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The Beauty Of Music

Today I came across this beautiful poem written by John Piper.  (John Piper (@JohnPiper) is founder and teacher of desiringGod.org and chancellor of Bethlehem College & Seminary. For 33 years, he served as pastor of Bethlehem Baptist Church, Minneapolis, Minnesota. He is the author of more than 50 books).  Part of its beauty is the music, design and cinematography.   I was swept away into his story and was captured emotionally by the incredible word pictures.  But I know I would not have felt this as intensely had it not been for the music.

This is especially true in my favorite movies.  Where would we be without the underscore music to carry us to the important, poignant or intense parts of the film?  I remember feeling this way many times over the years when it cam to TV drama too.  Anyone ever have a teary moment over “Little house on the prairie”, “The Walton’s” or “Touched by an Angel”?  It probably wasn’t the writing as much as the music.  Every good show has music to give it that extra boost.  And to achieve the much sought after emotional bonding.

I think you will love this poem – watch it all the way through and ponder on the words.  Just Beautiful.

 

God Bless

Love Is Christmas

Here is one of my favorite new Christmas songs

Enjoy and God Bless

Published on Dec 22, 2012 by Sarah Bareilles

I don’t care if the house is packed,
Or the strings of light are broken.
I don’t care if the gifts are wrapped,
Or if there’s nothing here to open.

Love is not a toy, and no paper will conceal it.
Love is simply joy that I’m home.

I don’t care if the carpet’s stained; we got food upon our table.
I don’t care if it’s gonna rain, our little room is warm and stable.
Love is who we are, and no season can contain it.
Love would never fall for that.

Let love lead us, love is Christmas.

Why so scared that you’ll mess it up? Imperfection keeps you haunted.
All you need is your best my love, that’s all anyone ever wanted.
Love is how we do, let no judgment over- rule it.
Love I look to you, and I sing.

Let love lead us, love is Christmas.
Let love lead us, love is Christmas.

Adam’s Rib

Adam and EveI read that God took something from the man

carefully fashioned it

and created the woman

I don’t often think much about it

but lately I’ve begun to wonder

do I have an extra one?

You know – that extra rib

Is it this one that gives me trouble

throws off my normal alignment?

Simple movements

that are not so simple

now that I am reaching

a certain age

A back that used to work for me

not against me

even with strenuous movements

one that would bounce back after exercise

But alas, it is not so

I have to blame that rib

that extra one

the one Adam gave me

It appears I’m stuck with it

a little pain

no gain

but maybe much is to be gained after all

For it is in the pain

and restriction

that cause me to pause

reflect

and appreciate the times

when everything works

just as it should

When my ribs don’t hurt when I breathe

when I can turn over in bed

without pain

and reach down for things without a sharp stabbing

But for now

I will stumble along

with my extra rib

that rib from Adam

and keep doing it

in spite of that hinderance

that certain encumbrance

the unwanted rib

I will do it

by trimming down

moving more

eating less

and finding a new normal

and in time

I will adjust

extra rib and all

Hey Adam!

Thanks ever so much

you shouldn’t have

I mean that.

Can I give it back?

Today good for you?

Tomorrow?

Oh I get it

without that extra little “gift”

I would not be here

I guess it stays

it is my reminder

my visual

and my choice

And I choose to work through it

and not take anything for granted

when everything works so well!

 

 

 

 

Little Narrow Gate

This song is one you may not have heard often – or at all.  But it is one of my favorites by great gospel singer Sandi Patty.  Music and lyrics like this are nothing short of inspiring!  I trust you will find the beautiful melody and rich lyric line a little lift today – as you find your own little narrow gate.

 

God Bless

Chorus:
There’s a little narrow gate
At the top of a hill
And it beckons my heart to enter in
And follow where it will
Oh, where it will
And the path that leads through this gate of dreams
Takes me away

With the wind at my back
The journey before me
I set my feet on the road that leads to life
And take the hand of the one
Who’ll be my companion
For he will show me the place to begin

Repeat Chorus

All of my life I’ve been waiting
Could this be the place I can start

Repeat Chorus

I See You

English: Limosa fedoa is walking at Ocean Beac...

Seasons change

 

 

 

a small tide goes out

 

 

 

There is peace

 

 

 

a calm settling

 

 

 

more to come

 

 

 

everlasting

 

 

 

continual motion

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like the planets

 

 

 

not standing still

 

 

 

swirling and moving

 

 

 

pulling and pushing

 

 

 

reeling in

 

 

 

gravitational pull

 

 

 

Gravitation keeps the planets in orbits around...

Gravitation keeps the planets in orbits around the Sun. (Not to scale) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

And so we are

 

 

 

the same

 

 

 

yet ever-changing

 

 

 

like the tide

 

 

 

like the planets

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Movement in symmetry

 

 

 

dancing with abandon

 

 

 

free yet restrained

 

 

 

yearning forward

 

 

 

drawn together

 

 

 

discovering truth

 

 

 

in simple pleasures

 

 

 

You + Me = We

You + Me = We (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

 

 

 

 

 

I see you

 

 

 

you see me

 

 

 

and that is enough

 

 

 

This Time

Gift Box

Gift Box (Photo credit: Ken’s Oven)

There is a box marked “past”.

