Hope clings to safety;
Its Lifeline is a chord, bedded and awash by the sea.
A Drifting eludes the tides of uncertainty.
Hope floats, surfaces –
As Uprising floods draw near.
The womb is abandoned –
As the Creator’s thirst overwhelms fear.
Through affirming admissions,
When Faith guides –
Hope labors, then delivers ascension.
Let it Breathe.
These sails swell with Awakenings.
What is possible when One Believes?
Horizons rain possibilities.
The cresting waves may set us Free?
If cast aside,
A veiled anchor drags the Radiance
With the depths of dormancy.
To be drenched in the Rapture of Reality –
Or to be dry with bitter complacency.
There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.
(08-07-2012): Hold On
Don’t you recall what you felt
When you weren’t alone
Someone who stood by your side
A face you have known
Where do you run when it’s too much to bear
Who do you turn to in need
When nobody’s there
Outside your door he is waiting
Waiting for you
Sooner or later you know
He’s got to get through
No hesitation and no holding back
Let it all go and you’ll know
You’re on the right track
Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves,
and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the
cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming.
Triumph: Never Surrender
Modern apathetics; you got plenty of nothing to say
Some are born to follow: some will make their own way
Today you found a hero tomorrow you’ll forget
You’re lookin’ for convenient truth you haven’t found it yet
Never Surrender – we cannot be denied
Never Surrender – spread your wings and fly
And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
The key is a question: Why? Without understanding why (where various paths are available for realization), one may acknowledge this passage, yet, never actually care about, or learn (or live) the message – as (a cored) truth. Thus, for most of them, those who do not righteously seek, and those whose silver-spooned existence since birth has deprived (both by choice and obscured nature) even their imaginations of what the burdens are, of what those burdens lead to, for the poor, their paths are essentially predestined in opposition – to discovery, to the answer.
In further exemplification, the latter denials (still) serve to fulfill the most destructive self-serving delusions (and repercussions):
And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves,
And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.
In the present, a “rich” “den of thieves” persists in maliciously premeditated mockery – but not only in “house[s] of prayer”; for now, their soullessly hoaxed ideology (as if a religion in itself) has been firmly planted (“that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect”) in media and coordinated governmental campaigns worldwide. To them, as they believe, their time has come. To those on the outside (of earthly mansions), watching, suffering, and rising (spiritually), many know that this very history was written of – thousands of years ago. While witnessing the onslaught, their beliefs and convictions (in sacred justifications) will also never falter through these prophesied progressions: “out of great tribulation,” “Here is the patience and the faith” – “in their foreheads” (though, at certain times of calling and duty, also written on their sleeves).
(08/01/2012): Revelation 7:14
And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.
(08/03): The Wall (Livgren, Walsh)
“To pass beyond is what I seek, I fear that I may be too weak
And those are few who’ve seen it through to glimpse the other side,
The promised land is waiting like a maiden that is soon to be a bride
The moment is a masterpiece, the weight of indecision’s in the air
It’s standing there, the symbol and the sum of all that’s me
It’s just a travesty, towering, blocking out the light and blinding me
I want to see
All I am, and all that I was ever meant to be, in harmony
Shining true and smiling back at all who wait to cross”