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Reality, Consequences

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There are consequences–

Whether good or bad,

Some are happy, some mad.

There are consequences–

For every choice we make,

No matter what we try to fake.


There are consequences–

For the saved and lost,

For peace or war at any cost.

There are consequences–

When we lose our cool,

For every time we act a fool.


There are consequences–

When fists in anger raise,

When to God we lift our praise.

There are consequences–

When only skins color we see,

For then no one is truly free.


There are consequences–

When we try to pretend,

Especially when we neglect a friend.

There are consequences–

When we loot, bully and burn,

Even when we refuse to learn.


There are consequences–

For taking what’s not ours,

When we abuse our powers.

There are consequences–

To living stuck in the past,

For that time the die is cast.


There are consequences–

To breaking the law,

When from God’s grace we fall.

There are consequences–

With each hearts  that’s turned,

When hate in hate is continually churned.


There are consequences–

Whether we’re right or wrong,

Eventually we hear life’s last song.

There are consequences–

When we go with the mob,

And the times we kneel to God.


There are consequences–

For every decision made,

Each one has a price to paid.

                                   -dfav 9/3/2020

We’re Born, We Die

We are all born.
Coming into this world,
One night or,
One day.

God knows us,
In our mother’s womb.
Knit together…
Knitted well…
Woven into,
God’s plan.

If born we live,
Our hearts beat.
Lungs breathe…
We feel…
How long,
Not our design.

We all die,
Slipping from here.
In many ways…
Different times…
Once born, once die,

We’re all told,
Truth illuminates,
The choice…
Ours alone…
Heaven or hell?
Which will it be?
          d.f.a.v.  4/7/15


Today I’m just wondering if maybe…

Maybe there isn’t only one

defining decision of our lives,

Maybe it’s not all threatened by one

stumbling, unexplained nose dive.

Maybe the corner turned isn’t

unforeseen every time,

Maybe the circumstances couldn’t be

any better yours or mine.

Maybe we’ve all done the best we could

with what we understood,

Maybe these storms will sweep

the dust from our eyes with a flood.

Maybe fences do exist for

very practical reasons,

Maybe doors and windows bang down

so time comes in every season.

Maybe the sun will set this evening

and the moon arise,

Maybe the stars will twinkle across

the night sky when God sighs.

Maybe there isn’t one falling star

to wish upon or do we find,

Maybe it’s the wishing we need

to leave behind?

Maybe our dream isn’t of failing

but really of success,

Maybe the last breath we take

is this one or even less.

Maybe our last breath should

already have come and gone,

Maybe it isn’t belief or faith we’re

lacking or for what we atone.

Maybe the footsteps we hear

are our own on the path

Maybe the rain billowing down

drenching us is a wild bath.

Maybe these troubles are like

pearls warmed by the sun.

Maybe they form the ladder

we’re to be climbing to see,

Maybe, just maybe, we’ve known

all along what would be?

Maybe somewhere deep inside

us where we hide

Maybe that door is flinging itself

wide open to the outside.

Maybe this is our time to rise

to God’s desire for us

Maybe it has been there all

along for us a must.

Maybe the parachute isn’t as

necessary as we think,

Maybe wings we can’t begin

to see won’t let us sink.

Maybe the pearls are every grain

of sand ever in our way

Maybe little pieces of the mountains

He’s brought down for this day.

Maybe life’s pressure, time and

the raw power of nature

Maybe they’ve made the pearls

we are climbing so unsure.

Maybe instead of having to

know why it is or is not,

Maybe that’s the absolute least

important question we’ve got.

Maybe we aren’t defined by

individual moments in time

Maybe it is the whole enchilada,

the whole rope of pearls, yours and mine.

Maybe all we really have to know


Maybe this is the moment of faith,

leap, trust and let go.

Maybe our wings will appear when

our feet touch the air,

Maybe we’ll fly, soaring free

without effort or care.

Maybe we’ll find we aren’t

ready after all to leap

Maybe we need more time

at the Master’s feet.

Maybe though this is our

time to reach out and soar,

Maybe we’ll sail over oceans

and land to Heaven’s door.

Maybe, just maybe, all we need

is faith for this moment?

Maybe we’ll never know if we

sit hunkered down dormant.

Maybe He says, “Yes” to the

prayer, or He says “No”,

Maybe He says “Wait” or

repeats “No my Child, No”!

Maybe it’s past time we

listen before we act

Maybe if we did there’d

be less that we lack.

Maybe we’re ready and

are too doubtful to know

Maybe we can’t hear Him cry,

“Fly my child! Go!”

Maybe…maybe itself has no

right to any of our parts

Maybe we’ve forgotten Jesus

lives in every opened heart,

Maybe life has its maybe’s,

uncertainties and untruths.

Fact is Jesus is coming again,

very soon, that’s the truth.

Maybe it’s time we dig our heels in

and do the Lord’s will

Maybe there’s still time to save

even one more from Hell.

        d.f.a.v. 9/29/13


The Choice

Life for me has been pretty packed the last few weeks with surprises.  Yesterday, one more slammed me to the ground.  Multiple blood clots, multiple pain and multiple shock.

As I lay there in the ER patient room I gave in to many things.

The fears.

The denial.

The pain.

The realization I wanted TO GO HOME.

I wanted Jesus to come into that room and carry me HOME.  In my thoughts were how hard Chris works to care for us and all the things I can’t do for him and Kiana

Then for a few minutes crept in a new solution.  A permanent one.

My prescribed medications were in my purse.  A few handfuls and water all I needed.  It would BE OVER.

ALL OVER. I was tempted.

Yes that was awful.

But is real. It is dark. It was scary.

Fortunately I also made the decision to move on.  Dwelling could have turned it even even darker. So I choose to be authentic.

Life is messy. I got tired, really tired, of the mess. The seemingly neverending mess. As a believer m Jesus Christ I know He is with me every where. Especially yesterday when thoughts of over dosing nibbled at mind.

I’m no hero. I do nothing extraordinary in my faith walk. And don’t want to be anyone one’s inspiration. I am human, my life has messy parts. I give up.

Truth is I believe, I am not alone, others are in our world who think thoughts, or even plan suicide. It isn’t lack of faith, prayer or desire to please God. It is the reality of facing daily a struggle with a chronic life threatening diagnos.

I just choose to be honest.