Winds of Reformation

Two days ago, I was sitting alone outside of our church between services just observing the beauty around me. As I sat and pondered theological intricacies, the economic plights of Third-World countries, and the huge problems in our political system...well, actually - just the basic meaning of life - I was suddenly aware of the soft tendrils of the breeze gently brushing across my face. Gradually, the breeze began to increase in strength - it started moving through the tops of the trees, sounding the crescendo of Spring-time harmonies. I sat and watched as the wind played it's course through the bushes, across the lawn and in the tumbling leaves. The clouds were pushed back and the warm light of the sun smiled down upon my lonely heart. I thought about the wind. As it breezed by, shuffling papers, it's soft, persuasive tones again brushed my thoughts, and reminded me of truth - truth carried on the winds of change, truth carried on winds of redemption, and hope carried on the wings of the wind. I remembered the sun, it's smiling face, and the hope born to all on the wings of His wind. Striving in my simplistic way to capture this amazing force, I pulled a pen from my bag and began to write these thoughts pulling on the fabric of my heart and mind. I wrote haltingly, hesitantly, trying to contain and express this great truth being screamed to the world through the deafening silence. Every part of me longed to fully embrace these winds of change, hope and love. All that was in me longed to share the renewing redemption with all the world - to sing till the whole world listened to the song of the King. Alas, my simple words, rough hands, and untrained mind failed to adequately expose the glory of the King and His song born on the wind - yet....yet, I was compelled to write. And so, with pen in hand, I lifted my rough, imperfect praise to His throne...and it was good.

Enjoy Wings of the Wind.

~ Jon ~


Wings of the Wind

Pushing, tearing,
Ripping, bearing,
--
The orchestral sound,
Of the wind playing now,
It's sounds of chaos,
Hauntingly resound.

Temporal, worldly
Blowing angrily,
--
It's courses have run,
Enough harm was done,
A new wind sweeps now,
The Life wind of His Son.

Spiritual, living,
Salvation it's giving,
--
Days despairair have passed,
All our limp banners,
Could fly brilliantly,
Faith rests in what will last.

Hasten, fly,
Accept, He forgives,
--
The sound of His voice
Inhabits the wind,
The time is right now,
Don't wait, make your choice.

Saving, redeeming,
His hope brings meaning,
--
Stand right where you are,
And bask in new wind,
Receive with open arms,
New life in your heart.

Loving, caring,
Hope is returning,
--
His winds bear my ship,
Through all storms and tears,
My rigging is safe,
My sails do not rip.

Laughing, beaming,
His light is streaming,
--
Light shines all around,
Carried on His wind,
Let that force embrace you,
And by grace be unbound.

Freeing, enduring,
Forever fulfilling,
--
It sweeps wrong away,
It lifts the soul high,
Breathe into the wind,
In His love you'll stay.

Safety, secure,
Stalwart He's pure,
--
No matter all've sinned,
Forgiveness flies now,
Darkness is broken,
I fly on the wings of His wind..

Ghosted Symphony....

What happens when life and love collide? What does it look like to see the successful lives of two young people join in concert to write a great symphony? If one unknowingly drops that great work of time, art, love and care into a fire, how would the future change? Would true love prevail and simple obsession die?
That symphony wrote itself.
Yes, the two young people did create it - but it wasn't for the reasons, nor in the manner, one of them wanted....but HE did not accidentally drop it into the fire. It seems that God brought them together in this way: by keeping them apart...for now. The one never saw the other yet.....yet, they wrote it together. Time and space were twisted to allow such happening. Their music was created, was played as a beautiful praise of angelic heights, and it was burned in a plume of smoke and ashes. Why? How? But...now only one question remains: can they, those two people in love in the future, collaborate once more to again write the sounds of epics? And will they do it face to face....or by merely living their lives - as before - and writing the sounds of a friendship to mature into something more?

Situational pondering...'tis an art perfected almost daily in this dusty old mind. Everything, life in general, is well and moving at a rapid pace as I am hurtling towards the end of another year's studies....pray that I may finish strong. And, just to be clear on this next short work, this hasn't happened to me :-) I was just thinking and wondering....using my imagination produced this. So please, as you read: imagine, wander, learn, and ...maybe, be inspired :-) Let me know if you are ;-)

Have a bodacious day!

