The Call

The Call

How far must I run to escape the call that burdens me? Surely the ends of the earth are far enough, but even there the call whispers to my most inner being. Even in silence, the voice that calls thunders into the depth of my soul. 

Are the oceans deep enough to drown the call that haunts me? Are the flames of Hell sufficient to silence the call that will not rest? Not even the spirit of fear is enough for the call to find a new host. 

The sun goes down and my shadow rests, yet the call neither rests nor returns whence it came from. Not even the passage of time has the power to render the call as complete. 

Walking through the valley of dry bones brings no hope of ending the call that has gone forth. Even the dead bones submit and cry out the call that haunts me. 

If only my heart were made of stone, then I might silence the voice that has called me! Yet even the stones heed the command and cry out, and so my heart of stone pleads with me to be obedient to the call.

All efforts to silence the call are done in vain. It is futile and utterly useless to resist that which I have no power to overcome. 

As surely as the sun sets below the horizon, it will once again arise and serve its purpose. The planets will run their course and return from where they came from. Indeed all of creation must submit to the call that has gone forth. 

If the call is of my own flesh and imagination then my efforts to silence it will prove victorious. If the call has come from the heavenly throne room then it cannot return empty or rendered as void. 

So, I will chase the sun over the horizon knowing full well that the call that haunts me will also rise with sun thats just out of my grasp. Perhaps the day will come when the sun will stand still and the call thats never far behind me, will find a resting place within my soul.

Time

Is the future simply time moving forward or is the future not to be considered as time but merely the progression of the end?

One must consider that time really has no end but is ever expanding into the world of infinity.
Time is for the mortals but for the saints it is but a brief moment as we transcend the mortal plain to the infinite plain.
Time will become but a constant  force propelling us forward into a dimension that is not limited with the decay of time! 

What is Time?

What is time?
Was the creation of time designed to show the fragility of mortal man and to bring hope to a fallen world? 
If suffering starts then it must also end when it's time is up.
Even the laws of creation are governed by the limits of time. The heavenly bodies run their course and return back to where they came from, knowing their cycles must be completed within the confinement of time.
The kernel of wheat must sprout and break forth or be the victim of time.
The reaper must harvest his crop with earnest or be the victim of time.
The fruit tree must put forth her buds or be the victim of time.
The beasts of the field must bare their young in season or they too will become victims of time.
Man too, must learn to number his days wisely or the progression of time may well become his final enemy.
The man who masters the creation of time will surely know when the hour of his salvation has come.

Shema Israel

Hear Oh Israel!
The price has been paid for your sin Israel.
Even before creation it pleased me to reveal such a sure salvation.
A light so bright and so pure, even darkness made way for all of Israel to draw near.

I Watched a Fly Die Tonight

I watched a fly die tonight
Truly a terrible sight

Wings frantically buzzing
Trying to make flight

I cheered with all my might!
Come on fly just take flight!

Dont you see your death is nigh
Summon all your created might

Please fly take one last flight
Before you land for your very last night

I watched a fly die tonight
A cruel ending to what  was a beautiful sight

Death To Life

Consider this, what is death?
Is death simply the end of mortal man when his earthly body ceases to function? Can death bring peace to a decaying body or is death but a cruel end to the struggle to live on?

Perhaps death can be seen as one who is approaching the finish line of life. For some it is a quick sprint and for others it is a long endurance race but at the end of the race we all cross that same finish line. How is it that man can race towards the finish line knowing that death awaits him? All that this life had to offer him lies between conception and death.

For some, death will be their final finish line. But for those who choose life, death is just simply an end to the race we call life. The saints will rest, awaiting the day when their spirits will arise to put on a garment of immortality.

For the saints death has no more victory, for what was once decaying is now everlasting. So run your race well, and know that your creator will decide where he will lay your final finishing line called death. 

For those who have run the race may your sleep be peaceful until the day the trumpet sounds, and the voice of the mighty one calls each to receive his crown. Arise my good and faithful servant the day of your victory has come!

The Lighter Side of Darkness

What is light and can light exist without darkness? Or is light just the absence of darkness?Can light exist inside darkness, and if so would not light and darkness be of the same divine source?

Most of creation is limited to the boundaries of the physical dimension yet light and darkness seem to defy the laws of physical creation. Both can be seen but never touched.

All of creation is dependent on the elements of creation for the cycle of life to continue, a harmony of intricate design. Yet light and darkness only need each other to serve their divine purpose. When the light fades darkness is already knocking at the door ready to serve  a purpose until the light returns again.

So, does light serve darkness or does darkness serve light? Or do they exist together to serve their divine purpose? 

Consider the green herb, the beautiful flower or the towering oak, they adsorb the lights energy during the day only to do their growing in the darkness of the night. The natural created world has mastered the immense power of both light and darkness, the very cycles of life depend on them.

Is mankind not both physical and spiritual? Have we only understood the physical dimension and not the spiritual? 

If only we could have the faith of a blade of grass, storing up the spiritual light of the day that we might shine in our darkest hour of the night.