Dec 2011
The Best Picture of Sacred
Two standing in a field empty eyes empty hands and at their feet all of their possessions
Neatly stacked with a sign that says forsaken that I may possess the Son alone I emptied my mind of all
The clutter and the frivolous thoughts that were held there I came into this world with nothing I will
Soon leave it the same way all I want is my soul to be divested of any and all goods and hopes that are
Contrary to a life of holiness when I am looked upon I want you to only see the pure and total grace that
Emanates no longer the crass selfish human but like I saw in only two other individuals over a life time
One had brown leathery skin another was white a milky cream there was no distortion they had
Disappeared He alone stood before me the flowing of deepest serenity wave after wave rolled over
My soul I stood on earthen ground but the roots were reaching heaven earth fell away like the dying
Waste that it is they talked and you heard clear and pure speech it softly spilled from their lips you
Forgot where you were and knew only that you never wanted to leave the spot the vagaries and all the
Contemptible realities were uprooted only the fruitful sounds of a boundless harvest came to your ear
Over the grain as it listlessly swayed waiting as the labors moved quietly through I saw in the eyes of
These favored ones a festive rejoicing dance above the earth as the bulging sacks were carried past the
Master’s throne not in his eyes but in mine I saw the result of birth a sinless blessed life then the death
And its cruelty but here was the pay off the victory all those souls not fooled into losing eternal riches
For the folly of a few wasted earth years no they were singing in the purist voices splendor beamed from
Their faces where I stood it was like a blast you were standing in the harsh desert and then miraculously
An ocean wind blows across you the promise the
thrill the telling all is changing no more having to watch the lonely the heart broken just take more of the
Same staggering steps that brings no relief now without question every promise is being kept
Tears of joy and the ring deafens but it is pleasure a sound never ever conceived of before the word says
Eye has not seen nor ear heard what he has prepared for those that love him thanks sister K. Divine
Emiline my standing by your wheel chair wasn’t in vain
Two standing in a field empty eyes empty hands and at their feet all of their possessions
Neatly stacked with a sign that says forsaken that I may possess the Son alone I emptied my mind of all
The clutter and the frivolous thoughts that were held there I came into this world with nothing I will
Soon leave it the same way all I want is my soul to be divested of any and all goods and hopes that are
Contrary to a life of holiness when I am looked upon I want you to only see the pure and total grace that
Emanates no longer the crass selfish human but like I saw in only two other individuals over a life time
One had brown leathery skin another was white a milky cream there was no distortion they had
Disappeared He alone stood before me the flowing of deepest serenity wave after wave rolled over
My soul I stood on earthen ground but the roots were reaching heaven earth fell away like the dying
Waste that it is they talked and you heard clear and pure speech it softly spilled from their lips you
Forgot where you were and knew only that you never wanted to leave the spot the vagaries and all the
Contemptible realities were uprooted only the fruitful sounds of a boundless harvest came to your ear
Over the grain as it listlessly swayed waiting as the labors moved quietly through I saw in the eyes of
These favored ones a festive rejoicing dance above the earth as the bulging sacks were carried past the
Master’s throne not in his eyes but in mine I saw the result of birth a sinless blessed life then the death
And its cruelty but here was the pay off the victory all those souls not fooled into losing eternal riches
For the folly of a few wasted earth years no they were singing in the purist voices splendor beamed from
Their faces where I stood it was like a blast you were standing in the harsh desert and then miraculously
An ocean wind blows across you the promise the
thrill the telling all is changing no more having to watch the lonely the heart broken just take more of the
Same staggering steps that brings no relief now without question every promise is being kept
Tears of joy and the ring deafens but it is pleasure a sound never ever conceived of before the word says
Eye has not seen nor ear heard what he has prepared for those that love him thanks sister K. Divine
Emiline my standing by your wheel chair wasn’t in vain
