To Fall is to Crawl to the Feet

Humbled by the "detrimental circumstances" that surround us -
Only because of our own disobedience
Or to realize the pride that chokes us by human appeasement.

Why run with your tongue as a gun?
Shooting aimlessly at children,
No, wash then with wet kisses,
Embrace everyone with a new heart,
Every situation with a new love.

Find yourself as a glutton for peace, humility
And brotherly encouragement,
Then you, yourself will not be down-cast.
Certainly don't think highly of yourself,
Being "better" than others at certain life items.

Only serve. You only live once. Only serve.

.Dougles.

Truth Unfolds Its Crusty Wings

The dust it collects on my nightstand,
My skin dying, flaking off without me noticing.
Life moving so fast and killing me quickly.

Some days I find myself paralyzed in thought,
caught up in my emotions, my hopeful past,
my stand-still present. Cold as a dead body.

I shake, I quiver, even occasionally weep.
My life outside of this - hope in materials, time,
thought, even people - it's better than this.
I know first hand.

When I fall asleep to my pride, my fears, my hope in this world,
Well, my gaze it shifts - my heart flutters,
my lips tingle, I can feel real hope, real life.
No more being blind or deaf, mute or hardened,
No more worries.

And then - life becomes what it should -
Truth unfolds its crusty wings.
People, the world, experiences -
They shimmer, but not in a way of idolatry,
No, in a way of love.
Hidden in the spectacles of grace.

.Dougles.