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    In the beginning God brooded over the formless void

    What plan would be deployed?

    Surround Himself with changeless cheer

    Or risk it all to strangers here

    Who may well miss the whole intent

    The hoped for, planned, Creation's bent.

    Decision made, the world displayed

    A freedom fraught with hellish choice

    Would the earthbound occupants

    Hearken to the Father's voice?

    God sends the Light for all to see

    Then bends low, and listens, for doxology.

    In the Beginning 11/13/2008

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    In the beginning God brooded over the formless void

    What plan would be deployed?

    Surround Himself with changeless cheer

    Or risk it all to strangers here

    Who may well miss the whole intent

    The hoped for, planned, Creation's bent.

    Decision made, the world displayed

    A freedom fraught with hellish choice

    Would the earthbound occupants

    Hearken to the Father's voice?

    God sends the Light for all to see

    Then bends low, and listens, for doxology.

    Good morning, God.What? You stayed awake again?

    Didn't the mandolin make you nod

    And doze?

    For us, life froze, entranced in the music,

    Mingled in flow with River Time

    Dancing in eddies of memories sublime

    The metronome of sawn lumber

    A rhythmic drone

    Disguising escape of soft murmurs and moans.Afloat on Your ocean we easily miss

    The incredible constant that buoys our bliss

    Heavenly bodies move through the night

    While we rest assured, in the morning, there's Light.

    Good Morning God 11/13/2008

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    I reached out a handTo this willowy strandMy heart weptAt time's cold demands

    Then opening my eyesTo a world undisguisedI saw millions of soulsOn curbs of demise

    Will I come to their needIn prayer and in deedThe question lingersShould I intercede?

    Should I intercedeAttempt to impedeArrows

    And risk my serenity?

    Safe in my shellShould peace be unquelledFor souls teeteringBetween Heaven and Hell?

    Would it be cruelTo just think of jewelsAdorning my crown?Would I be a fool

    If others want fedAnd knowing there's BreadTo sit here in silenceAs still as the dead?

    With a heart of flintI passed one agedAnd bentThe burden of time evident

    The Question Lingers

    The Question Lingers 11/7/2008 RR/CT

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    To be loved by God

    A lowering of walls

    Erected at the limit of our

    Understanding

    An opening of the door

    To the prison of our language

    A releasing of the senses

    From rules that limit approach

    So that a heart, encroached,

    Can hear, hearken, imbibe

    And be strangely warmed

    While mystery and history

    Are broached.

    11/9/2008 RR/CT

    To Be Loved By God

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    New Wine

    11/8/2008 RR/CT

    The road to God

    The road to Me

    Curves by this distillery

    By the banks of Living stream

    Where my waking and my dreams

    Are bottled with a pinch of yeast

    Then coddled there until the creased

    And furrowed brow of bygone days

    Dissolves amid the newfound ways

    Of taking all my grapes of wrath

    And setting all on different path

    With Living Water added in

    Then settling out of silt and sin

    As Time is asked to purify

    What casket would have putrefied

    So when I reach my end of days

    I'm all poured out and spirit raised.

    New Wine

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    The colors cascading over the hills

    With shastas and sages and brilliant bluebells,

    Converging and merging, impressionist splendor

    Silently, vibrantly, praises they render

    As millions of photons burst through my lens

    And millions of photos are stored in the bins

    Of memories sweet

    Resisting defeat

    Cascading Colors 11/7/2008 RR/CT

    When the snow and the sleet

    Try to sneak.

    For Endless Summer is glimpsed in my mind

    And though I grant life can seem so unkind

    There's something immortal 'bout beauty ingested

    Providing a portal for hues with the message

    That somewhere outside us a marvelous Hand

    Patiently paints in hopes we'll understand.

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    Swirling, floating, drifting on summer breeze

    Without a care, but with great potential,

    Fresh from a launch provided by a sneeze

    Gifting the velocity essential.

    Some in disdain will call them common weeds,

    These puffballs white that call out to the wind,

    But if they knew the power of the Seed

    Why certainly their judgment they'd suspend.The progeny that lurk in this one float

    Could grow in fields flung far across the earth,

    Their journey no less marvel than the mote

    That, against all odds, ended in your birth.