I keep it tucked away.

the lid is closed

but sometimes I take it out

unwrap the pretty bow

and look inside at the things

I saved for a rainy day.

things that are precious to me

conversations and pictures

memories and mistakes

those that are no longer a part of my life

it is my glimpse into an altered reality

and another life

that might have been mine

this time

so long ago.

There is a box marked “today”

It contains things tangible

easy to touch

never heavy or painful

things that only bring peace

purpose, commitment, laughter and right now

It is my life

There are those that share in it

friendships and love

a simple place of no regret

the box is kept out in the open for all to see,

rummage through and contribute.

There is no lid – the box always open

I am comfortable here and free to be me

I am grounded

firmly planted in reality

It is where I can stay.

this time

There is a box marked “future”

It is the scary unknown

the one that is still unwritten

things I do today will greatly affect this box

that is hidden from me

It will contain my hopes, thoughts and prayers

and things I do or don’t do today

I don’t want to make mistakes

like the many in my “past” box

full of regrets, love lost and wrong people

that box is full and has to be kept shut

by an act of my will

This future box is empty

has no mistakes or regrets in it

it is the beginning of a clean slate

for a meaningful existence today

a poured out life

spent in service for others

honoring to God

a time to be happy

to be all I was created to be

with no regrets

only love

this time

Lamplight Lane

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It is almost dark.

A sweet dusk has descended.

The sky is pinkish, blue and gray.

The walkway lamps are lit.

I feel the cobblestone beneath my feet – hear the uneven surety of my steps.

I smell the blossoms on the many plants in full bloom, the trees are fragrant as they hang there unaware of how beautiful they are.

This is my favorite time of the day.

It is my walk time.  My time to be with you.

This is the time when I reflect, pause and drink it in.

I have a prayer on my lips and thoughts in my mind.

We have walked this path many times before – you and I – and I know we shall walk it again.

It is at these times when I feel the surrounding canvas of your creation come alive and you speaking to me.

I have many questions in my prayers.  It is here that I ask them.

I make firm resolves, I argue, I reason – and all the while I feel you with me.

My resolves are laughable – you know me so well

I reason that you have designed me and understand my many jumbled up emotions.

I argue with why things have to be the way they are.

And finally I am resigned to ask the questions anyway – even though you do not always answer.

In the beauty of this evening I feel your promise of many more just like this one.

And I drink it in – all of it.

I feel your grace in my life – things I do not deserve.

Those things you have allowed into my life, and those you have protected me from

And I am grateful – too full to speak

My footsteps are the only sound I hear as I walk along.

I am not alone.

Oh – the thought of it!

The Creator of this wonderful lamplight lane is walking with me.

The Puppet

The following writing is by Mexican ventriloquist, Johnny Welch.   A friend recently sent this to me in a beautiful power-point presentation.  I loved it so much – I wanted to share his inspirational writing with you today.

God Bless

 

The Puppet

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals…My God, if I only had a scrap of life…

I wouldn’t let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favorites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old–not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men….

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father’s finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis Taylor

God’s Laughter

The laughter of a child

The laughter of a child (Photo credit: cams-not-in-lux)

I laid in bed and listened to the rain

like a roaring, whirling sound

it came

pounding on my roof

with many intricate patterns

set in motion by an unseen force

I’ve heard people say

rain is God’s tears

But what if the rain is laughter instead?

God’s laughter

Laughter that drenches

like rain

Rain that envelopes

and fills up the crevices

brings healing to the dry

and satisfies the thirst

rain that at first seems unnecessary

wet, cold and inconvenient

but then as I really listen

I hear the marvel

the complexity

the supernatural lilt and cadence

of heavenly laughter

billowing down

chasing me

bringing life

energy and hope

a breath of fresh air

and a kiss of assurance

Laughter that has not given up

or abandoned

laughter that seeks, reaches and pours

gloriously overflows

drenches and lavishly gives

And I smile as I listen

straining to hear more

more of this strange laughter

Laughter that takes a breath

pauses and almost stops,

then comes around again

whispering in the thundering clatter

“All is Well”

giving reassurance

and finally

gently lulling me to sleep…

 

November Wind

something missing

but cleanly restored

swept away

no untidy remnants

drifted away

just a thought

nothing more

an idea when pressed

is only distortion

not complete

fueled by false

selective memory

and personal reality

meaning nothing

missing something

just what

I don’t know

what seemed real

now I know was not

yet missing it

has become

my reality

where is that truth

seen through my limited scope

it has become

a true false

without regard

or notice

blown away

bitter and cold

without remorse

sometimes sunshine

and laughter

but mostly

eternal rain

and confusion

past all reason

and time

like the November wind

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