Fantasy, 1.18.13

You're just a dream
Pretending to come true
I look at life and find
It doesn't contain you

You cannot understand
The pain that I feel
When I hold your hand
But know you're not real

Delayed Spring, 3.21.13

Snow and rain
Ice again
Winter still
On my windowsill
Look around
Pure white ground
All the birds sing
"Where is Spring?"

A Painful Lesson, 2.16,13

The gentle pain that holds me
Forever in its hand
To teach me what I cannot see
And don't yet understand

A dark ache closing in
As ever it is wont
Hides a message deep within
Carefully to be sought

Mischief, 2.18.13

These happy thoughts and feelings
That dance through my mind
Leave me breathless realizing
Love is truly blind.

Secret grin of mischief
When thinking through the day.
Wonder how I'd smile if
More things went my way?



P.S.  I have no idea what happened that day, but rereading through my poems I was highly amused by this one. :D

Teach with Care, 3.11.13

Let me learn
At the pace I set
No need to worry
No need to fret

My mind will open
As all minds do
Do not bruise or break it
In trying too soon

Give me the time
I so dearly need
Tell me the stories
Don't force me to read

Seek and ye shall find

The funny thing about looking for something is that it is always in the last place you look.  Though it may also sometimes be the first place you look, that does not happen on a regular basis.  Even if you know where something is (say, the ketchup in the refrigerator) it isn't likely that you'll find it immediately.

Point is, you are bound to look in the wrong place, and find the wrong thing, before you look in the right place and find the right thing.  But if you are searching for something in specific, you will keep looking until you find the right thing.

So why are Christians so afraid to be wrong?  I have heard people say (note, this is not a verbatim quote) that they do not want to study the Bible for themselves, for fear that they pick up some theology that is wrong.

In a conversation I had with some Catholic friends of mine, one of them asked me how a home church would work.  How could we be sure that we were right?  Since the head of my family's church (my father) is not "ordained by God, infallible, and always correct" as Catholics beleive their priests to be (sorry if I am incorrectly translating what Catholics believe, this is what I understood from a conversation I had last October) (another note, I do believe that my father is ordained by God to be the leader of our family "church", but not in the same way that Catholics believe in their Popes, Cardinals, and Priests), how do we know what to believe?  What if we translate a verse differently from another family who is doing the same sort of church?  Which of us is right?  How do we know?  What if we are WRONG?

Well, what if we are wrong?  We (or rather, I should say my parents) are constantly spending time in the Word, turning over ideas, revelations, connections, and possibilities.  I think we've discussed many ideas that have been wrong, and I'm sure it will happen again.  But if you keep looking, God has promised that you will find, and presumably He meant you will find the correct answer.

It's okay to be wrong, as long as you keep looking.  Seek and ye shall find.  If you are looking for your shoes, don't stop when you find your gloves.  No one would blame you for finding the gloves.  Just make sure you find the shoes.

Hey, and guess what?  I have a poem that goes along pretty well with this subject. :D

Never forget to
Look

Open your eyes and
See

Use your mind and
Think

Know what is right and
Judge