The Golden Lens

Looking into space, I am lost in the 
     vastness
I am struck by the concept of infinity
While trying to understand that the 
     depths of the universe are shallow 
     compared to the depths of a person's 
     spirit
Those infinite wells that go deep 
     inside a person
The wonder and beauty of the culture
     inside
The colorful dispositions seen in an
     instant
And the deep, dark secrets left in the
     far reaches
The nebulas and the black holes 
     unseen by most
And the bright stars burning white hot
Such complexities and value in every
     person.

4-22-14

The Hand that Pulls Me

I am shocked by the hand that pulls me
When discouraged and feeling powerless,
You remind me that I am a son of God
And I have resurrection and creation
    power within me
Once again I can see the beauty in other's
    footsteps
And the color in other people's thoughts
Like the rain that falls,
And the earth soaks up its nourishment,
So is every word that proceeds from 
    Your Throne Room
Like a turbine in a dam,
Your water rushes in so I can produce
    electricity for the world
Such hope does Your Hand give me

4-7-14

Observations in the Spirit

I can see the angels walking around
Armor, helmets, swords, shields,
On the walls, vines with pink and 
     purple rose blooms form
Thorns are absent in this greenhouse
Aromas of a flower garden in spring
Underneath each of Eloise's feet are 
     pools of bright light
I can feel the joy of Heaven on her
Amelia walks with a beautiful cloud
     of flowers and little blue dancing
     lights around her
She leaves behind a trail of bubbles 
     and sparkles as she walks
As the sun shines in, the floor, walls,
     and ceiling act as solar panels and 
     absorb the light
As the sun goes down, light still 
     radiates all around
Various plants sprout out of the ground
My skin is metal, covered in light
     with small flames coming off of it
I can see little butterflies all around
     Eloise
I ask what causes the flowers and 
     greenery to grow
'Worship' is God's reply
There is a bright blue river flowing
     through our entire apartment
There are floating white particles in
     the air and a stillness that grips me

3-23-14