Today we find ourselves in the second week of Advent, this time of waiting and anticipation of Christ’s return. A time to reflect on our own lives and prepare our hearts to celebrate the birth of our Savior.
The scripture from the beginning of Mark’s gospel is titled, “The Proclamation of John the Baptist.” Mark’s gospel is the shortest of the four gospels, it is direct, it is to the point and each verse is filled with meaning and purpose.
Mark is direct enough that he skips the nativity and baby Jesus account and immediately begins with the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Mark begins his gospel and account of Christ by going back in time.
Mark goes back about 600-700 years to the time of Isaiah. From the Old Testament account of Isaiah he quotes, “A voice cries out: ‘In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.”
Make straight your paths, for the promised one is coming. In Isaiah’s day he spoke to a Jewish audience that had been exiled. In Mark’s account he talking about Christ and the messenger preparing the way for him.
Mark writes, “See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way; the voice of one crying out in the wilderness: ‘Prepare the way of the Lord.’
In this painfully hectic time between holidays, how much time are we spending preparing our hearts, souls and minds to meet and be present with our God? This time of year we don’t celebrate credit card debt or empty bank accounts. We don’t celebrate added inches to our waistline.
No, we celebrate the birth of our God. The mystery of the incarnation and the insane lengths our God went to, to reconcile us to him. To bring us closer to him.
In preparing for this sermon I read about and questioned why our God would need someone to prepare the way for him. Why would an all-present and all-powerful God need a man dressed in strange clothes – camel’s hair, and who ate weird things (locusts and honey) to prepare the way for him?
Is it because we all stand on the shoulders and accomplishments of those that have gone before us? We all stand on the ground that was prepared for us by others. All the hard work of our ancestors and their desire to see their children succeed have benefitted each of us.
Unfortunately, these bodies and minds of flesh that have short memories and are inclined to take credit for what has been accomplished.
Even our God, who emptied himself of all his divinity, needed someone to prepare the way for him. An all-present and all-powerful God would rely on a mere mortal to be the voice crying out in the wilderness.
Why would God need someone to prepare the way for him? And why would he pick a strange looking and acting guy to be that person?
….It would take someone with far more knowledge than I to fully answer that question. I think it has to do with the humility of our God. We celebrate, honor and worship a God that gave up the splendor and glory of heaven, all that beauty to come to this world riddled with sickness, disease, war, famine, acts of evil and death.
I think that I would rather look at that from a distance and bask in the beauty of heaven. But not our God. He saw the terrible consequence that sin caused and he decided that something had to be done about it.
He traded his mansion for a mud hut, he traded power for humility and splendor for suffering. He sent his messenger, John the Baptist, before him. John appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.
In spite of his strange appearance people flocked to listen to him and to be baptized by him in the Jordan River. “Make straight your paths, prepare the way of the Lord.”
People came from the Judean countryside and from Jerusalem to see, hear and be baptized by John the Baptist. He had his own disciples and was popular enough or posed enough of a threat that even the Pharisees came to see what all the commotion was about.
Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near, make straight your path, prepare the way for the Lord…….Repent……confess……..understand your own brokenness before your God……..ask for forgiveness for the kingdom of heaven has come near…….
What if each of us in our own way is John the Baptist? We may not go out into the timber or near the closest river and cry out or wear strange clothes, but what if each of us as we commit and recommit to our faith every day is living like John the Baptist?
Every time we commit to be read our bibles, to pray, to be a part of a small group, to do something for someone else, every time we chose to be intentional about our faith that we straighten our own path and influence those close to us.
Lives of faith can scream and proclaim the gospel without speaking a single word. Proclaim the gospel always said St. Francis, use words only when necessary.
People went to John the Baptist to repent of their sins and to be baptized. In his humility, John proclaimed, “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandals. I have baptized you with water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”
John the Baptist knew his mission was to prepare the way for the one that is coming, one far more powerful than he.
We have also been made aware that one that Christ, is going to return. Are we preparing the way for his arrival……
Are we proclaiming the good news of God’s action and arrival in this world, the coming of God’s kingdom, his ministry, death and resurrection?
As we celebrate and honor the second Sunday of Advent, let us remember all of those that have gone before us. Let us remember the spiritual giants in our own lives and Mark’s gospel does recalling the words of Isaiah.