    So when you spy the cotton floating 'round

    Embrace God's wind that favor with you found.

    11/7/2008 RR/CT

    Potential Potential

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    Your blues and hues do unconfuse

    When life has left me quite bemused

    The distant skies release the sighs

    That seem to creep when dreaming dies

    When hope just seems to fly awayAnd land in some forsaken place

    When all my efforts seem at loss

    To clear my vision's dreary dross.

    The way is slow but on I go

    Encircling to the towering top

    And vistas there effect repair

    Dissolving inner mental blocks

    So no obstructions will deter

    The message streaming from the viewThe color coded words confer

    An epic tome that's always new.

    6/16/2008 RR/CT

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    God, let me open to you

    Bloom where I stand

    Await your command.

    Let me dance

    while its day

    Embracing the way

    You've Life arrayed.

    And when night is come

    No fear, for the Son

    Still shines when life's done.

    6/2/2008 RR/CT

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    I searched for YouI searched for You

    In the furthest reaches of my consciousnessIn the furthest reaches of my consciousness

    And one night I heard Your call.And one night I heard Your call.

    I was enthralled to know that somewhere You existed.I was enthralled to know that somewhere You existed.

    I ached to see Your faceI ached to see Your face

    So I persistedSo I persisted

    And one nightAnd one night

    In glimpsing Your lightIn glimpsing Your light

    Hope was rebornHope was reborn

    Faith refreshedFaith refreshed

    Courage recalledCourage recalled

    And though I stalled many timesAnd though I stalled many times

    I kept You in sightI kept You in sight

    Until Your lightUntil Your light

    Led me into safe harbor.Led me into safe harbor.

    Safe Harbor 4/25/2008 RR/CT

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    As gentle as the ebbing tideAs gentle as the ebbing tide Incoming thoughts recedeIncoming thoughts recede Reconnected to the earthReconnected to the earth

    You now are partYou now are part

    Of something much bigger than yourself Of something much bigger than yourself And like the vast expanse of seaAnd like the vast expanse of sea

    It is full of mystery.It is full of mystery.

    4/20/2008 RR/CT

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    Refracted redsRefracted reds And scattered bluesAnd scattered blues

    A ruse from Uncreated HandsA ruse from Uncreated Hands

    To make us choose?To make us choose?

    A beautiful accident. Premeditated joy.A beautiful accident. Premeditated joy.

    4/16/2008 RR/CT

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    Breathe on me with fire, Holy Spirit,

    You who were present at the dawn of time

    Awaken in me that which

    Weaves its way through all time

    And space

    And connects all of Life.

    Let me flow before you

    Nourishing even as I am nourished

    Transforming even as I am transformed

    Submitting to Your will.

    4/15/2008 RR/CT

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    As smooth as glass

    As clear as a mirror

    I shiver in awe

    All my life has brought meto this point

    Food, oxygen, activity, rest

    Have all sustained tender tissues

    So reflection, refractionElectrochemical reactions

    Could feed my soul.

    All I can do

    Is humbly bow

    And say "Thanks!"

    4/8/2008 RR/CT

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    "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden,and I will give you rest."

    Find a cool place, my guest

    And let me warm your face with the sun.

    Feast your eyes on beauty

    Feed your spirit with wonder

    Fill your senses with everything that surrounds you

    Act like a child again, PLEASE.

    What and how much you take with you

    Is entirely up to you

    Stay as long as you want

    The beauty and wonder of creationare ALWAYS here.

    3/26/2008 RR/CT

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    10/30/2008 RR/CT

    The Radical Fanatical The Radical Fanatical

    The radical fanaticalThe stone from Galilee

    The Master like a meteor

    Beyond our galaxyCrashed into Earth and virgin birth

    Shook us to the coreOur mantle pierced

    Unleashing fierce

    And fiery molten roarsThat pour a living liquid skin

    Encapsulating lifeFor those who choose a Waterloo

    And undergo the knifeOf Spirit's fire so all desires

    Can once again alignWith source of Holy Meteor

    On Whom creation dines.

