One River of Life, twisting and turning and every flowing,
And never changing, despite the winds of change blowing;…
Quickly here, slowly there, brackish some and also clear,
Translucent and wholesome yet sinister and most austere.
Some fight upstream in hopeless effort to reach the source,
Only to tire and weary, to be swept along the River’s course;
While others swim and play and leap, hopping and popping
In the ever flowing current with ne’er an idea of stopping.
Not all swim; they are just carried along, ever quite content,
But all reach the same end no matter how the trip was spent;
For there each is engulfed in the Ocean deeper than deeps,
Vast and endless and peaceful, where the sun never sleeps.
Ah! Have I been deceived? Yes, but by my own weakness falling prey to another, the Enchanter, the god of grand vision and illusory promises.
But this other god now frightens me;
This other god is old and cold,
But not the Ancient of Days,
No! Now I know!
Love and mercy are not his ways.
The other god is stiff and barren,
And he makes me cringe,
Pushing me off to the outer fringe.
Ah! But that god is not You,
No! Now I know!
Which is why my faith can begin again.
Protected by Your right strong arm,
Kept safe from all harm.
I can rest myself against Your breast,
And say, ‘I love You,’
And hear the beat of Your heart,
And the whisper, ‘I love you, too.’
I know I have posted this poem elsewhere on my blog, but I did so without any explanation … assuming, of course, that the intelligent read would understand. And I do not doubt for a moment that most people have understood; nevertheless, I feel compelled to re-submit this as an actual blog “article” with the explicit explanation that in the ultimate scheme of life in this time, in this world, no one is really “better” than anyone else … an unadulterated truth taught by the greatest of faith/religious leaders down though the ages. More specifically, my “target” audience are those who, like myself, adhere to the Christian faith. All too often, I have found it to be tragically the case that “Christians” look down their long noses, so to speak, at “those people,” without realizing that in truth ~ in reality, in this time, in this world ~ they are no better whatsoever. And that is what this poem is all about…
I am the pusher, the user, the drunkard laid upon the floor;
I am the whore, the prostitute, the refuse knockin’ at your door;
I am the working man, poor man, the child starving in the night;
I am the sick, the diseased, the dying from an unknown plight…
I am the albatross around your neck,
The nightmare that will never go away;
I am the life of promise become a wreck,
The horror of creation, ever here to stay.
I am the rapist, heartless killer, the thief in the dark;
I am the demon, the beast, stamped with the mark;
I am the singer, the binger, the beloved movie star;
I am the doctor, lawyer, the friendless man at the bar;
I am your brightest dream that faded away,
All of your hopes and prayers for a better day;
I am the inescapable truth of life in this world,
The vilest evil, what makes the blood run cold.
And what will you do with me, saddled as you are ~
Such a troublesome burden, and creation’s scar?
Will you throw me away and simply let me be,
When you realize that I am you and you are me?
Now I might only add the scriptural truth that “there is no one righteous; no, not even one… For all have fallen short of the glory of God: therefore, judge not that you be not judged.” Right?
Originally written to encourage and uplift one special girl in particular ~ and I dearly hope and pray it did ~ I now dedicate this poem to the two most important people in my life … my daughter and my son.
By: Jonathan Noble
Looking through a hole in the cloud I saw your smiling face,
It made me so happy, with every line such beauty to trace;
You looked playfully down from the sky and joyfully danced,
And I wildly jumped like a child in some fantasy entranced.
You said this pretty day was for play with nothing else to say,
So I ran toward your rainbow with pleasure paving the way;
You said I had to leave all sadness behind so I could have fun,
Then you took me by the hand and led me straight into the sun.
Away so far in that big, bright star you led me to a special place,
And who would’ve thought you had a kingdom in outer space?
We sang and skipped, danced and twirled round the fire trees,
And watched in awe the lava honey collected by blazing bees.
I never knew till that day there were such amazing places to go,
When I lifted my eyes into the sky instead of looking so low…
To see your radiant face shining through that hole in the cloud,
To discover there are places where joy and happiness abound.
Thank you dear child.
Especially dedicated to a very special young woman ~ strong, beautiful, intelligent and talented ~ who holds a very special place in my heart… Praying she finds it an encouraging blessing written in love and bathed in prayer
I would lift you up from the pits of hell,
Wake you up from your imprisoning spell;
I would fly you high into the heavens above
For no other reason than my own pure love.
I would chase away the shades of despair,
Gladly free your soul from the Liar’s snare;
I would give you peace with open hands,
And guard you safely from enemy bands.
I would open your eyes to see your worth,
From the womb of God, new life to birth;
Then to heavenly port would sail you away,
To finally live in the joy of unending day.
Yes, if I could, I would; would lift you up…
Tears of heaven fall,
Because I cried and held back nothing at all.
Her heart is saddened,
Because all of her blessings have failed to gladden.
She whispers in the wind,
‘Are you disappointed, love, with all I send?’
But I yearn for more,
Such a selfish, childish, arrogant boar!
And does she weep,
As I fall into my dark and restless sleep?
Her voice in my dream
Yet rolls through my heart as a life-giving stream.
‘I love you no less,
Though foul you are and my blessings transgress;
Still will I hold you and in my bosom caress.’