My Two Women

20 Oct

artist: Vykky Gamble

The two women in my life, they seem to visit more lately

I don’t like them in the same room, they do not get along

Can there be a harmony between them? Sometimes I believe so

Other times I don’t believe so; they are so very much different

They both try to get me to look at them, and give me reasons why to

It doesn’t help either that I love one more, and begun to dislike the other

It wasn’t always that way; they used to take turns being with me…

It is a bit complicated; the one I love scares me, I don’t know her well

I am comfortable around the one I now feel some dislike for, I know her

 

They have both been with me at different points in my life journey

The one I love more is Beautiful, Loving, Gentle, Tender, Passionate, Joyful

As she walks it’s like there’s a dance rhythm; a colorful air of life follows her

I see her smile in her eyes; her laugh is hearty; she is hope-full and faith-full

She believes nothing is impossible in the name of Pure Love; she’ll take risks

She is also sometimes lawless, and stubborn, for good reasons she says…

When she is with me I can’t deny feeling like a blooming flower…renewed

 

The other woman too is beautiful, loving, sensitive, brilliant, thought-full

I think a little too thought-full; she walks quietly and has her reservations

She has her story and the marks that come with it; she smiles, but there is more

She is also sometimes selfish, stubborn and aggressive, for fair reasons she says…

She enjoys many pleasures, healthy and harmful; in our times together I feel…safe

 

Do I need them both in some ways? Again the talk of a sense of balance

I care about them both; they are a part of me, they live within me… are me

Some days one watches on in silence, she is not up to fight for me or with me

Other days they both go through the plans of the day with me; can be troubling

Which one will walk with me today? They may stand each other today…for now

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Looking in

13 Oct

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The desires within drive away the rest and stillness
They are hot and burning inside, and i sense them strong
Where have they come from? my imagination or the image
The image, the truest , purest, passionate form of who i am
Streams and currents of inspiriting inspiration sweeping the fragile form
Heart pounds rising, mind speeding almost numbingly and trance-like

Love, to love burns foremost, to be allowed to rule above all
The most beautiful and most powerful, that renews while transforming
Belief and hope wrestles, to keep the fire of life glowing…flaming
Firmly convinced of the goodness and  ability of all that is True and Light
Mastering the inhibitions is present too,some justified, others not
Some are welcome, others will pass, have to fade and be gone, Be Gone

Allowing the mind and spirit feast on images of loveliness, and truthfulness
Taking mental trips to beautiful and tranquil places the feet have not been yet
Musing on the only words that can speak calm to the disturbance and disorderliness
Quiet down in the Comforter of comforters, and seek the unequaled Presence of the Creator, of the Shaper, of God.

Worth High-lighting and Sharing

8 Sep

This song was written  and sang by a friend of mine( Rob McMichael) and i love the message so much that i decided to present it here

Who You Are(original song)—Video

Lyrics:

Words cannot exaggerate
Yet I cannot articulate
The wonder of who You are my God.

None compare in holiness
And by your word the worlds exist
I marvel at who You are my God.

I stand in awe of the grace of the King
The Lord of everything
who still loves a wretch like me.
I stand and sing of the love of the Lamb
Demanding all I am
Because he loves a wretch like me.

He loves more than we will know
The cross stands in time just to show
The glory of who You are my God

One day soon we will sing
And all creation gladly bring
Our worship for who You are my God

I stand in awe of the grace of the King
The Lord of everything
who still loves a wretch like me.
I stand and sing of the love of the Lamb
Demanding all I am
Because he loves a wretch like me.

Words cannot exaggerate
Yet I cannot articulate
The wonder of who You are my God.