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    Little friends who visit my window sill,

    Shivering in the winter,Chirping in the spring.

    All life before you is set

    And implanted within you are all the tools

    You will require.

    I, on the other hand, must look for meaning,

    Must look for purpose,

    Am restless, vigilant,

    Constantly sifting ideas.

    Your quick little movements fascinate me,

    And give me pause:

    We share the same Creator.

    You, it seems, have learned to completely trust Him.

    Sparrows Sparrows

    10/31/2008 RR/CT

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    "Come unto Me,"

    The words linger

    The finger no longer points

    But beckons.Offering a manger

    For those who would feed

    On the Goodness of God.

    Lingering Words Lingering Words

    11/4/2008 RR/CT

    "All you who labor,"

    The favor of a loving Lord

    Proffered, like a dripping gourd

    So all that are thirsty

    May drink

    In one accord.

    "And I will give you rest,"

    The Living Water on your lips

    As sweet as honey, will eclipse

    The hunt for money

    (The haunt of many)As Fount of Plenty's

    Unparalyzing drenching

    Restores to living

    The disposed and oppressed.

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    The stone was rolled away that dayAs a spray

    A sprigA little twig

    Made its way into the world.Thus unfurled a plot

    A planTo scan for every fallow, fertile heart

    And band them all together With strands from a single vine.

    In timeWell coalesced and blessed

    And pressed into every nook and crannyIt seemed uncanny

    But trueThat the root stretched back to that empty tomb,

    From which it grew,

    And even further back in timeInto the sublime

    Where the heart of the Father First reached out to yours and mine.

    The Vine The Vine

    10/28/2008 RR/CT

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    A thief once stole my childlike viewThat used to sit on polished pewWith open, eager, willing eyesUncluttered with a world disguise

    A Thief Once Stole

    Unmuttered were the words of hateThat later would around me skateInscribing on a frozen poolThe mantra of a tribe of fools

    Untattered was the cloak of loveThat seamless seemed to darkness shoveConnecting to a force aboveProtecting those in shadow of

    But all that changed when slippery thief Broke in my world and stole belief Left me open to the spears

    Of life and doubt and frets and fears

    Until sore wounded I would crawlAcross the ice with curses scrawledWith tattered clothes that reeked of sinAnd mattered eyes with vision grim

    I found the blood-soaked battered feetThat walked the death reversing streetRestoring Life to those who chooseA second time...the childhood pew.

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    The Lord of the Dance

    is dying for help

    as oceans of kelp

    await harvest hands

    fields full of grain

    in mirrored refrain

    swaying and praying

    en masse do attain

    the eye of their Maker

    whose Calvary heart

    is softly beseeching

    the workers to start

    the World is the Harvest

    that ripens e'en now

    blessed those who harkest

    ahead of the plow.

    The World is the Harvest 10/18/2008

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    man...man... a quasia quasi --cosmic pluripotentialcosmic pluripotentialpropagated by limitless recombinations of progenitor peptidespropagated by limitless recombinations of progenitor peptides fraught with hazards biologic, environmental, political, financial, spiritualfraught with hazards biologic, environmental, political, financial, spiritual tossed into cycles of growth and decaytossed into cycles of growth and decay

    molded by millions of minions of current culturemolded by millions of minions of current culture the miracle isthe miracle is

    this precious piece of protoplasm seems providentially propelled to:this precious piece of protoplasm seems providentially propelled to: seek its rootsseek its roots find the truthfind the truth

    discover a way to slip the noosediscover a way to slip the nooseof mechanical livingof mechanical livingthen bask in belief of a pristine beginningthen bask in belief of a pristine beginning

    New Birth 10/14/2008

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    Who are we but reflections of Your love

    Awash in the beauty of Your Creation

    In transcending our senses

    You reveal Yourself Every good gift comes from You

    In the serenity of the moment

    Absorbed in the miracle

    We cease to exist as separate

    Humbly accepting

    That eternityis now.

