#29: Digging Again

I really would like to try to explain the meanings behind the last 30 days, but I will say a few themes that have been on my mind that have been expressed in these 60 days.

One theme is working. It is the idea of a right or wrong view of work. When I am talking about the rig and digging and this language of living on a farm it is a combination of the language of scripture and also a reality of life. So many issues that the Millenial’s have is rooted in this notion that working is not a part of life. No one really would ever say that but the forced reality of having to work hard does invade rather then persuade.

When you are forced to grow up you do grow up, but it is not as productive as we would think it would be. However, when vision takes a hold of your life and you gain a YES perspective to life( comes from God) then things start to change.

To the writer’s and the creative people. It is time just to do it. You have your process and you feel like it never stops( lol..me too) but you don’t need to spend more time talking about your desire to write stories or make films; or, do a lot of things that revolve around telling a story that can and will touch those around you.

Digging Again into the vision for your life. 2 Cor. 1:19-22.

19 For the Son of God, Jesus Christ, who was preached among you by us—by me and Silas[c] and Timothy—was not “Yes” and “No,” but in him it has always been “Yes.” 20 For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God. 21 Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, 22 set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.

60 Days of Poetry..

Digging Again
Left it at the edge of the driveway
When the sun never did fade away,
When the shade would have stayed longer,
When shorter for the winter would have been much
Better,
The rig called home,
Called a safety zone,
Called none more of trying to
Be known,
Called now or never we will
Live forever,
The better of the endeavor,
The inventor of clever,
The morning by morning of a lover,
Asked for power,
Asked for a better shovel,
For a better way to dig past the
Crap that keeps me from You,
Everything they ever said,
For the reasons why you could
Live dead,
I really do want to live
And it is isn’t a question mark,
But rather a starting stark of
A contrast, of a constant life
Of brightness,
Digging again,
Down deep past everything I have
Ever known,
Do I abide?
Do I really just run and hide?
Wrongly or in His shade,
In His blade of a grass field
I could sit in,
Or is running the best of the slipping
Away life?
Sun has just come up now,
And I am ready for the life of
Light that is my eternal right
Dig again,
To get deep again,
To let everything else fade
That isn’t His shade,
Hide in God,
And dig in, again

 

#14 Good Enough

Are you good enough?
Or are you just not good?
Good news is bad news to the unwise,
Now I’ve spent all my life trying to please you,
To many late nights spent on the hallway
Preparation, on the popular anticipation,
Hooded shirts and shiny shoes,
I’ve spent it all on the color black,
I wish now that I could take all that time back,

On the rig, we were builders of our own dreams,
We were inventors behind the curtains,
We were ineffably uncertain,
We would easily have been shaken
But we were taught not to be,
Not to be, even at all

I was born with a pen in hand,
With all the things I wouldn’t comprehend,
Who ever is good enough?
Sanded sides of you,
Used to give it all up,
Now I am moonlighting as a
Lover, now I am part time romance,
Full time angst,
Full time choler now,
Full time roller now,

On the rig, we had different colors,
Different winters, different Novembers,
Different ways of getting older,
On the rig I had you, I had that shared
Space where we learned about grace,
I had protection,
I had hidden intention from you,
In all my performing for you,
I had a life of getting new,
I had the gig to get ready for,
I had the life of wanting more

I, too, had a rig to live on,
A gig to perform on,
A family of dreamers,
A lifetime of pain to come
Ahead not just for me,
But for anyone looking
To get ahead

Midnight Memory

It’s a midnight memory

Yes, I stole that from One Direction

Misguided I am by the pop culture

Fandom wrapped in stardom we

Call the news today—

I am thirsty however for

What is true, I am pressed up

Against all that is not new,

Not newness, not goodness,

Yes, this is God’s patience—

A hard pressed life one against

The loveless and the wreckless

But for love it all changes and

Rearranges the insides of our heart’s

Deepest desires—I too stay up late

Sipping coffee when I should be asleep

But I to crave the right kind of midnight

One with oil, one with a red eyed flight

To that place called perfection, called

Burn in me a new getaway, called Zion’s

Jetway, it’s a continuing city, it’s a windy

Skyline, it’s a golden bridge in due time,

It’s a winding road and I am lost whenever

You go—do not leave us here dead in our

Sins, hopped up on trespassing in the highway

Flourishing—I too am a palm tree to flourish

And a pain to nourish in Your eyes, I too am

A midnight memory but when I see You let

Me in, let me sit, let me not be the one you

Cast out—more oil for the midnight days

Ahead—its all for You!