Doves in The Valley

The mention of the word valley spurs me ironically to think of a mountain. I mean, my mind cooks up two mountains with a valley between.

The valley: a place that I can affirmatively say isn't a good place by just reflecting on psalm 23 - …through
the valley of the shadow of death...

The valley seems to denote extremities or deficiencies. For example, when
the rain is done falling, the mountains are never flooded unlike the valleys; while the sun beats the mountains, the valleys are enriched of its lack.

You can stand on the mountaintop and behold a glimpse of the world's kingdoms and its many glories but to see the mountain peak
from the valleys remains impossible.

So picture this:

You are standing on the mountaintop with soothing sounds of beautiful birds chirping in the hollow before you transcending gravity and humanity. Doves, sparkling white as ever, ascend out of the darkness beneath. Then wonder strikes of such beauty found in such a place? Is it a force of darkness clothed like the angel of light or the real deal?

Can the
messiah be from the least tribe of Israel or we are our own saviors?

All these are possibilities but I yearn to latch hold of the very last. Let it all be gone and I'm human again. Loneliness overwhelms! Reality sets in! I am not of my own! Life is of pure design and the creator I seek!

It may be a lost shot but I'd rather hope and lose than not hope at all.

Doves in the valley!

Beloved can you see?

The creator, defying
deaths for three days, ascend up from abysmal depths to save thee!

Come Down Before My Child Dies

Thin legs of mine ran with long strides, sounds like that of horses. Heavy gasps of breath forced through my lungs for release. Only, if only, I find Him, then the journey will not be a waste.

The tougher part will come later- an encounter I dread so much it slows me down. But I cannot dwell on it right now till I see Him...till I stare trembling before the Master to ask a favor. The part I fear most is if He rejects me and grants not my desire then all is lost.

My soul had grown weary from looking until I spot Him and then my countenance changed. Immediacy cried heavily in my ears and I knew there wasn't time for many words.

A few moments after, I was on my way back. My wish was granted!

My request was given!

Without looking back I knew He was coming with me. I didn't have to say much nor did I, with Him, need to have ties. All I said was:

Jesus! Quickly, for life goes and time flies;

What I ask is for many and my soul desperately cries.

Come down before my child dies!

By The Pool Bethesda

One of those people who had given up trying was me.

I had a lot of goals-so many there were but none have been spared.

As fast as never… before I run as slow as ever…hoping to reach the finish line only to have another claim d prize.

Once-known passion dwindled to lackluster and then to hopelessness, only to end in despondency.

What's the point of trying only to be shut down afterwards?

Strength is stolen as the yrs go by.

Life ages as time waits for none.

Giving up is logical, actual, and real.

…You will always have a choice a proverb says…

My response: not for me!

Then another, like other blessings past, came in sight.

A plain man walks to me with a wanderer's look and rich in lack of physical wealth.

"Pick yourself up," he says "and live again."

My answer for him is capped in three words: "what's the point?"

"You see the blessings u seek? Though far, I bring near; unreachable by you but freely offered by me. Here! Take! Have what you've sought. The emptiness that plagued you, like the leper beside Bethesda, fullness I give.

Whatever you need and whenever,

Grace and mercy receive!

Take up your bed and walk from nigh and far,

Deliverance meets thee by the Pool Bethesda!"

Born of God

I wish to witness my birth!

But Ye, I can't.

It would have been something- I know-but such will never be granted!

You know what next I wish for?

A flat screen where I can behold my every step…and to ask for too much… amend my steps to the way it should be. But you know what? If I am to be granted such a priceless blessing, then, only I must glare at the screen, for shame, oh so mighty shame and revulsion that stink out will be mine only to bear.

Wow! I started this message with curiosity but now have none left. My heart raced with excitement but not a before.

Then a Man, with holes in his hand, whispered in my ears:

"What if you can have it?"

What? I asked.

"What you just fantasized about?"

How? It can't be possible.

"What if you can have it but in a different way…Another of the same?"

What if? I wondered.

"This time, I, knowing the future, can guide you.

I , loving all, will help you."

What about...

"Your shame and mistakes you mean?

Guess what? I'll cover it!

When you fall I will be there to pick you up.

You don't have to wish to watch yourself born and grow when it's source is of man.

Behold something greater:

You-being born of God!

God of love…God of mercy

God of love, God of mercy

Have mercy upon me

God so pure, and so holy

Let my life be full of your glory

 

Thou art so sweet and so caring

My heart for you - be unfailing

Thou art so beautiful and so creative

In you I find the will to live and live

 

A wonder of awe and artistry

Culminates to announce your majesty

Calling things not as though they are

Takes your reverence, in me, higher and higher

 

I command this soul of mine be humbled

Let Christ have you though u've stumbled

Never deem it hard to be too obedient

For no sacrifice, too costly, will cause you to relent

The Father of Mercies

The father of mercies!

These words strike a chord in memory, a recall of something to do with boasting. Bear with me for I will thus explain. The father of mercies tickle in me the vision of someone presented to all as having mercy. This question was asked: Is there anyone merciful in this hateful world of quick judgment? A Being steps out to answer:

"I am!"

As spectators behold the one who dares to claim such a rare status, another one speaks within the crowd: "what about the father?"

Many concerned folks, weary of great longings of mercy, thirsty of ages past of such rare glory, turn to behold the one who defies such a moment.

A commoner, just like any other, steps out into the open - nothing of sight to reckon with but eyes full of a greater depth that comes with knowing. 'Tis a knowing that signifies experience and not words

The commoner speaks again:

"If you claim to bear mercy, what about the ocean that overflows in abundance of it? If you dare to deceive with a show of pity, what about the rivers of rare glory that flows from the source of mercy?

You speak with words to show. I speak of a place to go! Come! Let me show all where to drink from; a fullness provided for all and not for some! Follow into the throne of grace and stand before the mercy father face to face."

After all said and done, only one step it took for all to quench their longings that whelmed for ages, for we all, shortly after, lay by the ocean of grace provided by the father of mercies!

The I am that I am; the One who stretches hands of empathy to feel what we feel and stare with eyes heavy of love at us –

I acknowledge the Father of us all!!!