Let us live bold, courageous lives of faith that speak to this world and those in it who we are and what we are about. In this painfully busy time of year, let us slow down and take time to reflect on what is truly important and why we celebrate with gifts, good food and precious time spend with family and friends.
Let us go with the knowledge and the truth that our God is coming back to this earth. It may not be in our lifetime, but he is coming back. If we don’t see him in the time each of us has left, that is no reason or excuse to be convenient or flippant about your faith.
Let us be about the work of the one that created all that is good and holy. Let us be about the work of a God that became the word incarnate. A penniless, nomadic preacher that come to save the souls of many.
Pastor Shawn LaRue, Seymour UMC
Author of Incomplete
We have arrived at the end of Christ’s public ministry in the book of Matthew. Matthew’s gospel was written in the last half of the first century with an emphasis on the fulfillment of Christ as the Messiah.
This passage of scripture opens with the fulfillment of Old Testament prophecy from the book of Daniel, “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, and then he will sit on the throne of his glory.”
Christ is in the last week of his life. He has spoken parable after parable of what it will be like upon his return and the work, we as Christians should be about until his return to this world. Christ gives fair and ample warning about what will happen come Judgment Day.
Today’s scripture is titled, ‘The Last Judgment.’ “All the nations will be gathered before him and he will separate one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats, and he will put the sheep at his right hand and the goats at his left.”
All nations means just that – all Jews, Gentiles, everyone from everywhere. Separating the sheep from the goats was a common practice for shepherds in biblical times.
Having mixed herds was common, at night sheep would be placed in an open pasture, while the goats needed to be protected from the cold. Sheep have more commercial value than goats do.
The bible oftentimes makes reference to the vocation of being a shepherd. God’s people are often times referred to as sheep, whether we like it or not. Have you ever wondered why………
Given the context and setting – 2,000 years ago in the Middle East, being a shepherd and tending to livestock was a common occupation – people could identify with it.
Sheep need protection, guidance and provision. It is also believed that sheep respond to the voice of their shepherd.
We share these things in common. We are also in need of guidance, provision and protection and if we take the time to listen we will also recognize the voice of our shepherd, of the one that provides, protects and guides.
A shepherd had to be willing to lay down his or her life for who and what they were protecting. Christ, our shepherd, was willing to and did the same when he laid down his life for us.
On that Day of Judgment, when the Son of Man returns in all his glory, the herd will be separated, like the parables of the past two weeks – the wise and foolish bridesmaids and the servants who were charged with investing their owner’s estate.
“Then the king will say to those at his right hand, ‘Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink.
I was a stranger and you welcomed me. I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.”
Our God is omnipotent and omnipresent. He has unlimited power, he knows everything and is always present. Everywhere all the time, to everyone. The God we serve is a God for everyone.
Our God champions the poor, the marginalized and disenfranchised. Our God is a god of the poor, downtrodden and forgotten. A god of the hungry, thirsty, sick, lame and the incarcerated.
A God of the homeless, those in care facilities, nursing homes, the homebound and all those that can’t do for themselves. We do not need to look any further than Christ’s life and who he spent time with during his ministry.
He spent time with those that needed him most. He eased their suffering through his own acts of mercy. He gave sight to the blind, provided living water and broke the shackles of sin that enslave us.
After they have been separated the righteous answered, “Lord when was it that we say you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? When was it that we say you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing?
When was it that we say you sick or in prison and visited you? The righteous seemed to be surprised and unsure how to answer God’s question. We don’t remember seeing you or we would have surely given you food, drink, clothing and visited you.
I am reminded of Mother Teresa’s life and example. Taking care of the dying, cleaning their wounds, teaching young children by writing the letters of the alphabet in the dirt with a stick.
She said that each person she interacted with was Jesus in a distressing disguise. Each person, every human being bears the image of the Creator and deserves to be treated with respect and dignity.
The king answered the righteous, “Truly, I tell you just as you did it to one of the least of these, you did it to me.” When you treated one of the least of these well, someone that could do nothing for you, you did it for the very God that we serve.
Then, Christ will say to those at his left hand, “You that are accursed, depart from me into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels, for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink.
