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The Fluid Dreams of Clay Men

  • Oct. 21st, 2006 at 2:16 AM
Me

The retarded will sing

In clear and lovely ring

And the unable will dance

In fluid bow and spring

 

Deformation will not hold

And there still remains a mold

A perfect, beautiful frame

That yearns to bear your name

 

You will be new

Just like the spirit inside you

That's being remolded for the higher standard

A desperate hope that's all but absurd

That has always hidden in your dreams

Like an elusive, youth giving stream

 

The cruel will fall into weakness

The rude will shy into meekness

Even you, man of poured out strength

Are without a hard-earned Claim

 

Yet humiliation cannot stay

And fear must be swept away

When love, in full, arrives

Perfecting willing lives

 

You will be new

Even the spirit inside you

Which must rise and thank the day

And nightly, gratefully remain

A river transcends your dreams

A sparkling, bathing stream

written 2006

Gentleness

  • Jun. 11th, 2006 at 12:33 AM
Me

     When the guilty are humble, they are miserable to behold. Due wrath, a terrible and unyeilding justice, gives them failure of heart. A harsh response, a rough forgiveness strained through a stubborn wound, gives them little relief. However, a whole forgiveness, expressed in such a way that casts out all fear, restores the broken.
     When the guilty are restless, in a fury of panic, they are dangerous to be around. Gripping arrest, a safemaking, looses a greater, and more animal passion. Shocked retreat, an abandonment in presence and concern, leaves the captives in prison. However, a gentle approach, an acceptance of personal disaster, reaches into the eye of the storm.
     When the guilty are spiteful, they are abominidable to consider. Awesome judgement, the fist provoked, gives victory to death. A patient cursing, a noted endurance, gives, for a home, blessed graves. However, absolute tenderness, an inconsiderate peace, overcomes the ascending rage.
     Mercy that would pursue the lowly, the beastly, and the evil, though it is the smallest of all fruits, grows to be the greatest of them all. Mercy triumphs over judgement!

John 8:10-11, Proverbs 15:1, 1 John 4:18-19, Luke 23:34, Romans 5:8, 2 Peter 3:11-12, James 3:18; 5:19-20, Jude 22-23, Mark 4:30-32, James 2:13

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