Withering grass of this season

with your abundance of green,

take advantage of Today -

Contribute to this Earthly scene.

Enjoy your present strength;

ignore worries of the past.

Let the distant failures fade

and let sweeter memories last.

Be true to yourself always,

standing tall and strong.

Focus on your own meadows and...

Learn to hum to Life's song.

 Nothing Gold Can Stay

Standing at the threshold

of Death's ultimate door,

my last gasp escapes me...

As I've never experienced before.

Into the Heavenly realm

I ascend in wonderment,

now housed in an incorruptible body

and thankful that from sin I did repent.

Standing in God's throne room

freed of all Earthly flesh,

my spiritual essence is energized

and feeling fully refreshed.

Now gathered unto my Savior,

unencumbered reality is more than it seems;

for to be in His Presence

is my accomplished dream.

Having been given my kingly reward,

in these times of everlasting days,

willfully I set my crown at His feet.

For upon my head, nothing gold can stay.

Spiritual Irony

Foolishness of Jehovah

exceeds the wisdom of Mankind;

torture by crucifixion

was to serve as a deterrent

to stop all forms of crime.

Inhumane treatment

demonstrates insatiable blood thirst

in a vain attempt to bring out

the best character of man

by placing World's justice system first.

However, death of the Innocent Lamb,

a perfect sacrifice God did decree

to bridge the gap of sin

using Man's worst punishment

in a twist of spiritual irony.

His Blessings

His blessings upon my life flow -

No matter where I am

or wherever I happen to go.

Overcoming the curse of Mankind,

is a consuming, infinite Love

from the One declared divine.

As I continue inside His Will,

sheltered by Sacrificial grace,

His many promises are fulfilled.

Truly blessed, to be a blessing

is simple for anyone to see -

As I'm fully submerged... in God's covering.

Forgiveness

We are wronged by people daily,

but to not forgive is unconscionable.

The Universal King had died for all;

for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.

He has given absolute amnesty

to everyone who has accepted Him.

Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity -

Grace's favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.

Death is inevitable, and our spirits

this mortal frame will leave;

so take advantage of God's condonation

to be granted a heavenly reprieve.

Human lives hang in limbo

under the penalty of death;

speak kindly of others and refrain...

From another wasted breath.

Author Notes:

Moments of Clarity

Oh, how I desire more

of Your Light's essence,

to clearly penetrate

the core of my being.

How much can I endure

without Your Presence?

Though I may be frustrated,

it's You Lord, I'm believing.

It's been said before,

in Your Word's eloquence -

"nothing new" has been stated

and it agrees with what I'm seeing.

Moments of clarity, at the door

of Your Kingdom's brilliance,

are revelations of my faith's fate,

found under Your grace and loving... kindness.

Poem: Prism to our Past

A humbling profession is

Biblical archaeology,

where people are found prostrate -

Searching for glimpses of Man's history.

Forgotten souls and evidence have been

covered by layers of earthly dust,

as recent discoveries now include...

The decoding of Israel's "Exodus".

An eclectic collection of artifacts

of the "Hyksos Expulsion" have been laid bare

by Simcha, the "Naked Archaeologist",

on TV's "The History Channel" everywhere.

Proposed is a brilliant theory,

that spans a labyrinth of time,

while he employs computer graphics

to capture believers' hearts and minds.

An unending excavation

of God's Truth will forever last,

while we focus our attention

and gaze through... His prism to our past.

Author Notes:

Simcha J., the "Naked Archaeologist", recently released a two-hour video called "Decoding the Exodus".

As a Joint Heir with Thee

What a blessing it would be

as a joint heir with thee,

sharing the Father's affection

for the numerous days of eternity!

What a honor you've bestowed upon me

as a joint heir with thee,

being adopted by the universal King

and connected to the divine, family tree.

What a grand responsibility

as a joint heir with thee,

proclaiming your name and love

to the World's expanse of humanity.

Avoiding Hell?

Have you sealed your fate

with the rejection of Him?

Accept Christ now

before your life wears thin.

For in permanent separation

there's no God or peace -

Only continual torment and anguish

without any comfort or release.

Alone in the dark

as fallen angels without light,

you too will become a demon creature

lacking hope of spiritual sight.

Forget about Purgatory,

but make a decision today -

avoiding Hell can be done,

for Christ is the Life, Truth and Way.

And Yet His Hand...

Despite the trials of this earthly world

and the continued foolishness of men,

God wants His Principles completely unfurled -

For He loves His Children, while hating sin.

His anger is not turned away

and yet His Hand is outstretched still.

Our Salvation awaits its appointed day

with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.

As long as we continue to breathe,

there's Hope for us to loving cleave;

He's promised that His Spirit will never leave -

So open your heart now... and simply believe.

Today's Great Undead Poets

Today's great undead poets,

awash in the internet sea,

seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness

of our cyberspace world.

Following the heroic tradition of Man,

these daring individuals look to gain acceptance

through the expression of concepts.

Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,

in defiance of critical naysayers,

the blankness of virtual paper

is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.

Writing styles and topics,

whether expressed in romanticized language

or the coarseness of profanity,

are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory

and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of achievement. In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought, today's great undead poets find treasures in the discovery of self.

The Cross, Stark and Still

Into the depths of untold depravity,

a perfect creation had fallen away;

unimagined grace poured out from our God above -

As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... subtly calls for the World's attention.

Since the dawn of everlasting time,

our Savior awaited His appointed day;

despite humanity's race to certain doom -

His Hand of wrath was intentionally stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... continues to demonstrate His gift of Salvation.

The twinkling stars danced across the midnight blue

as songs arose from the angelic array;

quietly the Messianic babe in a manger lay -

As His Hand of wrath was lovingly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... serves as a testament of Love's perfection.

A carpenter's son? He's just a man!

His godly claim on earth displayed

had believers searching for purest faith -

His Hand of wrath was securely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... reminds that our debt was paid for sin's violation.

In the face of false accusations,

Christ held His tongue to Pilate's dismay,

for God's plan played out for all to see -

As His Hand of wrath was purposely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...

is a backdrop for a risen Lord calling us with adoration.

Author Notes:

This is a collaboration piece with Mr. Jeffrey Jordan of Wichita Falls, Texas.