper sighed

"O' man, why worship gods of stone?"

"Within your being is my throne"

"Though darkness clouds"

"Though far you roam"

"Our hearts embrace"

"You're not alone!"

These words as marrow in my bones

Sank in so deep 

Their truth--a tome

The deist creed

A futile path

Like atheists'

Vacuous math

And though I know that I am known

The blind must feel there way back home

Personal Limits

A ball rolled in the street

The child ran to get it

Her daddy yelled and stopped her

And this was to his credit

The child was too short of course

To see oncoming traffic

The parent scolded carelessness

The outcome would be tragic

As he explained in detail

All the child heard was gibberish

She didn't have the intellect

But knew she didn't get her wish

How much are we like children

When we do not get our way

Our limited perspective

Makes us blame God in dismay

I don't pretend to know

Or fend inequities of life

But in the end I hope Love mends

The broken heart and strife

Super Natural

With supernatural powers 

The comic hero could fly 

Faster than the speed of sound

Master of the skies

He could hear clear people speak

Around the planets girth

And see better than any creature

Known to live on earth

So the comic book author got on the plane

Used his cellphone to make a hotel reservation

Then google-mapped it on his computer