This my last blog on this site. If anyone is interested I am going to focus on my care 2 blog.

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Peace
Mark/mitch

The world within is a nation unto itself,
Fractured society it often seems,
Elements of destruction,
Also the desire for growth,
Live side by side often at war,
A ragtag army of malcontents
Seeking to drown those who are wise,
Who calmly whisper their counsel.

Complete satiation from fulfilled desire denied,
Only deeper hunger remains,
Worse still a deadly lethargy feeding off emptiness,
Driving one to seek with deeper desperation,
Something, anything, that can’t be found by well worn paths.
The inner tumult deafening in its demands,
Though what is needed already known,
From ignored wisdom acquired.

Pious sentiment best let go of.
Seeking relief apart from what must be done,
Doomed.
Only wounds faced can be healed,
Soothing ointments only cover what is beneath,
The slow rot of self destructive acts embraced.
The road of faith in darkness seeking,
That which is often feared yet desired…..grace and inner freedom.

The spider web created enmeshing the soul,
Intricate thought seeking untruth,
Wrapped tightly worsened by struggle hopeless,
Yet known after all
A place,
A state,
Known and embraced,
Fear of inner flight, deadening.

Winter sun in cold air crisp,
Leaves that crunch under every step,
Cool nights with delightful rain,
Winds adding to the beauty of the season.
Stars visible in sky clear of summer mist,
Silent, no sound except the gentle whisper of wind,
Caressing skin in a lovers touch,
Bringing peace as the gift offered.

This moment so much like the one before,
Yet unique as all moments are,
My blindness keeps me from the newness of this instant,
Which leads to a flatness,
A sameness,
Something that leads to despair.

Pregnant is what each moment is.
Expectant,
If I cannot see that,
Then I am asleep,
Missing the invitation to deeper life,
A transforming relationship beyond all time.

Moments converge,
On the Moment,
The eternal,
In which all time is contained,
It is there,
Now,
That we meet.

In peace or chaos,
In pleasure or in pain,
In joy or sorrow,
In hope or despair,
We are asked to respond to simply what is before us.

God is,
Not always a welcoming thought.
Calls us in the moment,
Closer than our skin and bone,
Deeper in than our souls,
With us on our journey,
Our joy, pain, sorrow, despair also his.

Fear is a task master hard to serve,
Offering protection from what life demands,
Back stepping a way of life,
Slowly draining freedom dry,
Into a corner back into, with only one escape;
Moving forward into life once again, if one dares.

Fear faced, backs down,
With anxiety and anger next to contend with;
A hard road to find peace,
Layer upon layer to discover,
The path to freedom
Not for the faint hearted.

Overly concern of what others think,
When in fact they really don’t.
Think, that is, about others overly much,
Only in passing, like a mist, then forgotten.
This conceit of the fearful, and anxious, and angry,
Much ado about nothing at all, a form of insanity.

So common that it is often taken for prudence, this craziness,
Giving others power that they neither, seek nor want,
The gift given none the less.
So the circle continues with allowing this tyranny to live,
Something really not real,
Unless one gives it life.

Those who gossip not worth the listening,
People often fearful; jealous of what others have,
Or are.
Often petty, mean spirited,
Deserving our pity and compassion
Respect and trust however not.