October 2014

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24 October 2014 - 9:09am -- charles
When all of life and the crowd encircle me
I long to be far and alone in deep seclusion
In the presence of my own thoughts set free
To find solace in a place sure of my inclusion

The allure of my own company courts me
Where the ruminations of my soul abide
Running as deep and as wide as the sea
Where life reflections come as a great tide

Here, always staying true to my convictions
Pure and unadulterated by wily machinations
Unaffected by any toxic views and opinions
Whether new or passed down the generations

As I sit alone in this great and vast expanse
In the realm of reflection, meditation, prayer
It feels as though I am in such a divine trance
In timeless space, if minutes pass am unaware

Yet, when alone with my thoughts in solitude
I long for the companionship of other people
I long for a listening ear to hear my gratitude

Do Something

21 October 2014 - 11:15pm -- charles
Let me not simply sit
Without strive or profit
Let this seed not lie idle
As a talent in the ground
Without return to its keeper
Let me not sit in fear and despair
Without return to the Creator of all

I want to do something:

To create something
Something wonderful
Something powerful
Something beautiful

Let these hands be like the potter
Let these hands be as the sculptors’
Let them be as the silversmith
Let them be as those of my Creator

Because, I want to do something:

To create something
Something wonderful
Something powerful
Something beautiful

Yes, I really want to do something:

To do something great
I want to be someone
To be someone great
Someone like you Lord

Oh, how I want to do something!
Because I was made on purpose
For a purpose, to do something!

The Fishermen

19 October 2014 - 8:08pm -- charles
Fishermen of the Coast
I am standing and staring out of the window looking far into the distance. The water flows, rippling perfectly when caressed by the easterly winds. Birds dance with the morning sky as they call out to one another. All the while they happily sing the chorus to a beautiful song

The cliff edge is gently kissed by the waves as they bid good morning to the land that surrounds them. Beyond this immediate beauty and splendor I see fishermen over the water in the distance. They will have ventured out early just when the sun contemplated its own rising. They sailed their boats, embracing the wind and slicing through the water

They have settled and cast their nets so now they sit and wait, carefully watching. As they sit and watch they talk of times past and times to come. In the meantime the fish are biting. One by one they eagerly greet the bait

The Laughter of Love

17 October 2014 - 7:58pm -- charles
The Laughter of Love
In their laughter
They love anew
Two faces, once young
Now crinkled and creased
But still more beautiful than ever
As laughter lingers long in timeless love

Their faces like fireworks
Lighting up the night sky
They laugh the laughter of lovers
Reveling in the unraveling of a gift
In the gift of love’s joy and gladness
As though the morrow will never come
They laugh as birds chirping in their nests
As though there was only that moment in time

You can hear their joy from afar
It is as the laughter of childhood
It is free, without care, and ever playful
Yet as ancient, wise and serious the sages
The laughter of Love is a most curious
And beautiful thing, to be heard and shared

It is pleasing and delightful
It is a product of and yet produces joy
It is as the washing of the tropical rains

Wondering about You

11 October 2014 - 5:55pm -- charles
Wondering about You
I arise from the dust
In the midst of splendor
Woken from deep slumber
A slight aching in my side
My eyes now firmly fixed
Gazing in your direction

As I look at you,
My aching starts to ease
And I begin to wonder
Yes, I wonder in amazement
At what point you realized
Yes, when did you grasp
That you are so beautiful?

Was it when you first looked?
In the mirror to see such grace
And noticed that you are so lovely
Or was it when someone first told you?
Oh yes, I am wondering about you!

As I ponder about you, I wonder
Do you feel as beautiful as you look?
Indeed I wonder how it feels
How does it feel to be as gorgeous as you?
Indeed, I am now ever wondering about you!

Your beautiful smile
It says you are happy
So beautifully happy

Peeling Away the Layers

8 October 2014 - 11:52pm -- charles
Peeling Away the Layers

I am sitting staring at the surface
And it looks so beautiful, perfect and impeccable
However something seems amiss and out of place
So, peeling off a layer, I probe and look deeper
Only to find that beneath the surface lay a lot of stuff
Neglected, dusty, and disorganized
Frantic to keep my house in order
I immediately cleaned up this lower level

It felt good and I was so proud of myself
For all but a fleeting moment, that is
Until the unsettling feeling of unease returned
Causing me to search deeper so I peeled away
And to my horror I not only found dusty old clutter
But dark shadows, ghosts, zombies, and skeletons too
They were feasting, reveling and indulging themselves

Noticing my interruption their menacing faces glared at me
Their eyes screaming disapproval and mocking
As if shouting ‘don’t just stand there’

Walk with Me

7 October 2014 - 8:14pm -- charles
Walk with Me
Keep me company
For a while at least
Here in my thoughts
As we gently motion
From here to there

What’s the point?
I hear you asking!
And to what end?
From here to where?

I must insist
Put away your worries
For just a moment
And walk with me
From here to there

Along confined corridors
Leading up to open fields
Of thoughts and possibilities
And of this very moment
The here and now
Come, Walk with me
From here to there

Let us journey
From the roots of the ground
Straight to the moon and stars
And from the stars to the third realm
So come then
Walk with me
Yes, from here to there

Walk with me
From where I stand
To where you are
From where you are
To where I stand

Receive my Sacrifice

2 October 2014 - 4:11pm -- charles
I have prepared an altar
Here I set aside all possession
At this table of worship there is both life and death
Where I partake of the bread and wine that gives life eternal
And where I offer the daily ritual and sacrifice of offering my own life
Whose blemishes have been blotted out and made pure
Kneeling at this altar daily I cry out:

Receive my offering
My broken and contrite heart
As I put pen to paper and utter righteousness
Giving thanks for the love and holiness that you alone can give
For even though my flesh is broken my spirit is renewed and made whole

Receive my heart
The temple of your Holy Spirit
Receive the love of my spirit and soul
As I give my life like a grain of wheat falling to the ground
Giving thanks as I deny myself and delight in your ways: honor, praise, and glory

Receive my gifts