heart condition

the absence of love

doesn't always breed desperation

the separation from love

at times conditions...

prepares a void

to be refilled

by the One who

garners our implicit faith...

plainly,

i learn to live

with just the blessing to give

that He may,

take his holy ewer

and fill me up again...

humans,

don't make it easy...

oh, do they complicate 

the simplest...

selfishly inflicting their right to be

on me

i abhor the cliched reply

that,

"i am...who i am"

when the truth is

that you are who He's made you to be

someone capable
of living purposefully

...beyond your surface vision
of self and ego

there lives the reflection

of that beautiful image

He created diligently...

at any time,

your power to ignite 

the fires of agape love

can spark and change your immediate world

the things you want to renovate

will tumble down

when you supplicate

and then rise like a building

as a new line in the sky...

who you are
is who you choose to be

maybe it's who you are...

to safely hide the sensitivities

and to justify the inability

to trust you... and not so much me.

and so the beat goes on...

that i'm loving humans

to the point of emptiness,
until i lean...

head back...

eyes closed...

mouth open...

to receive the love He spills into me

and that there,

isn't a thing i can explain...

not the why i do it,

not the why "they"
don't always reciprocate

just the truth,

that His vessel,

feeds my vessel,

and i, in turn feed yours...

and if more of us fed love
to the unloved,
and...put down our cups

and picked up our ladles...

no one may ever feel like,

in order to deal with absence of love...

they had to condition themselves to do without it

imagining His image

as i amble along

working my way home

from work

i give my Father's nature...

nods and smiles

and thoughts...

i wonder,

if my movements

mock His...

traversing over

sidewalks of slate...

old,

from weathering

and the weight of the world...

blades of grass

and victorious weeds

peeking through cracks

mountains to the tiny?

hills to climb?

i imagine,

that i am to ants

what He is to me...

and that my feet

create shifts

in the atmosphere's heat...

torrential winds...

drips from condensation

from my carbonated libation

a cloud of rain

for the microscopic terrain?

my steps...seismic?

them holding on for dear life

scrambling for cover

as my left foot hovers...

then i get visions

i picture,

God swirling His finger,

like a teaspoon in a cup

and then think on cyclones

[oz or bust]

wading in His water...

tsunamis...hurricanes?

i feel so small,

but so large, in the same...

can you see Him?

kicked back,

relaxing...gazing on the heavens

propped up on His elbows...

did He just make...

craters?

His being's impression

a succession of valleys?

a spilled drink

a river...rapidly streaming?

all the way home...

i gander downward

measuring my steps

casted over "my domain"

and again...

i wonder

and as i become aware,

i suddenly begin to care

and step cautiously

over delicate dusty mounds

low grass where butterflies abound

what looks like clovers

to you and me...

seem like stretches

of forests with tropical trees...

and i nod

and smile

remember my place

as i take

each

gingerly

step

home

with God's grace

i pray

that His stroll across the skies

are as merciful on you and i

and that each motion

of His hand,

is casting favorable weather

onto our land

so...

as i amble along

i praise Him

with my love of

every surrounding thing

i proceed like lives depend on me...

and imagine

the "little ones"

are thanking the Him in me

as i...

imagine His image

{every time i walk home...i think this. i go from watching the ground to watching the sky. i'm so aware of His presence wherever i am...wherever i walk...and i try to remain aware and considerate of everything around me. i can't imagine walking obliviously along without thought to my Maker. it's unthinkable. this poem is part ode, poem, and random thought. i finally obeyed Him and wrote this.}

God bless you...