    Every Good Gift 10/14/2008

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    10/8/2008 RR/CT

    On Even Even Eveof Manf Manf Man

    On eve of Man, in garden sweet

    The Lord debates His final touchA vibrant world all mixed and matched

    Does it need a human such thatThere's a chance all could go wrong

    With power of choice and strength of mindAnd hearts so prone to wanderlust

    The human may incite his kindTo travel down forbidden pathsUnmindful of the dangers there

    Against the grain of Master wrathWhere lives are lost and souls are snared.

    He deigns to make the man with risks

    And wants and needs and fears and strengthsAnd factors in a back-up plan

    To prove how marvelous the lengthsHis love is willing to embrace

    In order to achieve His endOf endless joy immersed in grace

    With freely choosing mortal kin.And so Pandora's apple is pluckedIgniting waves of righteous anger

    Simultaneous comes the cryFrom the baby...in the manger.

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    A plunge expunged doddering doubtsA plunge expunged doddering doubts Reason released, tradition trounced,Reason released, tradition trounced,

    My world opened up to the truth of the trout:My world opened up to the truth of the trout: In Him we live and move throughout.In Him we live and move throughout.

    While trudging, drudging thru lifeWhile trudging, drudging thru life

    I happed upon a pool of delightI happed upon a pool of delight Rimmed with evergreens,Rimmed with evergreens,

    high in the mountshigh in the mounts

    A shimmering, glimmering,A shimmering, glimmering,

    reflected scenereflected scene Doused through and throughDoused through and through

    with aquamarine.with aquamarine.

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    I find of late, in quiet times,With softer step and gentler rhythm,Miles apart from madding crowdIn introspection I am biddenTo slip the rough protective coatThat useful proved in growing upBut now impedes the tender shootThat seeks new light on which to sup.The fingers of Your warming smileAre gentle on my spirit's husk As slowly opened to the dayMy world of drear eternal dusk Dissolves to find a richer lifeAnd root descends to depths unknownTo anchor there mid ages pastWhere sage's paths are wont to roam.When duly anchored, growth begins,At first I feel so meek and thinBut bursting from my earthly tomb

    My cotyledon now ascendsTo heights that give a different view,A different world, a different read,Than what I dreamed of in the earthWhen I existed as a seed.I seem forever in the LightAnd in Your smile do fully flower Leaning down You deign me kissAs all around my fragrance showers,On and on this dance sustainsA life I thought would never endBut then one windy day in fallI find that I begin to bendAnd getting lower to the earthI see where time is going to leadAnd so release into the windThe quintessential gift...a seed.

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    Afloat amidst the Milky WayHis Majesty's ship The Stardust GravePacked and loaded with utmost care

    With everything needed to get us "there"A ponderous ship, fully orbed

    And ready for all the rays to absorbFueled by forces that work unseen

    Steered by a star whose constant beamOf attraction detracts from its impulse to fly

    Unleashed to unexplored parts of the skyWhere ominous agents do lurk undetected

    Attractive black holes with a Siren objective.Round and round and round this star

    Endless encircling with nary a mar To disturb the distance or indent the cycle

    That's worn an invisible rut in the psycheOf passengers wishing for more than this measured

    Revolving involving the death of their treasuredDreams to escape this rut and attain

    A view that's not tied to this orbital plane.But, Oh!, what a ship we've found ourselves onWith rivers and oceans and singing and songs,

    With loving and sighing, and though there is dyingLying in wait are the young ones supplying

    The life and the joy that gives our life meaningImbuing the seasons with laughter, redeemingThe heartache we'd felt from being tied downTo the mast of this endless Merry-Go-Round.

    So mysteries abound on His Majesty's boatAnd though our whole life may encircle a moat

    The Word is the center's not really a star But One who just spoke when Time was ajar

    And started it all with cycles and such

    Enhancing our ship with His own special touchSo when we feel burdened and vision is dim

    Our cycling can cease, centered on Him.

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    Holy Shepherd...we are Your sheep.Holy Shepherd...we are Your sheep. Mighty King...to You we cling.Mighty King...to You we cling.

    Most High Priest...though stained our fleeceMost High Priest...though stained our fleece You have granted releaseYou have granted release

    And restorationAnd restoration To Your Kingdom of Peace.To Your Kingdom of Peace.

    Holy Shepherd 11/17/2008