Tuesday, July 23, 2013

God's Splendor Runs Through It

The waterfall says all
Verve through vitality cascades through tall palisades
Its eminence seeks essence
Lilting and tilting its way down the mount
Moving over the gloss of the moss
Submerged rocks turned an esteemed evergreen
It grapples and babbles in its lope
With playful mirth cutting through the earth
Feeding the needing habitat                                
Those both motionless and moving restless
Together paired
Abated through seasons fared

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Signs Surrounding You

The deaf man was asked
What do you hear?
The blind man was asked
What do you see?
The mute man was asked
What do you say?
Hear
See
Speak
All the deaf man heard was
God bless you
All the blind man saw was
Apathetic eyes
All the mute man spoke was
Just love me
Hear
See
Speak
What do you hear?
What can you see?
What could you say?
What signs surrounding you
Do you deny!

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Via Del La Rosa

This man Jesus followed have I
I watched Him from afar with my eye
Now He walks stumbling down this path
Bloodied with a cross on His back
They call Him Jehovah
Making His way through Via Del La Rosa

Hiding like a thief
Following the crowds through the way of grief
I went to watch Him die
Curious to see Him crucified
While I watched his suffering and pain
My life to Him I gave, no more occasion to refrain

Soldiers, citizens mocked and disbelieved
That He was Lord and the King of all Kings
Cried out did he, “It is finished” and gave up His breath
Lifeless His head fell entering into death

The sky grew dark and the earth it shook
Now people stood with terrified looks
A man next to me turns as if to nod
Surely He was and is the Son of God

They tell me the curtain to the Holy of Holies that day had torn in two
And on this beloved day my spirit was born anew
I now can enter His presence cleansed of my life’s sins
Praise you Lord Jesus I now am born again

For much of my story this would be the end
But this Son of Man three days later rose to life again
For me everything has changed so certainly
For someday with Him I will spend an eternity

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Battle Of A Lifetime

Charge!!!
The toughened bellow came
I rose and ran, weapons in hand
Confident, undaunted
Bullets fly, from both sides, zipping, whistling, from every direction
Hitting flesh, ripping, tearing
Cannon shells explode, plummet all around
Smoke fills my eyes…blinding
In trepidation and dread my flesh crawls
Death and ruin surround

As the panorama plain burns aglow
Steadfast I keep my way towards victory
Death wins, death loses
Life wins, life loses
I have struck blows upon the enemy
But in the chaos I have struck my own
Ground is gained; ground is lost and gained again

Seemingly a lifetime but I have survived
From hell and back
Realized, my Lord has sustained me
As in a surreal dream
I draw a breath
Wearily I shut these eyes
Turning my back to the battlefield
Face bloodied, caked with dirt
Rivulets of dried tears stain my cheeks
Burned in by the sun

The smoke clears
Seemingly another lifetime I open my eyes
Turn my head to look back
Gaze up into the sun
Taking in its warmth God has made
I gaze over this panorama He led me across

Through and by His Spirit
I realize I hold no malice, no hate, and no guilt
For every destructive battle, my own or from another
All I have are memories to remember
Good ones, cherished…all other memories are dead
Graves I used to walk about
Now hidden amongst a healing bloom

There are more fights of faith to be fought ahead
Yet my Lord will lead me…Victory is His

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Invitation Fountain

There is a fountain
His name is Jesus
From Him flows everlasting life
If any are tired, thirsty, come and drink

He has prepared for you a place
Come, sit at His table, sit and drink
Find your cup spilling over
With streams of living water

He who thirsts, is tired and desires life
Can partake freely
So take His cup in hand
Come, eat from this Bread of Life

All who sit here are unworthy, yet welcome
Come, sit with all your filth, sin and brokenness
Here there is nothing to give, to pay
This meal, a new life awaiting you, is paid in full

All who recline at this table
Will trade their rags for robes of righteousness
Never to leave His presence
Receive freely Jesus’ shed blood on the cross

At this table Love and Grace flows endlessly forever
Your invitation awaits you at the table setting
Your name engraved forever in the Book of Life
Waiting for the always imperfect ones to sit

A cross and an empty tomb overshadows this table
In time, at this table
You will find restoration, deliverance, freedom and more
Come sit, Jesus is waiting for you
Come, I invite you to the invitation fountain

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Sunday, July 7, 2013

His Season Draws Nearer

Wooded was His tree of triumph
Rolled stone reveals this tomb empty
Three nails, three days, one way to God
I believed therefore I spoke
My sins asoaked in His scarlet dye whitewashed
My soul now free in liberty

I flow through the turmoil
The uncertainty of man’s times
Condemned to his condition without reconciliation
Left to his drowning whirlpool of foolish sagacity
My serenity is not of this earth
Nor is this terrestrial plane my abode

The season of nature is at hand
Near thee His season is nearer upon arrival
Quiet thyself, thy spirit
Eavesdrop ‘til you hear His Spirit
Be hushed… with eyesight and soul
The footsteps of a Savior draweth near and nearer

Sands of the hour glass draining, contrasting
For some, the deceitful days of wine and roses
Beckon with unbelief
For the elect, the trumpet polished, at the ready
Do you hear His footsteps?
He is coming as a thief
Near and nearer

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Monday, July 1, 2013

Afoot In The Snow

Pale moon shadows fall upon the lone rusted lantern and pole
In the snow where do these sole footprints go?
Looking lonely in the lantern’s yellow glow
Who lit this light in such a night?

I follow them, syncopated in time
Now they seem to pace steadier, faster, with no reason or rhyme
The whiteness is cold, and at the same time charming
Its existence is beautiful, quiet and disarming

The footprints move by the old wooden fence
My sense of aloneness brings me a warmth and pleasance
The footprints head towards old Carter’s well
So I march on for this mystery to quell

Snow under my feet crunches and chimes
Bricks and roof have toppled with time
I wonder to myself of a time distant past
When this well was alive and down the bucket was cast

The footprints stop here, at the well and trees
They do not continue on as far as I can see
Searching for more ‘round winter’s trees branches bare
That hide springtime’s hidden flora, fauna and flair

And now I wonder how I was led
Down this path in this peaceful stead
There is nobody to be seen, anywhere, no voice
I have no choice
But to move along, to go, afoot in the snow

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing