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What Message is Getting Through

Jun9
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There is deafening noise all around,
You cannot escape it wherever you are bound.
A violent roar angry, loud and explosive,
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so big, so loud, so hot and molten,
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden. 

There is violence in the streets below.
People breaking in, as people once friends turn to foes.
Glass shatters, bricks explode, fire flames and licks,
The guilty or innocent such destruction has no pick.
Businesses, homes, people damaged or wiped away,
Taken out by waves of fury again today.

There are tidal waves of age old lies,
How many deaths will be enough to die?
Leaders so corrupted they cannot smell their stench,
Plans roll out to which they've plied their wrench.
This has nothing to do with "we the people",
Much to do with the torn down steeple.

No longer can I hear the message,
No longer can I read the passage,
No longer can I find reason for sanity,
No longer do I see any recognization of dignity.
The locusts have passed again and again,
I cannot hear through their violent, wicked din.

There is one promise to which I cling,
One taste of tomorrow despite todays sting.
Jesus came and died, He the only perfect One,
He rose from death His victory won.
He is returning, He is coming back,
In Him alone resides all the understanding we lack.

Until then though I struggle to hear your voice,
Do you think there is another sane choice?
This paints a picture of evil reigning,
Of the worst of all humanity demanding,
Their way or no way, life or death,
It seems your intent to steal away our last breath.

There is deafening racket all around,
No escape no matter where you're bound.
A violent roar, angry, loud and explosive, 
So loud, oh so loud, it turns into a weapon so corrosive.
Noise so BIG, so LOUD, SO hot, SO molten, 
Your message is lost to all, dispelled, no longer golden.

----dfav
4/20/2021

			

			
						


	



			
				


	

		
Running to You


					
May10
			


	

		

Seems like the world is closing in,





Not sure what or who is wrong this time,





Not sure of who should win,





Or if there’s a winning side at all.





I will be running,  running to You. 










But, this I am confident is true,





When Jesus splits the eastern sky,





This daughter will be running to You,





I will run to You, I will run to You.





I will be the one running to You.










After years of wondering what I should do,





Every second it takes me to get there,





Is one less to spend with You, 





I will be the one running with a smile on my face.





I will be the one running, running to You. 










There will be skid marks where I slide,





When I reach the point before Your throne,





Throwing my arms up, my heart open wide,





Holy tears will flow down my cheeks,





I will have been running,  running to You.










To worship, adore You and praise You too.





Yes, I will be the one running fast as I can,





How long I have hungered for this time You are due,





I will be running to You despite one leg being gone. 





Yes, I will be running, running to You. 





—dfav





5/10/2021








		
	
			


	



			
				


	

		
The Sounds are Missing


					
Sep28
			


	

		

The world living sounds are changing, 





In some respects they’ve gone away,





The sounds of leaves crunching 





Beneath a neighbors feet.





Traffic isn’t as thunderous these days,





People pass but not as many,





Even heavy trucks have gone astray,





Their wheels and air brakes muted.





Birds are no longer tweeting,





Squirrels aren’t actively gathering nuts,





As if nature itself responds to silencing,





This world, as a whole, long changed.





Feelings of discomfort and disbelief, 





Are ushered in by bare branches, 





As every cell in me waits for some relief,





Sounds today?  What waits tomorrow?





—-dfav





9/28/2020

			


	



			
				


	

		
Precious Souls


					
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Outside one of the most popular tourist sites in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, The Old Mill, an older gentleman sat playing his guitar and singing.  He was tucked into the deep shade of the creaky front porch were it was still hot but he escaped the suns beating waves.


He sang old gospel songs mixed with mountain ballads.  His voice pleasant but not amazing.  There was a very small display of old CD’s still in the manufacturer’s wrapping but clearly remnants of earlier pressings.


My husband who adores the bluegrassy twanging sounds of this type musical offering stops to buy one of the old CDs.  The singer and my husband converse between the man singing and just playing his guitar.   Our daughter pouts over not getting a shirt she wanted.   Our niece stands to the side and I sit waiting in my wheelchair wondering if I can find out his story.


Then silently and shyly our youngest niece, a 16-year-old whose soft heart is well known by our family slips around me.  In a flash my husband and I see her drop a $20 into the old man’s tip bucket.  


I look at her hand dropping the $20 in and I see a rare beauty.  I know how much of her hard earned money she has allotted herself for our weekend trip and I am swept away in the offering she gives.  I see the deep sweet generosity of a soul whose wisdom wraps itself around her precious soul.  


She hastens to tell us, at our surprised and questioning looks, that she has used her own money.  I assure her we know.  Knowing she is easily embarrassed I turn my face away from her so my eyes brimming with tears are not visible.


A true offering given to support the ministry of a musical missionary by a heart nestled deeply in the soul of a young teenage girl.  I marvel at the purity of her gift and I see another layer of our nieces sweet, sweet heart and soul.  I marvel and I pray for her.  A prayer she will come to understand her real value and gift to the human race.


I pray she will see her beauty and value in and through God’s eyes. Because in this harsh and outwardly trapped society we live in it is hard for tender hearted people, whose greatest gift to the world is seeing the best and beauty of it beneath the glitz and blitz covering the filth.  That world doesn’t appreciate the love through which our niece views it, instead it often seeks to destroy it because it cannot be like it.  Deep down I believe most of society longs to love and see the beauty our niece sees naturally but they can’t in their race to make themselves number one, to fit into the right group or keep up with an ever rising economic status bar.My heart overflows…I am so blessed to know this wonderful, loving, artistic and tender person!


This marvelous selfless act astonishs me.  What a true beauty resides within our niece’s soul.  I pray she never becomes corrupted by the evil of this life.  I pray to be more giving like our niece for I have seen a peek of Jesus in her and she is beautiful.

Oh so beautiful!


-Faye