Thursday, January 31, 2013

Wanderings Of A Satellite Heart

As I watch satellites pursue and roam
The endless nighttime sky
Chasing one horizon for another
It lies upon my spirit to conjecture
I wander and chase
But not as one would suppose
For whence I know
Where my Lord has brought me
His book declares my providence
My paradigm is turning its visage
Restless but peaceful
Straining for the accent within
Silence stays silent though
Plunging forward in His vast grace
I swim up through the luminaries
Past stars looking alive
Giving radiance but dead
Like some of life’s dreams and prayers
I pray, I wonder why the deaths
Seemingly I am empty
Yet… blessedly I am full
I glide throughout my orbit He has set
My Lord keeps me in constant
And so I trust
Continuing on not with displays
But in faith

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

My Creator

He formed the earth
All that is contained within
Yet he lies in a manager
Not ever to be bridled to sin

To shepherds, to commoners alike
This babe has been unfurled
Yet Savior to a fading dying world
He is a babe, helpless with tear
And kings of this realm for him already fear

He entered the world with straw and barn
Flailing fists to become hands that darn
Already richer than the Wise men’s gifts
This world he comes bearing a spiritual rift

He has not much reason
Or understanding as of yet
But His blood atonement
In the unseen realm has been set

Born for a people already living dead
A shepherd to gather His sheep to His stead
A cross is his prophecy that awaits for him
Emerging empty the tomb will not constraineth Him

His unfathomable love for us he yet not knows
About conquering kingdoms and spiritual foes
Someday soon He will speak Living Words
From our Heavenly Father so for victory we shall grow

His Words like a heart
Shall beat Spirit and Life
With blessings we shall overcome earthly trials
To the one chosen His life

For those whom believe Him for righteousness sake
For unto us He will never forsake
The sting of death will leave itself behind
A torn curtain placates an atonement of kind

Ripped open by sacrifice by the one true King
Before His throne everlasting, Praises we will sing

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

A Clamor Serene

Noise can be beautiful
Quiet alarming, exposing oneself
Repose and confidence shall be my serenity

Subjugation, suppression of flesh against the soul
Effectual, eventual, is the Almighty’s prose
Grace that pulsates my very being

To him who struggles, whose heart is not wrought?
I have reprieve
Found worthy because I deem truth, to be living, alive

Like the wind
You perceive its effects, yet though
One cannot touch or much less contain with sight

So it is with His Spirit
With stillness, He takes up residence
Segregating flesh and essence

Flesh still occupies, the Spirit has conquest
Show me a man who clamors for peace
And I, will tell of him the truth serene

 Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Poem From The Sea

It was on this day the deep oceanic came to me
Calling me, to join them, to play among those romancing waves
They were beckoning me from those tidal pools
On that still summer day

Swimming to meet their laughter  
As waves rolled up the beach
They taught me friendship and love,
Possessions cast out of reach

Glancing back at sand castles
Rising majestically from the shore,
I saw her gathering shells
At the bottom of the ocean’s floor

O thou She called to me from this watery faire
Whilst christened pearls of love, regally, she laid in my hands bare.
Under this deep, out of reality’s reach
Yet I awoke alone, up on the sands of the beach.

I stood, searching the surface of the ocean, I could see no more,
All was quiet and tame.
But it was verve, vitality they had left for me
On the day the deep of the sea came to me

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing