Mile after Mile

My heart may be broken, my body so tired

My hope may have fallen away for awhile

But then I look up and when I see You smile

I recall how you’re always there mile after mile.

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Forgiveness

Oh the soul’s long self-dismay

From the guilt and bitter shame

With lifted eyes toward the cross

And to Him who paid the cost

Feel forgiveness by the name

Jesus Christ the Lord has saved

And redeemed you from your chains

Lifted dead men from their graves-

So rest eternal in His care

Grace unmerited is there.

Awesome, mighty, just and kind

King of Kings, God of my life.

Never Gone

It’s only when we reach the end

Of all that’s known will we begin

To press into that vast expanse

Of life beyond our present breath

And turn our eyes to future’s new

And welcome thoughts and dreams into

Our lives which once before were stale

Vapid from some windless gale

Of absolute monotony

Our hearts yearning to find reprieve

Our minds wishing for something more-

But fearing we won’t open doors

To where we’ve never gone before.

With What Meaning

As any intellectual individual who has have ever pondered the meaning of life will tell you there are times when it all seems meaningless. Even the wisest intellectual to ever live- Solomon the King of Israel (yes that Solomom) spent years of his life attempting to derive meaning from his existence. Finding that it is “Vanity of vanities. All is vanity.” Ecc. (1:2) And a “striving after the wind” Ecc. (1:14) Now I don’t claim to be as wise as Solomon, a ludicrous idea, however upon my own reflective reasoning I find myself in an equally morbid state of mind as that to which I logically attribute to the former scholar. That state of mind being one that causes me to look around at everything I see and wonder… Why? Why bother with it all? I get up, go to work, go to school, go to sleep, and do it all over again. I find trivial amusements to occupy the minutia of freetime that remains to me after cramming every possible second of existence with activities to distract my attention from the eternal mundanity that is life. But in moments such as this where I find myself in a philosophical and contemplative sort of mind I can’t help but question the reasons. If that is all there is to it. If all there is to existence is simply existence what is the point of existing? Why do we frown upon suicide, and denounce hatred and murders? Why don’t we just fold our hands and cry over the horrible position we find ourselves in? Where to live is life for the sake of life and to die is nothing more or less than simply dying? Why should anyone care about anything if there is no meaning to anything anyway

As these thoughts ebb through the recesses of my consciousness I hope my jotting them down will strike a chord in your own mind and get you to ponder as well. I won’t attempt to persuade you of where I fall in this for I believe we are discussing matters if truth. And truth cares not for persuasion but stands upon its own and absolute. It is noteworthy however to observe the fact that I still continue to write this proves that I believe there to be meaning in what I write. But if there is meaning in something as trivial as this blog post then isn’t it safe to say that there is meaning in life? If so what is that meaning?

Think deeply friends for our existence dwells here and eternity hangs in the balance.

In Despair

Remember when the darkness comes

And I’m no longer there

That you were one who withheld hope

When I was in despair

I wish not equivocity

But rather love is shared

Alas though we’ll not strive again

We’re cursed within this glare.

A fabled mystic long ago

Once spoke a solemn prayer

But quickly you’ve forgot it

And settled for pious heirs

Clinging to vestiges of hopes

So laden down with fears

You’ve lost the heart and mind to fight

As poisoned by the air.

So breath it in and breath it out

Pretend you’re unaware

Of who it was offered no hope

When I was in despair.

Existence

Lightning and thunder held back by the clouds
freezing rain crashing like shots to the ground
A fire rages as humanity’s found
Their future is fleeing quicker than the sound.

Pressed into crevices none could sustain
life is examined for fruit without aim
tortured and wasted their livelihood maimed
by trials of science whose virtue’s unstained.

But out in the wild a figure whose name
goes without saying exists all the same.
Living in solitude shielding the flame
that has for ages been guarding the way.

Except that way’s saved for all but the proud
and those who are humbled, hands tied to the plow
stumble upon it then gratefully bow
before being lifted and granted a crown.

Questions of wonder compel men to explore
the nature of marvels exist in the world
but soon minute details boasting open doors
obscuring answers crush hearts to the floor.

Then lightning and thunder held back by the clouds
break from their shackles and shatter the ground.
The soul of the mortal shutters at the sound
as the weight of existence at last crashes down.

Regret

I saw a broken soul

Yearning to be whole

While by his side there stood a fool

Who wished to be annulled.

I witnessed grace unmerited

Life and love the benefits

And also sins dark heritage

While critics shouted rhetoric

I’ve seen more than I asked to see

I’ve lived more than I wished to live

I’ve been more than I wished to be

I’ve lost more than I thought to give.