And then…

6 Sep

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[In memory of 9/11, loss, and service]

Heart-piercing shrieks as speechless horror unfolds

Panic thundering through the routines of the day

Blackness and grayness cuts through the blueness of sky

I wonder if the birds of the air also paused in flight to gasp

 

Darkness did not stop the light, it cannot… unless let

Hearts remembered the oaths vowed before  God and Man

Living Images of the One who is Great Light burst forward

Loving, comforting, sharing, mending, searching, providing

 

Did you hear? Do you know? What is written? What He wills

That He will wipe the teary eye, death certainly conquered

Sorrow will flee, crying shall cease, pain no more, nevermore

Those times of old shall give way to the Goodness of a new day

The promise is firm; the Christ of the Universe gives His Word

Son of man, stand on your feet

31 Aug


[Formatted into poetry. Original version below]

In these times it seems easier to allow the dark waters

Waters of worry, anxiety, fear, pain, despair and depression

Roll over our souls and choke our lion-like roar

I too have had those breath-taking moments;

Curses can readily gather on my tongue

 

Something within Man struggles for a way of escape, a way out

There is a hunger and thirst for something

Something true, enduring, joyful, lovely, beautiful;

A place our spirit can escape even if our bodies feel stuck

At first i heard of that place, but now i know that place…

In the presence of the Ever-Living Creator and

In the cleansing blood of His Christ

 

Come wonderful soul, i tell you the Truth…

Let us allow the days of bitterness, pride, vile anger,

Of coldness and unkindness, melt away as wax from a candle…

Let us welcome the sweet and tender, yet mighty and everlasting waters;

The waters of Love, Hope and Faith soothingly wash over our bruised souls

 

I see four faces on the Sons of Men; that of a man, a lion, an ox, and an eagle

As Man we can unite in the ways of Truth and Loving-kindness

As the lion we can roar with awakening strength and boldness

As the ox we can carry the work of our righteous purposes,

And as the eagle we can rise to new heights with renewed vision.

“What heights of Love… what depths of peace, when fears are stilled and striving cease…” –(Worship song)

I am a witness

22 Aug

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I am a witness that the seasons of life come and pass on

A cheerful heart is good medicine

You can’t give what you don’t have

A soft word turns away wrath

A tender kiss can melt hardness

Compassion can mend a bruised soul

Forgiveness sets a soul free

A broken heart can be healed

Beauty can arise from ashes

Joy can come from despair

Prisons can open for the bound

Hate kills but Love saves and restores

There is no law against true Love

 

I am a witness that an upright man is a happy man

There is no rest for the wicked

What a man sows he reaps

Mercy can prevail over justice

Enemies can become friends

A heart of stone can be made flesh

The soul is made to be free

Body, mind and spirit must be nourished

Poverty of soul and spirit is the worst

There is a time for every purpose under heaven

 

I am a witness that Love, Hope and Faith unites every soul in every nation

The prayer of the humble and distressed is answered

The honor of God is the beginning of wisdom

The ways of God are pure, enlightening the eyes

and converting the soul

In Christ dwells the way of salvation

Scarlet garments can be white as snow

The value of one man, and change can come from one

By the power of One, the Creator, all things are possible

Truth needs no defense, but proves itself in all generations

This is for the poor, the oppressed, the captives, the shamed, and the wounded-hearted

Son of man, stand on your feet

15 Aug

In these times it seems easier to allow the dark waters of worry, anxiety, fear, pain, despair  and depression roll over our souls and choke our lion-like roar. I too have had those breath-taking moments; curses can readily gather on my tongue. Something within Man struggles for a way of escape, a way out.  There is a hunger and thirst for something true, enduring, joyful, lovely,beautiful; a place our spirit can escape even if our bodies feel stuck. At first i heard of that place, but now i know that place…In the presence of the Ever-Living Creator and in the cleansing blood of His Christ. Come wonderful soul, i tell you the Truth…Let us allow the days of bitterness, pride,vile anger, coldness and unkindness melt away as wax from a candle…Let us welcome the sweet and tender, yet mighty and everlasting waters of Love, Hope and Faith soothingly wash over our bruised souls. I see four faces on the Sons of Men; that of a man, a lion, an ox, and an eagle. As Man we can unite in the ways of Truth, as the lion we can roar with awakening strength and boldness, as the ox we can carry the work of our righteous purposes, and as the eagle we can rise to new heights with renewed vision.

“What heights of Love,… what depths of peace, when fears are stilled and striving cease…”

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