Monday, February 25, 2008

Not Seeing the Whole Painting

The beauty of miracles in everyday life,
Is spread liberally throughout my day;
But even with vision as sharp as knife,
Too often I'm blind to God's display.

A spectrum of kindness from His hand,
Unrequited by my heart,
Is an intricate mural of painted sand
Whose observer must step away to see the art.

I labor in the details of the day
Too busy to appreciate the whole,
Like seeing each brushstroke of Claude Monet
But never seeing the sunrise in my soul.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

The Riddle of the Sphinx

The Riddle of the Sphinx: What is the creature that walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon and three in the evening?

James 1:5-8
If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does.

I once was a child
Crawling on all four;
Fascination running wild,
Wonders to explore.

Constantly, I would ask
Endless how's and why's;
You'd pour out your cask
Of answers, good and wise.

Then, I walked up right
With just two on the ground,
Proud of my reasoning might
And my own vocal sound.

I questioned Your wisdom
And boundaries that You drew
Only to be imprisoned
By my own world view.

Now, I humbly ask,
"What, Where, and How?"
With faith in Your answers
That I had not until now.

Today, I walk on three
With Your staff in my hand,
With my weight on Your wisdom,
Towards the promised land.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

The Struggle to Find Joy in My Trials

James 1:2-4
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

I struggle to find
Joy in my trials
For envy remains my master.

Though I pray,
That You'd take it away,
It wouldn't depart any faster.

My faith is an eaglet
Nudged from the nest
Struggling to take flight.

Unable to see
My glorious future
I envy the tethered kite.

Please, set my sight
Towards Your rising sun
On the other side of eternity.

Then, blow Your wind
Beneath my wings,
And let my faith defy gravity.