Awakened at its Beauty…

November 24, 2013

Watching that single,
Solitary wave,
He drifts
Away in wonder
At what butterfly must
Have flapped her wings,
In some land oceans asunder

To have brought it here,
God’s Truth, quite clear,
With sleep so near,

To be awakened at its beauty
To be reminded by the roar
To hear the call of- what-
Duty?
Love!
To remember:
There
Is
More.

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Be -The Complement.

May 15, 2012

Wonder now: at the wonder we’ve lost;
How silence its self makes a necessary sound;
How Sicily’s summers never shine on Siberia;
Though the seasons turn, and turn around.

In the midst of a heady,
Melancholy discontent,

Consider this: His perfect plan,
And strive to

be-

The complement.

There’s a duty in destiny.
The part we play when we can’t see.
Character, integrity.
Obedience.
Yes!
“Follow Me.”