I was a stranger and you did not welcome me. The accursed when into panic mode, “Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry, thirsty, as a stranger, naked or imprisoned and did not take care of you?”
Pleading their case they are. If we only would have known we would have stepped up to the plate. If we hadn’t fallen in love with everything that the world has to offer we would have taken care of you.
If they had only not fallen into temptation, if they could have only gotten past themselves, if they would have only taken to know our God and his heart the accursed may have had a different outcome.
The challenge of being a Christian in a world of commercialism, advertising and temptation. The challenge of living a spiritual life in a body of flesh and blood.
It can be very difficult. I think it would be hard, almost impossible to know the heart of our God without spending time with him, without reading his word or spending time with others that believe in him.
This chapter from scripture, the 25th chapter of Matthew gives another window into the heart of our God.
There is no mention in today’s scripture of church affiliation, tradition, attendance or giving. It is about how we treat others. It is about having compassion and spending time with those that are suffering. It is about living merciful lives and easy the burden of others.
This scripture speaks to the heart of a God of compassion, a god of mercy, it speaks to a god of love. May we always be about God’s work.
Pastor Shawn LaRue, Seymour UMC
Author of Incomplete
I mentioned last week that we are near the end of Christ’s life in the book of Matthew. He had made his triumphal return to the city of Jerusalem for the last time. He had been hailed as a king, “Hosanna, Hosanna, in the highest!”
His relationship with the high priests, those that studied and were experts on religious custom and the law was contentious prior to his arrival in Jerusalem at the time of the Passover, a time of celebration for the Jewish people.
The people hailed him as a king when he entered the city. Then Christ had the audacity to go to the temple and drive out those who were selling animals to be sacrificed in the temple. Jewish people traveled from great distance to celebrate, worship and offer a sacrifice to their God.
Those that did the commerce in the temple took a little for themselves. Let us exploit these travelers, these pilgrims. Christ kept reversing the norm and upsetting those that took advantage of others.
In today’s scripture, Christ enters the temple again, the very same place where he had just run those trying to make a profit. He was teaching and preaching.
Those religions leaders I spoke of have had enough of him. They approach him and ask, “By what authority are you doing these things, and who gave you this authority?”
Why do you keep upsetting us, why are we the butt of these riddles you speak of, why do you keep exposing us? That is what I think is going through their minds. What gives you the right, who do you think you are?
To their defense not many people knew Christ’s true identity. He didn’t flaunt it around, instead he kept it a secret oftentimes.
Knowing that they were out to get him Christ responded to their question with a question, “I will also ask you one question; if you tell me the answer, then I will also tell you by what authority I do these things. Did the baptism of John come from heaven, or was it of human origin?”
Where did John the Baptist get his authority? It was granted to him by our God of course. He was called to be the voice out in the wilderness, paving the way for his cousin, Jesus the Messiah. John the Baptist was wildly popular and had disciples of his own.
After discussing this among themselves, the chief priests, elders and scribes respond, “If we say, ‘from heaven,’ he will say to us, ‘why then did you not believe him?’ But if we say, ‘of human origin, we are afraid of the crowd for all regard John as a prophet.”
“We don’t know.” That was their answer, we don’t know. Christ answered them, “Neither will I tell you by what authority I am doing these things.”
Discovering who Christ truly is should be central to our lives. We should want the answer to the question that was posed…..Oh that’s easy, Christ is God’s son, he’s part of the trinity that many don’t fully understand, there is your answer.
That is a correct, but dangerously superficial answer. The Christian journey is a life-long adventure into finding the truth in our own lives. That search for truth always points us in the direction of our God.
You know, I read this week’s scripture early this week and I was sure that I was going to struggle with it. So I read it again and I was still sure I was going to labor with this reading from Matthew because the meaning within it wasn’t obvious to me.
I would like to think I can read scripture and know pretty quick what direction I’m going to go with it. That wasn’t the case with this in spite of the fact that my bible titles this encounter, “The Authority of Jesus Questioned.”
It was questioned during his lifetime. It is questioned now. Does God exist, can you see the work of his hand in this world, can you see the work of his people?
I like to think that I stick to the scripture, but I got to thinking about authority when I was struggling with this scripture.
Authority. Was it important to respect and obey your parents growing up? Of course it was, we didn’t always do it, but they are our parents and they are an authority figure.
