Unfettered

When your mind is right and the world is wrong.

When the truth is such a lonely place to hide.

It is the opposite of fame, this narrow way.

When you press on simply because your mind says to press on,

Something new is happening.

You know you are on your own road, when you are alone on the road of your choosing, and it does not bother you.

When you turn away from the crowd.

When you walk alone, because that is what your purpose has determined.

It is then that you learn to appreciate a friend.

But would you know how to pick one out of a crowd?

Because if there is one thing a friend is not, it is one who looks the part.

God is a friend to me through the trees, through the leaves, through the breeze.

And just because he does not look that way to you, does not make it untrue.

You have not felt the way it feels on my skin, seen the way I see with my eyes,

And you have not felt the way it flows through my veins.

It has not bathed your awareness with light like the sun, unfettered.

But if it has, if it has happened the same to you.

Then let us compare our stories of how this road happened to find us.

And rejoice we do not have to walk the next mile alone.

The Last Laugh

I learned what makes us laugh the other day.

Apparently it’s a release of built up mental activity.

Built up while our mind tries to think a few steps ahead,

But then reality happens to be something completely unexpected.

Well I have not seen you in a while my friend, and don’t it just make you laugh?

Thinking about who we were back then.

And why worry if the outcome is so unexpected?

In all of God’s creation how can the all knowing be surprised?

Until mankind, in his free will, chose to stray from the path.

Didn’t that just make him laugh?

Does he smirk at my trials, does he smile at the pain.

I am a father as well, and have laughed at my son just the same.

And Jesus… Did your father laugh at you on that cross?

Is that why he had to turn away?

Or by some tragedy did it turnout was it no longer funny.

I bet you both got together on that third day,

Wasn’t it just hilarious?

But then, you let me in on it,

And gave the last laugh to me.

And it was glorious!

Pray for Rain

The rain falls on both the righteous and the wicked.

And tonight it falls on both the same in me.

One to wash away the shame, and the other to renew.

Gone are the questions I once strived for, and come those that are new.

Both are the same and the rain still washes them away.

I wish for the answers I never found, even though I no longer seek them,

For they could have become a part of me.

But I continue on, less then what I hoped for, but more then I was.

And the rain falls on me, just as the rain falls on the thief hidden in the midst.

Although all will end in nothing, I will have a certain end.

And the rain will fall on that end.

In the land of the buried dead the rain falls the same.

The flower does not discriminate among the graves.

Even the flowers placed will fade - a testament of the passing of time.

God causes the rain to fall on the righteous and wicked in me tonight.

My bones will be food for flowers either way.

My heart, however, longs for the good I cannot seem to become.

I plant and I labor, but from my perspective all is in vain.

Except for the souls I can yet love.

All may be passing or already passed,

But I am still a soul praying for rain.