Following Christ is Like Living on the edge.

Because what he calls us to do is different.

Then what this here world wants us to act like.

Christ calls us to Love those that hates us here.

He calls us to Bless others, even those that despise us.

He wants us to Live on the edge , here on the earth.

Here on the earth is nothing more than a fleeing moment.

Compare to Forever, so to live here in the suffering , pain.

Is short compare to Living Forever free of this here suffering

So we need to say ok , and Live for him on the very edge.

When Death resolutely comes
Abrupt with his deadly summons

Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous warrior behave

Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop

Never dread lying under the dust
With the body in a narrow vault ******

Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout

So when it is time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe,

With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky

With the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells

Into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
And a state far radiant and blissful

Where the sun shall never set
Where blessed souls will joyously meet

Where Truth and Beauty preside
Where peace and bliss abide

Ousted out of terrestrial space
You’re enfolded in God’s sweet embrace

Dust me off
      As if
I had never been tucked away.
      As if
Time never lapsed
into a greater space.

Dust me off
and see me only as I am now.
     As if
I never have been beyond
or before
this moment.

Dust me off
Placed on a shelf to protect                  
     As if
it is worth watching fade.
     As if
This corner holds enough light
       Just for me.

Dust me off
    And see me
through the looking glass.
    As if
For once
I'm not to delicate
for touch.

An unwelcome shock to see them again,
their faces no longer a part of the place.
His memory oiled by how things were
back then, in nineteen hundred and when?

Existence now seems full of persistent
memories, though there are false ones too.
Does he rely to much on them for what to do?
When people tell him words that chime,
should he so readily comply?

Should he trust himself to think things true?
Use his knowledge or review his ideas?
Retry those memories beyond a reasonable doubt,
seek out the false ones, chuck them out?

I walk on pathway full of dust where injustice plays the gods
Where peace is mired by war
And love murdered by hate !

by Martin Ijir