Did, or are, you supposed to listen to your teachers? Your coaches? To those in law enforcement, your doctor, your attorney, your parole officer – if you have one and maybe even your pastor….Why……
Because each is an authority figure and each has power and influence and hopefully they know what they are doing. Our God is the ultimate authority figure, to whom we will have to give an account of our deeds someday.
Authority figures give us advise, they look out for our best interest and they tell us what to do and that is where things don’t go so good. How many of you like to be told what to do? How many of you didn’t do something because someone told you to do it?
All of us have probably done that. We like to have options, make our own choices, I don’t like being ordered to do something. It seems like we live in a time where authority figures are questioned, judged and blamed.
It’s not my child’s fault, the fault lies with the teacher, with the coach, the principal or whoever it was that tried to provide something that looked like discipline.
We desperately need authority in our lives. We depend on it. We need leaders within our church, our school our community that have the courage to step up and lead in spite of the insults hurled at them.
We depend on authority, we need it, we have to have it. We depend and are reliant on Christ’s authority. If Christ is not God’s son, if he did not die on a cross and was resurrected three days later we are all wasting our time. You should have slept in this morning and you certainly should not be paying me to preach to you.
We would be random people living random lives that made little sense. I would rather believe that I am wonderfully made than I descended from an ape or caveman.
We need to respect and honor our God’s authority, we need to listen for his voice, for his guidance and direction. Once we hear it, once we make time to listen for it. He has a calling for each of us.
Doesn’t mean it is to be a minister, a missionary or a monk or a nun. We have to take the courage to answer that call, to submit to that authority.
I think that is what authority is. We minded our parents, for the most part hopefully, and submitted to what they wanted us to do because they had our best interest in mind in trying to teach us and mold us into hard-working, law-abiding citizens.
Teachers, coaches, family and friends have played the same role in our lives. It is no different with our God.
He has looked after and cared for us when we turned our back on him. We’ve had to endure and suffer and we didn’t like it, it was awful. But did it make us better? Did it allow us to be grateful and feel blessed for all that we did have?
The authority of our God, in three persons, is absolute and pure. The bible is God’s word, his letter to each of us, it is how he reveals himself in the written word. It has authority. Let us honor our God who works tirelessly to bring us closer to him.
Pastor Shawn, Seymour UMC
Author of Incomplete
This week the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner, an owner of an estate, head of a household, who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard.
Before I continue, in Christ’s parables we are invited into the story to find ourselves a part of it. With the hope that we can apply the lesson to our own lives.
The landowner, a person of means goes into town to find people to work on his land. He goes out around 6 am and makes an agreement with those he finds there to work for the usual daily wage, a Roman denarius.
The landowner went to the marketplace again at 9 am and saw others standing idle in the marketplace and said to them, “You also go into the vineyard, and I will pay you whatever is right.” And so they went.
Before I continue through this parable, does anyone know or suspect who the landowner is……..The landowner is Christ. The marketplace is the world. And the vineyard is……………….Christ’s church. Any guess who the idle laborers are?
I was an idle laborer for many years. An idle laborer seems contradictory. It could be used to describe many of us at some point in our life, it but for a short season.
As a landowner seeks out laborers to work on his land, Christ is seeking, calling and employing laborers to be about the work of his church. It is important for us to be about the work of the church.
Yes, we know Pastor. I don’t know much about much, but I believe that once we become complacent, once the status quo is acceptable as a church, the church begins to die. That is an important reason it is important to be about the work of the church.
The landowner had gone out early in the morning, again at nine, he goes out again at noon and three and finds more laborers to employ. He goes out at the eleventh hour, or around 5 pm and found others standing around and he said to them, “Why are you standing here idle all day?”
What have you been doing here, nothing? They said, “Because no one has hired us.” No one has put us to work, no one has invited us to the vineyard to work, or invited us to church to be part of a community.
So, here are all these laborers. Some have been working all day under the hot sun since early in the morning. Some started at noon and some just showed up. And now we’ve arrived at the end of the work day.
It was a common practice and an expectation of those that you employed that they were paid at the end of the day in biblical times.
So, it is quitting time. A hard day’s work for some, an hour of work for others…..I’ve talked about how Christ reversed the expectations of what people expected.
