To give good gifts is an art
And it requires the intervention of heaven,
It's not enough to gift out of obligation
Though that kind of giving has its own beauty
When it's done thoughtfully.
But as for me, I desire to give good gifts
For no other reason than
That the gift is the ideal peg
For another's empty hole.
Such giving binds
The giver and receiver
With an eternal kind of love.
It engenders true and deep felt gratitude.
And lasting friendship
Of the kind that transcends the veil.
For this reason,
The hosts of heaven get involved.
For it is no small thing to give a good gift.
You might even say that it is a sacrament,
A holy exchange.
Dear God, help me to give good gifts.
Help me to love and to lend a hand to those who lack.
Help me to be the means of meeting another's need
In just the right moment.
For this is no small thing.
It is so easy to give poor gifts
And to throw away my portion
At the same time, dear God,
Help me to empty myself out
In such a manner that, from time to time,
I will also know lack that others can fill.
And by so doing, dear God,
Please bind us together
And forgive us of our mindless
Getting and giving.
I am so sorry that I did not understand until now
What it was all about.
We thought that we could find it by looking back,
But we cannot. It lies in the future.
And we will never turn around.
We will never look back.
We'll keep on moving forward,
With our eyes upon the thing that's coming.
Even as the world comes to a screeching halt
Because they cannot imagine any future
Not of their own making.
And some will attempt to bunker down
And retreat into the past.
But they will find that they cannot.
For there is no amount of hoarding
That can prepare them for what's coming.
But for those who choose the future,
This is only the beginning.
And if the world has been free with it's substance
Unto carnal pleasure.
We will be more free with our substance
Unto the acquisition of friends in heavenly places
And faith, and everything we ever needed
Flowing out from the unseen cache
Of God's limitless storehouse.
And as for technology, we embrace it
Wherein it serves to point us to the light.
And when the towers fall
And the world is weeping for their loss,
We'll erect new ones made of faith
So that upon Mount Zion,
We will not miss a beat.
Sometimes it feels as if I am on an endless Safari
In search of some wild prey which constantly eludes me.
And I don't know why I cannot let go
To the beauty of the Serengeti.
There is no reconciliation
Accept in that final reconning.
But there are those who choose to recon early.
And when they do,
They are met by the vilest opposition.
They are despised for choosing truth and love too early
Because the world wants to go on reveling to the end
And settle up later.
But for those who choose to settle their accounts
Before it's everlastingly too late,
There is no turning back.
For the world will never love them for their loving
Nor laud them for the wealth of truth that they embrace.
And so, their consolation is not of this world.
Their hope is in that final day
When all will see the truth together.
And since they welcome it with gladness,
It is enough.
Dear body of mine,
Though you cannot see,
There are hopeful reasons to stay alive.
Please trust me.
And carry me another day longer.
One day at a time,
One day at a time.
I promise there’s a new day dawning,
If only you can bear the cross of all
That shields your eyes
From hiding joys of impossible tomorrows.
Stay with me old friend.
Please don’t forsake me in my sorrows.
But trust me unto the unfolding.
I am at your mercy.
For we are partners in a work,
Yoked together for as long as we can stand the fire.
And I love you more than you can know.
Keep your eyes forward.
Don't look back.
Let the dead past bury the past.
Love will resurrect all that
Which truly was yours, to begin with.
Faith must come first.
So put it at the forefront,
Since results spring out of belief.
It's a matter of priority.
And faith is nurtured
In the dark brown fertile beds of peace.
So, you must relax into it.
It's a meditation.
And it takes time,
Not to say it takes a long time,
But that you must alot time for it
Before you start to work.
So that, when you begin to work
You do so peacefully,
Fully knowing that the work
Has already been accomplished,
And that your temporal labors
Are no more than tokens
Of a much larger set of unseen movements
Which have been set in motion
To bring the work about.
Sometimes a monster is not what’s needed.
And sometimes we come at a problem with a knife
When what we really need is a pillow.
And sometimes the giants fall
Like a rock
To the sound of silence.
Get out before it's too late!
The fight is only beginning.
Get out before it is too late!
Or you will lose.
All will lose.
Get out before it's too late!
You don't know what you are facing.
For if you hurl yourself into this kettle
You'll discover when it boils
That all who fought in this last battle
Die like lobsters in the pot.