Because Souls Are Like Gardens
'Because Souls Are Like Gardens' is a collection of fictional and non-fictional musings—anywhere from life's quirky moments and general happenings, to thoughts and experiences around Jesus, the Kingdom, and truth. Much like a garden, what is planted here today, will be different to what is planted here tomorrow. Happy Pickin's!
Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll; Bleak is the day and Dark is the night, And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze, Instead of voicing truth and hope— We speak aloud discordant tones Of beliefs and choices, Emotions and retaliations, And of theologies and doctrines Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’
This wide open field Is sprinkled with gold From the faces of flowers Sown here long ago.
Inside dry bricks and walls of steel Sit windows framed with wood, The dulling drone Of fluorescent bulbs Have made the structure “good.” The exactness Of grey slatted blinds, Obscure the world outside; Wild frequencies are rumbling Through earth— Creation sighs…
Let go of the chains that society demands your identity be attached to—because no one has ever broken free of chains by binding themselves to yet more chains. Freedom doesn’t work that way. Freedom involves letting go—loving yourself and loving others without agenda, judgment, or political alignment. Freedom involves agreeing to disagree and championing truth, life, individuality, and creativity. Freedom involves drawing the gold out of one another, instead of segregating according to difference. Why not let the chains fall away and become a child of freedom?
As we imbibe His love and Allow a space, For our eyes to meet with His...
From nothing to something Words spun, Movement gathered, Water flowed. Dust to flesh, Bone on bone, Breath in lungs— You awakened to your Creator...
I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
I stand alone,Ground beneath and sky above—Gentle breezes that dance with heart Upon my leaves.In this vulnerable place it is difficult for me not toCall to familiar things—To live as I once lived. But I will not, becauseIt was in losing my life that I found this tender place.But if I try—really tryTo find my … Continue reading Tree.