In this parable the landowner said to his foreman, “Call the laborers and given them their pay, beginning with the last and giving to the first.”
This parable has been very straight forward so far, but here is where it gets tricky. Those that had started working last came forward and they were paid the usually daily wage, a Roman denarius.
What a generous guy this man is. If he paid a day’s wage for working for an hour, just think he will pay those that have worked since early this morning, since 9 am and since noon. Am I right? If I had been there since 6-7 am I would be thinking, YES. Today is going to be a good day. I’m eating steak tonight.
Guess how much the all the workers got paid regardless of how long they worked……….the same amount. One Roman denarius. One day’s wage.
And when they received it, they grumbled against the landowner saying, “These last worked only one hour and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.”
I would be right there with them. This is a bunch of crap. I’ve been working all day, I deserve more. I worked harder, I worked more. Have you ever noticed how sometimes you or someone you work with or someone you know thinks they are entitled to more?
I’m as guilty as anyone. There are times when we covet what God gives to others, blind to all that he has done for us. I’m easily as bad as anyone here today when it comes to coveting. I want a nicer house, a fancier car, a bigger bank account and everything else I want and I want it right now.
If I see someone’s existence as more comfortable or easier I want it. They don’t deserve it, I do. God, why can’t I have it? I completely dismiss all that I have been given. We have all worked hard in our lives, but there is little to nothing of what we’ve accomplished or have that can’t be traced back to something we were given.
Given from our parents, grandparents, family, friends, teachers, coaches, mentors and most importantly our God. Education level, intelligence, income, good health, safe places to grow up in – those are all things granted to us by the grace of God…..
I am usually first to take credit for what I’ve accomplished. See, I am selfish. I bet I’m not the only here today that is. It is part of our human condition. We have to fight our human needs, our compulsions, our want to do whatever we want whenever we want.
One of the best lessons we can learn in this life is to learn to sacrifice for others. To be content and grateful for all that we have and all that we are.
Not all of us are called to be saints, but we are called to help those in need. We are called to make a difference in our own, small corner of the world wherever that may be. To be pioneers in social justice.
This landowner, the owner of the estate was hearing from his disgruntled employees on how unfairly he had compensated them, even though they all had agreed to work for the daily wage. He answered them, “Friend, I have not been unfair. Did you not agree with me to work for the usual daily wage?”
“Take what belongs to you and go, I choose to give to this last the same as I have given to you. Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or are you envious because I am generous? So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”
We are called to live lives of service. The reward for every man, woman and child who has faith in Christ, faith in the God that we serve, will receive the same eternal reward.
So let us not be idle workers in the marketplace. Let us not sit by in this world in our sin wasting precious time. Let us be called by our God into service in his church. And let us not covet what others have.
Pastor Shawn LaRue, Seymour UMC
Author of Incomplete
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Shadows billow against the Solitude of my thoughts,
Shape-shifters of ebon calamity
Spilling from the darkness into a violet haze
That spins my senses and leaves me Dim,
Unheard and Voiceless in the vacuous Stillness.
Tumbling into this ether,
This Void of nothingness that Engulfs me
And Consumes ravenously like vultures at feast,
I Stare blankly into the murk,
Wondering mutely how it has come to this.
Broken, yet Seeking,
Wordless and yet, screaming,
As the denizens of deep shade creep into the very Heart of me,
Devouring as they dance,
And like Inescapable quicksand
That sucks me deeper down as I struggle to Escape,
The Blankness breeds like Contagion.
And I stare,
Into the Void.
This poem touches on the darkness of Grief and Depression, Shadows that Haunt us all at one point or another.
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The Shifting Sands of Melancholy Seas,
Unfertile, Sterile, Vast and Bleak,
Mark the Echoing emptiness of my Silence,
Barren as a desert promontory.
Droning Winds that parch my skin
With burning sands that Kiss the Sun,
Wrestle with my misgiving before the Tide’s begun.
Hurtling Thoughts like grains of sand,
Into the Vacuous Open Plain
Of All my Thoughts,
Sandstorm of Intemperate Haste,
Wiping Clean what Once was Chaste.
Subtle in the withering Glare of scorched and desolate Promise,
Slinks the Guise that Stole this Virtue,
Hapless Temptation in undulating form
Slither Beside me to Keep me Warm.
