Blessed

I am not one to speak greatly on my religious beliefs. I feel them to be a personal and quiet subject. I believe in what I believe in. A few days ago I came across a plaque. It is a beautiful stone slab with a verse from the Bible engraved in it.
It touched my heart and made my soul turn with joy. So my thinking is, let me share…

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, for they will be showed mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peace makers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of God.”
Matthew 5:1-13

The simple implication, no matter your religious belief. It makes you want to believe in something. No matter religions, sciences, practices. It is simply a beautiful reminder that justifies Life. Hope you smile…


Echo

Thundering, beating painfully in my chest

My mind tries to grant solace

Reasons for the echo that grant me no rest

The echo as I lay, eyes closed dreaming of these words

The echo is enough to make my body rise

Outside

Time hangs on the walls of the mind

The mind is a home

Still and Bare

The future is outside the open doors

Neither aware

Nor scared

Hanging in the open air

The meadow calls for one to dance

The wind beckons for one to sing

The memories fade to an everlasting spring

For the journey has yet to begin

I stand

Clear

Staring

The door seems to fade

Then thought distracts

Remove my eyes so I can see

Free my mind so I can be

Take my heart so I can feel

Show me what I have always sensed as real

Shadow Dawn

We call for truth

Yet ignore reality

As fallacy brings forth

An unmistakable prophecy

We seek words of tomorrow

Yet read stories of sorrow

Watching as mischief winds

The endless hands of time

Together we wait

If only to glimpse a wary fate

Need we heed the days of past

Watch the shadows as are cast

Then as the shadows fall

Our spirits will renew

Then only when the shadows fade

Will our stories begin anew

Within

 

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Within the calm of the twilight

Beneath the rays of the night

There lies a peaceful meadow 

With flowers and butterflies that shine ever so bright

 

Within the shadow of your thoughts

Beneath the veil of blindness in your dreams

There lies a path of light

That belongs for only your eyes to meet

 

Within the chambers of your heart

Beneath the reality of life and all its parts

There lies a place of solace

With answers and knowledge for an eternity 

 

Within your soul

 

 

Infinite

Life is a road, our futures foretold

In a mirror we peak, our destiny we seek

What we call our journey is perhaps an adventure

Life is the vision, forever an endeavor

The distance seems long, at times the timing seems wrong

For our life is written on pages not given

In the book only He reads
In the library only He seeds

For God grants us life
For God grants us strife

We make it and take it
We break and forsake it

We sow it
We grow it

If only we know it

What have you but a Journey?
What have you but one life?

What say you today?

The one who says this is all?

What say you today?

The one who claims to know the meaning of the fall?

Our Journeys will unfold
Our lives will come to One

And in that time
We shall see

And in that time

All shall be

We live but one Life…
That one life universal
That one Life is but one…

What is one?

One is alone

One if Infinite