chosen to become…

instead of regret –
appreciate the lesson learned.
instead of sorrow –
remember the prequel to the pain.
instead of doubt –
find something you know is true –
hold on to it.
 
life can be anything we want it to be.
we have choices to make.
 
there is no sentence of disparage inherited or inescapable.
no where is it written we must accept negative situations as predetermined avenues of travel.
if we encounter clouds –
inclement weather –
we have to remember the sun is still above us.
we will dry out.
 
and on those days when we feel everyone has heard a voice –
resounding echo –
instructing them to run away,
we have to recognize the dialogue of lies.
 
if nothing else you understand brings clarity to your confusion –
walk outside –
look up.
in a universe so vast –
magnificent beyond human expectation –
you were chosen to become!
 
of all the people that you could have been –
you are exclusively –
you!
 
and while you may not appreciate the gift of your creation,
someone else may find their peace –
simply because God answered their prayer –
with you…
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just about now

and just about now,
while the stars shine and the moon is slightly less than full,
we wage wars against ourselves.
 
in this moment, instead of holding hands, we throw sparks –
rekindle flames –
ignite with fear the fires of discontent.
what will it accomplish?
this war of indifference?
if in the end –
when the smoke finally clears –
we find all we’ve conquered –
is good; all that remains –
draped in darkness –
sad shroud of victory worn by kings without crowns –
left only to reign over the grave of morality.
 
and so it goes…
 
and just about now,
we boast and brag of conquests made in the name of jurisprudence –
encroach upon the boundaries of right and wrong –
yet fail to comprehend the majesty of benevolence.
 
and just about – now –
while making plans to ostracize God from our concept of creation –
we fail to realize the structure of our once great society is falling down –
thin walls of faith,
collapsing in upon themselves,
weakened –
by the senseless acts –
inhumanity of man –
 
and just about now –
the reality of our demise is heard –
not in the roar of mighty storms –
but subtle as the exit of day –
more personal than a whisper of consolation,
from the very lips of death…
 
(and now i lay me down to sleep ,
i pray the Lord,
my soul…)
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hourglass of our demise

caught up in the vortex of assume.
we place our hearts on trays of trust –
offer invitation to presentations of our self.
 
with marked deliberation –
we push the everything of all we are onto center stage –
dim the lights –
create atmosphere of intimate accommodation.
 
and there.
exposed.
wearing only the skin of our re-purposed conviction –
we promenade our is –
recite monologues of our suppose.
 
there is,
i feel,
no sorrow more defined than diminished expectation.
to strip away the layers of apprehension –
peel off the mask of reluctant –
allow access to the very essence of our was,
in hopes of finding partner on the journey to our will become –
and find,
when naked of all but our indiscretion,
the effort wasted –
could-be not an option…
 
as the curtain begins to close –
lights of life begin to dim –
we realize the absence of audience.
 
as one by one the patrons reassigned.
most often to follow adventures we cannot comprehend.
while we remain –
restrained as sand within the hourglass of our own demise.
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suppose

unintentionally –
detached.
 
disengaged by lack of –
need.
 
displaced – from absence of – desire…
 
what is it about a storm –
creates relevance?
clarity – from chaos?
 
granted – lingers briefly –
disappears without a trace of reluctance.
what happens then –
to the once safe bastion of – care?
 
if allowed transition (effortlessly)
from
is – to – was;
relocated by winds of change –
what purpose denying opportunity of might?
 
why reconstruct altars dedicated to suppose –
on sands that shift,
when merely threatened by the tide?
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secure within your walls

out through the in-door,
in through the out –
always against the current,
you…
 
traveling now –
back into my country –
sunlight on the horizon,
dawn to a brand new day!
 
how is it –
with ease –
you navigate my conscious stream of life –
transverse my sky
as easily as light adheres to day?
 
nothing else –
not even thought –
can penetrate,
so easily permeate my mind.
 
you wrap around me –
contain the all of me
as much as –
skin.
 
complete –
i am –
with you –
secure within…
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the trauma of forgot

and then some nights –
silence.
screams from voice of insecurity muffled –
less than audible echo down the corridor of alone.
 
what purpose keys –
to doors with locks,
removed?
regardless invitation to accept –
no answered reply –
unheard knocks.
curtains drawn.
occupancy –
denied.
 
and in the darkness of implied unnecessary –
even shadows disappear.
 
there is no greater fear than becoming victim to indifference.
no deeper hurt –
than trauma of forgot…
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hurdles

sometimes we stand off-stage –
silent in the shadows.
waiting for the applause to quiet.
anxious for our moment.
 
what if the words we say contradict our intention?
if misunderstood,
how can we erase the indiscretion?
 
what if –
instead of allowing opportunity for exposure –
we chose to exit the auditorium –
withdraw our monologue from the arena of consideration?
 
reluctance affirms behavior of diminished trust.
to suppose confrontation with presumed disinterest,
merely solidifies the sin of assumption.
what will it matter –
in the end –
who disagreed?
 
if what we seek as punctuation for our journey is the commonality of acceptance –
then why begin?
 
as one created in the image of such a flawless creator,
how can we entertain thoughts of inadequacy?
surely the standards implied by a society lacking even a hint of morality
serve only to strengthen our purpose –
ignite the fire of our intent.
 
how amazing –
this faith.
to own license of confidence in the promise of forever.
 
regardless the temporary distraction –
hurdles of shouldn’t,
and couldn’t,
and can’t…
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possibility of am…

i wonder,
how it would feel,
if at that point along your journey,
the option to allow yourself to be completely broken was given.
 
how incidental,
the situation –
to be picked up,
piece by piece –
reconstructed –
to become whole.
 
reassignment of your could have been,
into the possibility of –
am…
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where my will crashes into my was…

today – gone.
another rotation of this tremendous orb.
today i lingered too long in the foyer of could not – allowed time to steal away another farewell.
yet as i reminisced on the life of my already, i found reason to smile.
regardless the moments of masquerade –
even through the storms of suppose –
i found my way to the shore of this great sea of forgive.
and standing there – arms open wide – the essence of grace…

 

whatever thought of me stands in authority of your presume, i hope you understand the peace i feel in absence of concern.

 

there is this book i read.
from time to time.
pages worn.
cover tattered and torn.
notes and highlights from moments of enlightened sanctification.
and contained within the parables and psalms,
explanation for allowed incidence of disregard.

 

today i found exception to the rule of adequate.
today i found justification for perseverance.
today i found subterfuge in the camp of my alone.
today i found,
a friend.
and that has made all the difference…

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reverence in the presence of allowed…

 

no candles lit.

no celebration.

no revelation of dreams come true.

 


life begins and ends – 

regardless pageantry,  

in spite of pomp and circumstance. 

 


while accoutrements of consideration add a deviation to the rhythm, 

they alter not the designation of its passage.

true, 

we can argue the benefit of correspondence.

for purpose of justification, 

we can extol the value of accommodation. 

 


while some may find the journey cumbersome in their pursuit of a conceptualized destination, 

others engage in active pursuit of extracting every ounce of occupation from each moment traveled in time.

 


alas,

twilight.

fading flickers of light absorbed into the was.

and as i stand facing the horizon of a brand new is,

i realize the absence of anticipation. 

irrelevant –

the should-have –

the could-have – 

the did-not. 

all empty shells strewn upon an abandoned beach.

 


if allowed passage to the garden of tomorrow,

i will pursue with diligence the expectation of blessing –

reverence in the presence of allowed…

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