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Silence is a Juncture,
A Stepping Stone to another Plane,
Where Thoughts Transcend like Liquescent Gold,
Puddles of Musings Filling,
In Balmy climes and in Frozen realms,
Where Tempestuous frenzy waits in vain
To crush the Calm,
To wrack and puncture,
Yet Silence Reigns where Peace Abounds,
In Tranquil, Soft, Harmonious Sounds.
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Tapestry of Twilight,
Trace your Fingers through my Thoughts
Intrinsic Memory of
Vortex Speaking of Boundaries Unbroken,
Calling my Heart,
Touching my Dreams,
Beyond Understanding of what it Means,
Tapestry of Twilight,
Where Mortals Bow and Proffer.
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For by All my Thoughts Thou Hast Given Cause
To Share this Love and make it Lasting;
In Words Alone I cannot Tell Thee;
In Gentle Touch that Brings Heaven down to Earth
I Cannot Show Thee;
In Songs of Praise that do Exalt Thy every Grace
I Cannot Sing this Love;
In Passions Great and Kindnesses small that Topple
All the Kingdoms of the Earth
I Could not Show Thee;
For if This Love Could be Spoken,
It would Speak for Eternity.
If this Love could Touch Thee, Bringing any sense of Joy or Pleasure,
My Hands would never leave Thee.
And if this Love could Sing its Beauty, Like Larks that Brighten the Jubilant Morn,
There would be such a Crescendo of Sound that would be Heard
From Here to the End of Time.
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For YOU! My Dear Sweet WordPress Family:
OH How the Surprise of Tears Do come,
Rushing in on my Poise and Certainty
When Such a Warm and Delicate Touch
As Your words,
In Delight of Mine,
Do Cause the Moon to Shiver,
The Sun to Shine!
Without the Simplest Enticement or Lure,
My Thanks, Seemingly Paltry,
Yet Honest and Pure,
For Ever Do I Receive This Honor
With More Gratitude of Thought and Feeling
Than My Language or Heart Can Sweetly Express.
Man of my Heart,
Who is Ever in my Thoughts,
Love is but a fragile flower
Compared to the Ocean of Intensity
I Feel for You.
Man of my Love,
Who is Closer to me than Any,
Passion is but a fainting fancy
Compared to the Vast Reaches of Devotion
I Feel for You.
Man of my Soul
Who was Created for me Before Time,
Eternity is but a Drifting Petal on the wind
Compared to the Endless Expanse of Adoration
I Feel For You.
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Speak in shadows and Whispers to my Heart
And let not my musings and Intrepid Thoughts
Take up arms against the Swelling Emotion that
Pours like a torrent from the Love Abiding within;
That if such notions should abate the tide,
If such a clamorous din of maddening chaos
Could quell the Pounding in this Heart at the
Merest Thought of You,
Then Shall I be Unworthy of Your Love
And Lost within the discord that threatens to
Steal You from Me;
Yet Whisper in the Softest Tone
In Your Sweetest Voice
And All the riotous ponderings of my mind Shall Cease,
Utterly Beguiled .
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain
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Chance of Time,
Hanging Betwixt the Muddled Scathing of my Thoughts
And All the Delicate Splendour that is You,
In Herald my Heart Shall Sing its Willing Praise,
For Your Most Excellent Beauty Unrivaled is,
And Spins its Web of Impossibility round my Waiting Heart,
That Unshackled and Unfettered Binds itself to You.
Love that is Unbroken since the folding hands of Time
Spun out its Mystery in Quixotic Rhyme,
Untrusted Fathoms of the darkest Night behind me,
I Wait in Breathless Abandon for Your Abiding Love,
Passion Filled and Tender Burning,
And All the Guile my Longing Heart Desires,
For in You I see my Ever Present Future
And In Your Gilded Gaze I Remember Sweet Memory.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain
And Illusion that Sings,
Beating the Air with Calamity,
Burning the Sky to Hide what I See,
Tempestuous Notion of the Night,
Confusing my Thoughts with Visions,
Yet I Stand in the Storm of the Dragon’s Roaring,
Faith Locked in my Heart; my Spirit Soaring!
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Rongrong Wang