The Simple Believers Truth

        Creation unwraps a glistening morning for all to see. Breathlessly, I am waiting with eagerness, ready to put pen to paper in simplicity of the written word. A magnificently wrapped gift, given by an all-loving Father. An onion peeled away day by day, translucent layer by translucent layer.      Time melts, moment unto moment. Steam swirls discipating into invisibility above my brown coffee cup clutched between my fingers. Peering through the streaked window, I watch a gnarly-knotted birch tree swaying in the gentle morning breeze. Smiling, I pause, catching a momentary glimpse of the morning creatures playfully dancing in the morning mist. No thoughts. How pure and perfect!      Morning after morning, evening unto evening, day and night, silent moments of reflection are my soul's exquisite comfort. A blanket of peace cloaks my shoulders with overwhelming calm. All is right, all is good when the Father guides his c...

  Thankful Thankfulness Who can object Who can oppose thoughts obey The disciples reflections The sun rises creation awakes anticipating the day speaking forth Father's truth in plain sight of his creatures Morning air flows through  waking the seminal senses Eyelids ascend skin meets skin  eyes behold dancing dust on golden rays Moment by Moment Father's watchful eyes gaze on  the overjoyed disciple The disciple reflects turning the faucet cool water streams through slender fingers The disciple possesses everything yet possesses nothing clutching lightly to life Which is his and is not The disciple's way guided by the Father's light falls not into darkness but joy flowing from the heart of his reflections Thankfulness relentlessly floods every inch, every fiber of the disciple The disciple delights in whispering wind wafting over skin Overwhelmed by all The disciple is thankful To his Creator

 He's Waiting The last breath Fleeting softly from my lips You slipped slowly from my body Then I felt It! The Peace beyond all understanding It is good! Very Good! All of life I waited You have come I am a tender lamb who has found his rest surrounded by your loving arms after the last breath. A Servant's Heart My heart speaks I must be less He must be more Saturating my being The Holy Spirit gives To all who ask The Holy Spirit knows our needs Needs given unto maturity Stripping off the stone Replaced with caring flesh Giving all Receiving little Maturity abounds As we pass through Experience teaches The disciple reflects On learning observed Providing understanding For future days Looking out Battling on Retreating Not From Others needs In the end A servant's heart Pure and clean.