Imagine

a form of utopia
is always popular
or desired but

it can never be
real as its origin
is the human mind

it may be fun to read
about in a book or
make a great movie

but it will never
come true

because the highest
hopes of humanity
for humanity

will always be

less than the tiniest
hope we have in what
God has already done

in Christ risen our
blessed hope incarnate
anything less will end

in a dystopian future
for humanity they
couldn’t possibly

hope for or imagine

Time Will Tell

same breeze different day
same heat different summer
same vision different decade

time cannot alter God’s plans
or promises
time only makes God’s promises
come true

time is

another reminder of your love
for those who believe in you
another reminder of your love
for your church
another reminder of your love
for your people Israel

what is true and what is false
will be revealed by all the
promises of God in time

time will tell

The Apple on the Tree

it started with I want and
continued with I can

at first it seemed so simple
to choose to do something
I wanted to do

I have the freedom to do so

but when our spiritual vision
becomes blurred we cannot
see that every choice we

make ends in life or death

because all I could see was
what Satan wanted me to see
so beautiful so sweet that is

the apple on the tree

The Sound of the Wind

I was sitting outside in my new chair
for the first time. It was a Valentine’s
Day slash birthday gift from my
sweetheart.

I wasted as much time as possible
because I could easily sit in this
lounge chair for hours on end.

I read my Kindle on my phone which
is a different book than on my
Kindle. A book I had forgotten I was
reading.

I opened a crossword. I closed the
crossword; my mind wasn’t up to it.
I was content that death may not
be coming today.

Which made me think as I listened
to the birds, a time is coming when
I won’t hear the birds anymore or
the piercing sound of the wind.

I am holding on to a thread of faith
that says God has the power to do
all that he has promised.

I wait eagerly for what lies ahead
even when my faith is too weak to
see anything but the sound of the
wind.