Roaming The Sands Of The Hourglass

Photographs are keepsakes
Souvenirs of another occasion
A footprint of the mind’s eye and heart
We live to relive some of them
The want
The need
To share
To feel the thread of sentiment again
That wove the experience
Yet the hourglass continues on
Like life
And so we roam
Looking for the next keepsake
Momentarily soothing and satisfying
Attempts to return to a place that was
Will not receive with open arms
Yet we grasp for it like sand held in a fist tightly
Holding it for a time
Before it slips through our fingers
Even the hand of The Lord Almighty
Adds no sorrow to a blessing
But within the hourglass
Even blessings after time lose their luster
Our flesh sees to that unfortunate side of us
Truth be said
This world is not my home
Yet for some they roam
Seeking the past for now that cannot be
Roaming the sands of the hour glass

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Down Below Chicago

Through the hurried
The frantic
The downtown streets
In the heart of the windy city
Below snow littered gutters
A lone solitary tune grips and seizes
The lone saxophone player plies his trade

Bluesy and soulful the melody one cannot ignore

The subway is his stage
Musty and freezing, reeking of broken dreams
Creating atmosphere that echoes through the station
Heard by the many, the countless

Many are the different faces passing by

But we are all intertwined for those moments
Having unwittingly become his audience
By no force of will of his own

Most do not stop to listen

Hurried to our next destinations in undulation
Oh, yet that soulful sound incarcerates
Captured we are

One cannot speak for others

But for me
This memory indelibly, I will always carry

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

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}

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}

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