small portions of the cosmo

as if you could measure Him
as if we could be taught
as if His presence
could be bound or bought

punch numbers
write letters
draw lines
around truth

he is this
he is that
he is purple
or blue

as if you could name
the infinite light
or measure his waters
in ways finite

perhaps you are proud
of your place in the chain
of your power
or knowhow
your import
your fame

perhaps you speak boldly
of things that you've done
vomiting lists
i've won. i've won

but oh!
how you've failed
and oh!
how you'll die

neurotic

outspoken
and rotting from pride

but oh!
how you've failed
and oh!
how you'll die

with a metal of honor
on a pulpit
in lights

thought for the day...

“Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty” (II Corinthians 3:17).

















They say "all's fair in love and war" or "love is a battlefield"... Hevens knows, i grew up singing the song! But they never did stipulate when enough is enough. When exactly does the time come where it is acceptable, if not advisable, to withdraw your troops, cut your losses and run? When the love battlefields of love are littered with various parts of you, can the ground that was lost ever truly be won back?





I wonder if Hitler could go back and re-write the lines of World War One, if the story would look any different. If he would use his words instead of blazing in with swords drawn, would things have looked different



where as. maybe, just maybe the pain is what forces us to grow in a different direction. maybe after the growth, when what we are left with are beautiful battle wounds that will eventually caputre the eye of a soilder. On that will be on my side.

of joy and sorrow

There is a poet named Kahlil Gibran who knew precisely how I feel. And while there are moments of error in his philosophy, it would do us good to know that all truth is God's truth. And today, I heard God through him...I hope that it mends your soul as it did mine:

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable. "

from The Prohet