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I am but an onion
Peel away all my layers
All that's left is my tears
Neither male nor female but Spirit. Referred to as He so that our puny 3 1/2 pound brains could understand that He is the Author of all things.

When asked Who He was, He simply said,

"I AM."

He is unlike anything we could possibly comprehend. Unlike our Earthly fathers, He will never leave you nor forsake you.
He loves and forgives unconditionally. He puts our misdeeds (no matter how heinous) in the deepest sea of forgetfulness. He is slow to anger and plenteous in Mercy. Even though we had forsaken Him, and all He had to offer us, He will run to us, hug us, and throw a feast for us when we return to Him!

He reads to us, and sings over us.

He gave us the Greatest Gift of all.
His own Son.
The Lord Jesus Christ.
Who died for us that we would not taste death. He was separated from His Father for a time  (on the cross as He took on our sins) that we would be joined with Him eternally.

God the Father.
My Father.


Your Father.


Let's honor Him today!
I meant to make this piece longer, but my phone is heating up and I need to give it a rest. I might come back to edit it later...
 Jun 2016 Adrian Newman
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"Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth"
- B.Y.O.B. by System of a Down*

We sat across the table
as we feasted on misguided notions.
Our integrity tenderised,
thoughts manipulated,
traded with unconditional compassion.

Twisted ideals,
served upon the finest china.
Delectable treats,
laced with shards of
such distorted agenda.

Multi-faceted truths,
all lobbied for self-centred gains.
We're the ones who'd worry
and cower under tattered brollies...
To anticipate for when it would rain.

Between us still sat the table.
We'd still be served age-old (t)ale
while the room stank of rancid broth.
But I have lost my appetite
the moment we were fed lies...
Offered on the most extravagant tablecloth.
What happened daddy
Where did you go
We had a rough start
You liked the drugs and alcohol more

Then you grew up
And so did I
I wouldn't speak to you
No, not for a long time

Then I was pushed
Call and talk
That's when I realized
I missed you all those years
I needed that rock

But you weren't a rock yet
Pebbles of sand
Finally glued together
To make you a father man

We grew to know eachother
After all those years
I miss you now daddy
Your voice and wisdom you bestowed
I want to break daddy
But I know
*In heaven, there are no tears
This is not your typical Father's Day poem. Anyone who knows me knows my father's and mine relationship was nearly non-existent. 8 years before his passing we finally reconnected fully. I miss you daddy. I love you. I pray you have escaped purgatory and are in the arms of God.
When all that glitters is not gold
And valleys mist your open eyes
Call me , for my own magic wings
Can fly you to clearer sunnier skies

If the black dog is again on your back
And all you feel is the darkest grey
Call me ,for my own magic heart
Can beat your fears , calm your day

When your sense of perception
Has hidden all that you you've got
Call me , for my own magic eyes
Will show you all that you've forgot

When your days are  never-ending
And your  nights are hard sharp steel
Call me ,for my own magic angel
Tender love for you is all I feel
Repost
.
Lumpy fields of fox hole heaved by a harrow,
Boulders drawn, lifted on break weather stall,
Bundles of crops strewn, wall stone shrapnel,
Within lines so drawn, only a few have fallen.
the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces
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