Pressing On...

When a goal is in view- waste may be cut and the fall may be taken. Great hardships may be endured if the goal is in mind. When there is a goal. When there is a goal. Without a goal, the easy seems hard. The hard seems impossible. And nothing really seems to matter, anyways. There is a goal in life. There is a goal in your life. There are many stages and levels of goals that make goals possible. Pressing on... towards what? You may ask yourself what you work for. You may ignore the question for a long time. But really, you need to know. You burn with the desire for it. You want a goal, you need a goal. If you don't find one already in play you may just make one up for yourself. What is a goal? What is your goal? What is my goal? Pressing on...

On The Edge of The World I Found It- On The Diving Board I Felt It.

I have journeyed to the edge of the world
And up above the diving board
And there I found peace-
But it was not there at the edge of the world
It was not there on the diving board
That is merely where it came to me
That is merely the place I was when He made it known.
And oh how I have wandered far from that place
But it was not the place
So peace may return - even here.
Peace may return amidst the din and press about me
Peace may indeed return-
For no longer is it found in any place.

In This Dark Cell

I know not what the angel speaks
Or where must be this place of love
But somewhere hidden deep below,
A light shines through above.

I whisper softly for the light
And hear the faintest call respond
But I am hard upon the stone
This prison will not have me long.

For I will die upon the floor
Deep within this well of fear
And with the aching of my heart
Will call to one who is so dear.

Psalm 124

"'If it had not been the Lord who was on our side,'
Let Israel now say-
'If it had not been the Lord who was on our side,
When men rose up against us,
Then they would have
swallowed us alive,
When their wrath was kindled against us;
Then the waters would have overwhelmed us,
The stream would have gone over our soul;
Then the swollen waters would have gone over our soul.'

Blessed be the Lord,
Who has not given us as prey to their teeth.
Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowlers;
The snare is broken,
and we have escaped.
Our help is in the name of the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth."

(Psalm 124, NKJV)

The Death of Something

The great ones of this age
And their parroting disciples
Have told me I have no foundation.

They have told me that my light is a lie
They have told me I am lost without their truth.
They have told me I should doubt everything.

I have lost my grip on what was solid
I am carried by the great waves
The great waves in the stormy sea.

They have thrown me to my death
And I have jumped with them
And they claim knowledge as we all drown.

In a dark night on a wet sea
The waves are too big to swim against
Except for the monsters that move in the dark waters around and beneath us.

Who has drowned in hope?
Who has died in vain?
Where is the innocent punished?

This life is mean
This world is sick
And it sees only lies.