False Doctrine

The enemy's intention
to separate God and man,
and mankind from each other.

Subtle turning of truth
to appear with authority,
but underneath
the usurping Edenic lies remain.

Hindering the Father's freedom
for His children,
glorious liberty constrained
by turgid tradition,
and aspiring arguments
sent to suffocate.

Contentions and
peace ripped harmony,
broken by bad behavior,
sanctioned by serpent cunning,
dishonoring close kindred,
and collapsing covenant.

Partial plausibility digs
false foundations in the heart,
tarnishing other truths
as they are filtered through.

There will come a day
when all false doctrine
with tears will be wiped away,
as we see God as He truly is,
and each other as we truly are.

Until then Lord
protect us from all that
would separate us,
from each other,
and from You.

Undone Action

The undone action,
pending post,
floats through the consciousness,
as a dust mote
trans-versing a beam of light.

It is not regarded
yet ever present,
the detritus of dreams
and waking moments,
preventing peace.

The spirits of future events
refusing to be silenced,
drifting in on unrelated tides
to bump annoyingly on the mind's shore.

The undone action
can be of little consequence,
but night hours twist it out of shape
until it is a monstrous looming,
magnified behind its illuminated screen.

Daylight shows the impostor
for what it is and yet
it lurks at curtained edges,
waiting to charge to center stage.

Self talk verbal tick repeats itself,
the interchange continuing
without conclusion.

When at last
the undone action
becomes itself undone
by being done

it settles to the mists of memory,
but not before tag teaming
a similarity to take its place

renewing resistance
of peace's reign
within our fought for minds.

Mother's Day Card

The Mother's Day card
strewn with stickers,
scrawled upon with
clenched fist strokes.

Pasted with glitter glue
and torn tissue paper.
Big bright red hearts,
crossed kisses and round hugs.

Excited presentation
of art
indiscernible
to all but the artist.
An elephant, duck, or tree
viewed with the eyes of faith.

The mismatched kisses
duly counted and received.

The glow of pride
as the masterpiece
is displayed for all to see.

Priceless treasure.
The tangible trophy
of a child's love.

The greatest of gifts.

The Mother's Day card.

Word Received 11.5.2017

Go in the power of My Strength
and do not become weary of doing good
and you shall receive a just reward.
Do not seek the praise of man
or the rewards that the world gives
for My Kingdom has a different currency
and the workers of My Kingdom
are given different wages.
Do not envy others achievements
but be faithful to what I have called
you to do as you labor in the vineyard.
Do not seek your reward elsewhere
but look to Me in all things, says the Lord.

Hypothetical Faith

I want to try to bring
my ordered
hypothetical faith
into real life,
but sometimes it refuses to fit,
or even to comprehend
the mess it is surrounded by.

Neat arguments about
the do's and don'ts,
become undone
in the presence of fallen man.

I want to grasp faith fully
and forward step without faltering.

It sounds so simple,
yet a hundred jostling jibes
want to dissuade me,
suggesting I return another day.

Sometimes I feel like hypothetical salt
in a container whose lid cannot open,
in case some grains escape
into the community,
and cause havoc
with healing in the streets.

I look for Jesus
to wipe His feet
with my hypothetical tears,
but He is busy
about His Father's business,
and I realize afresh
so I should be.