GOD gets to me in my memories, in my hate, in my love, in my joy, my pain, my tiredness, my cloudy days, dancing in the rain; in my hopes, in silence, in desire, in weakness, in my humanity, in shadows, in closed doors, in rocky mountain-climbs, in slow-paced walks, in daydreaming, in dusty road-paths, in words, in letters, in phone-calls, in conversations, in sounds going and coming, in regrets conquered by true faith, on screens, on keyboards, on empty papers filled with words later, on cold-nights.
Christianity is a continuity of overcoming. We have temptations and mental tempests to sail through; we have weaknesses and feeble points to fortify. For the Christian, we must admit this because if we say we don't have these, we would be lying.
We look at the mirror, see the defects of sin but immediately forget what kind of wreck we are because we have – over time – been in the habit of ignoring the solution. That when GOD says a thing to us – in whatever way heaven pleases to say – we hear but we don't act on it. In doing this, continuously, we set a precedence of complacence and a fence of negligence such that we cannot even do a thing to save ourselves.
BOND 289 This is an incomplete spoken-word poem (an impersonation): I’ve fallen/ I've sinned/ I've grinned at sin/ I’ve sinned and grinned/ (I’ve) been weaned but sinned. I've fallen/ I've risen/ Again, I hope to begin/ but being human is sick if I don't live, meek/ I have owed morality a great debt/ I’m shallow-minded … Continue reading RE: What Have you Done?
Don’t call evil good, don't call good bad, don't call GOD man, don’t call man, GOD; don't call silver, grey; don't say bronze is gold; don't call truth, a lie; don't lie against the truth. Amen.
This is my perfection: that I am a mirror; this is my reflection: that GOD is GOD and I am in GOD and the world can wait.
FATHER, forgive me for I have sinned;
For sin takes me away from you by taking you away from me…
If I lose my name, if I lose my Fame, if I lose the pain, the joy, the aim or my shame. If I lose my throne or my anguish. If I lose the praise of men, the rays of hope, the trust; not truth, the beauty, the radiance, the wealth, the health, the isolated … Continue reading The Gain of My Loss
The very desires I mounted like Babel's tower building up to reach the root of YOUR Gates, to see YOU and conquer YOU in me have been confused and confounded. They have been washed away, scattered, disgraced, watered down and ruptured within since it is YOUR Grace that has been weeding them out of me so that I can please YOU – that YOU may be pleased with me, Amen.