Shared...

'It is not good for man to be alone'
Genesis 2:18

So many things are better when shared.
Shared, experienced and treasured by two. 

When you stand still in awe and wonder there is no one there to hear your exclamation.
When you stand together you share your thoughts, conjectures, and perceptions.

Trees need a Xylem and a Phloem to function.
To be healthy, to grow, and support one another as each day passes.
They are together as one.

Good relationships are like trees.

When two people are devoted to caring for one another.
When two people can share faith, values, goals, beliefs...
slowly becoming of the same heart, soul and mind.

Of course, due to the presentence of sin, this isn't always the case.
We let each other down sometimes, forget the needs of the other and want things done our way.
Yet with God's help and intervention repairing the damage is possible.
If only we are willing and humble enough, to ask for his guidance and his aid.

I pray that my relationship will grow to be like a tree one of these days...

In His Orchestra

We are all God's instruments.

Which one are you?

How does he play you?

Does he tune you when you need it?

Does he sooth you with the oil of his word?

Will he ever leave you alone in your case?

Will he forget that you're there?

Does our Father give up searching for the lost?

Will God ever give up on his children when we play the wrong note?

No, he will not stop caring for us. 

The Age of Beauty

Beauty is often perceived as something

belonging only to the young.

This idea, however, is not altogether correct.

for there is in fact a vast deal to be found in the mature.

They possess that certain manner and in

both semblance and personage that is beauty.

For beauty is not only a value to be

uncovered outwardly but inwardly.

In point of fact it is the former that causes

the latter to become so attractive.

Consider a person's smile -

Whether old or young what causes

that lifting of the corners of the  mouth

and that particular lighting of the eyes

that proclaims within one of two persons -

The benevolent and the malevolent.

This secret is indeed unveiled in such a smile.

Charm can also be uncovered in a persons' skin.

Whether it be the callous for many days of

hard labour in improving the lives of others,

or the various wrinkles upon the face depicting

a rather lively and jovial disposition or the

frequent smiles of humble contentment

that mould those distinctive

creases worn upon their countenances.

However some wrinkles indicate to an

observer the signs of discomfiture that

spring out of a fountain of dissatisfaction

with others, those around them,

and quite often with themselves.

You see, their was an age wherein our

saviour came and brought with him a

grace that brigs the ultimate satisfaction

and is the type of beauty that

continues to grows in the heart and

shall never cause it to begin to ache.

That my readers was the age that was

the watering can for all ages to bloom

and blossom into his own likeness.

It has in fact been promised that one

day all with be perfected.

For this water is the unfaltering identity

that can be found in Christ.

For he is the one that God sent

to makes us and all else alike to,

thereby making all right.

Panther of the Night

There is something about the evening that seals the events of the day.

Something in the air, coolly caressing ones mind and body.

Something that provokes nostalgic tendencies.

Something that persuades one to indulge in fantasies and misgivings

(these becoming increasingly vivid as the night progresses).

Something that urgers, coaxes, and convinces one to

submit, forget, lose oneself amongst its untamed and secretive grasp.

These imaginings are so insistent that one simply must, must, yield.

Obey, the soft, gentle, velvet voice of the night.

Listen, to the mournful moaning of the wind.

Rest, in the warmth and fortification of the sheets and blankets,

allowing them to enfold one.

We, who do not bend our thoughts upon the night,

see it not as the dark and dangerous panther.

Even if we do consider such a beast it is as one

behind the bars of shelter as it is and may ever be.

But some see this animal face to face.

Have little protection against its tormenting talons.

They do not have the bars of four walls and such warmth as we.

For they are in the cage with the Panther, they are its prey.

They take cover within the shadows and stones,

that manifest in the formation of newspapers and underneath  shop fronts.

But these are not sufficient to survive such a predator.

Sooner rather than later the Panther prowls and strikes.

They are consumed.

Will one ever have compassion upon these victims?

Of course one will!

Now what will one gain?

Faces

What is a face?

It is a place where a range of expressions is portrayed

and by which many of their owners are betrayed.

It is avowed by the general populace that faces are worn only by those

through whose blood pulsates.

I however entertain a different belief...

For I am certain that such faces are not alone possessed by those afore mentioned.

Countenances are common amongst numerous subjects of the natural kingdom;

over which Christ rules and shall not forsake.

When one perceives those occupants of the courtroom of creation,

identifying the individual designs of their demeanours

one cannot disengage from the inspection of such shapes that form them.

The knobs in the trees, the indentations within the rock, the upturned petals of the flowers,

the ripples of the sun-lit water, and the soft curves of the clouds.

The faces of the natural world surround us day by day.

All we need to do is turn our own around and look.

Ants...

Why are ants perceived as being worthless?

When you inquire into their ways you can see that

they have a significant role in the Lord's creation.

We swish ants that aggravate us with a great degree of indifference.

Then we may even begin to recite statements,

inculcated within us from an early age.

However, it is not solely ants that we regard in such a manner.

But a variety of other intricately and uniquely made

animals and insects in his creation.

If you take a moment to reflect, within nature

there are all varieties of marvellous creatures to be seen.

Some of which are the small flying insects of bright

colours and shades,

of which it is difficult for one to remember their numerous names.

Let us recall to ourselves as we reflect upon these things,

the words from that beloved hymn;

'All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all.'

The Symphony of Rain

I like to listen to the gentle rain.

As it descends, accompanied by its soothing sound,

its delicate droplets separate and crack upon the Autumn leaves.

If you really listen to it, you can soon isolate the individual sound of each one.

They all seem the same, and then you concentrate and you realise...

each one warrants an almost imperceptibly different sound.

If you listen carefully, you may begin to entertain the idea that

the rain is a musical symphony, and that each droplet, is an instrument in the orchestra.

And then you may start to inquire of yourself, the question;

"if the rain is a symphony, than who is the conductor of such an orchestra?"

And then;

"what other symphonies in nature does he also conduct so dexterously?"

Perhaps all we need to do, is be the audience, and listen...