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Coloring paradise

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you.
My second chance to shape my faith every Sunday for a year.

Time began
the story goes
to some a fable
others truth so bold
two joined

together with God
happily roaming
touching color
feeling life’s breath
a rival serpent

intrudes the children’s souls
famished earth cries out
ancient prophetic promises
ushers in their Savior
Jesus, King of the Jews

suffering a time
blood flowing sacrifice
washing souls
of believers forever
no greater gift of love

heralds in Israel’s King
a generation’s
eyes fixed towards
unfolding clouds bending
knees below.

Pray! rolling
away the suffocating stones.
In community we share
laying down our lives
our heart’s life river flows.

There is no man on earth, no matter how he appears to be a god, who can do what God has been doing for thousands of years since Jesus’s death and resurrection. No man. Do not believe those who come preaching as Jesus did. Their words empty.

Their vision futile
their ego’s hunger satisfied
their power, a master
over the masses buried in grief.

My favorite pastime is to collect stones. At the beach, along a worn path or finding, while digging my garden’s dirt. Symbolically I roll away hatred and lay down, in a meaningful way, a reminder of the ever changing ending to my story bought with forgiveness.

The grief I still bear
the hope I walk towards slowly unfolds
the joy I yearn for satisfies.

Jesus rolled away a stone. The stone of hard hearts. No one could see His innocence, the love shown for creation, His weeping over our arrogance. Somehow we imagined we would do better, claiming God was at fault.

Slowly transformed hearts will bring the mountain down to greet our warn feet. Let us sing and exalt, our appetite for God flourish, not hidden but glowing for our neighbor to witness. Do not life’s bittersweet symphony break us. Travel on.

Brutal empires will be smashed
trumpets blowing
The Most High re-creating
heaven and earth
no more sorrow, no more tears.


Gospel of John 10:9 “I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. 10″The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly. 11″I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep.…

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