~ Jon ~

Reunion Alegre Magnifica

When I say those words, I love you,
I’ll see them shining in your face,
Joyful tears will flow not few,
The love of my life I’ll finally embrace;
Light shines bright from her wet cheek’s sun,
As I hold her close, she’s my only one…

Far we’ve traveled; the road’s been long,
But the hardship of life’s trials,
And the pain of love’s sweet song,
Brought us together for a while;
You were everything to me,
And always will forever be!

Melancholy separation,
See, it’s a figment in your head,
My heart bleeds from your serration,
Starved blood flowed as blue, not red;
Never again will that take place,
You clearly hold fast in my heart’s space.

I took the fall – it was mine you see,
I guided you home, safely back,
You took my hand – said you loved me,
And truly nothing now I lack;
The waves of your sea filled my heart’s hole,
I was drowned, and saved by your ocean’s soul.

How happy is our joyful present!
To laugh and love, so free once more,
Separation only to resent,
Joy tears rain - you’re all I live for;
Forever, we’re no longer apart,
Light shines down on our life of love’s new start... :-)

Backnaction

Hey there fellow viewers and explorers of the world of cyberspace...thanks for stopping by at my small space for a time - I appreciate the time :-) I hope you'll find encouragement, inspiration, new ways of thinking and many other items of such interest here as you read and ponder. So, feel free to do just that, read and ponder, feel free and at home. Think about all this that I have here, and enjoy this new little dity I threw together: Just Say Yes.
I'd be glad to hear from ya'll after being sick for about a week, so drop a line, or leave your thoughts in the comments area at the bottom of this post :-)

Have a wonderful day!

~ Jon ~

Just Say Yes

This will be the one,
The day you get it done,
No need to wait,
Or to impress,
It’s not too late,
So just say yes.

Perfect submission,
With proper contrition,
Flings the shades back,
Throws the doors open,
It pierces the black…
In future glory now I’m hopin’.

His love is so deep
And He never does sleep,
Some knees will bend,
Some fall on their face,
It isn’t the end,
But the start of His grace.

So proclaim His great name,
All honor, glory, power and fame,
His love set us free,
To run and to live,
He forgave even me,
Much grace He does give.

Let His great glory resound,
As your lost soul’s now found,
He’ll wrap you in love,
His hand will hold firm,
You’ll see him above,
He’s not just a term.

So let go of foolish pride,
Bathe in His crimson tide,
Say yes to His gift,
Forgiveness forever, and
He’ll heal this dark rift,
Chains of guilt will sever.

So fall into the deep of His love,
Let Him guide and direct from above,
Take courage, oh soul,
In a future of glory,
Let Him fill in your hole,
And make you as part of His grand old Story.

...No need to wait,
Or to impress,
It’s not too late,
So just say yes...

Normalizationology....

Ever notice that the separation inherent in some love is way less painful than concealing it around other people? I'm not saying whether I'm experiencing this myself at the moment or not....but I know that it's true from past experience. Recently, it crossed my mind that yes, separation and concealment are painful....yes, love can be the best and the worst thing to happen all at the same time....and yes, real progress can be completely shut down. BUT, something is still there holding us together, holding our body against our soul. We are not left out high and dry....there's a will and direction that we miss by focusing on the pain of the present and very short-sighted future - and that will, that orchestrating force, is none other than the One who created and sustains all things! He made each and every one of us special and has a special plan for His children, a plan to prosper them and not to harm them; a plan to give us a future and a hope! There is hope even in those times when all feels lost and like nothing - and that hope comes from His good and perfect plan.
Keep that in mind while reading, if you so desire to scroll down and peruse the material below, Love's Time. Thanks :-)

Have a wonderful day!

~ Jon ~

Love's Time

The dark long path of shrouded mystery,
Cool wind blows across that road by the sea,
That path I trod, my feet heavy, one night,
But distance revealed a flickering light…

From walking too fast, Love’s Time restrained me.

The light drew so close I saw its warm glow,
Soft light embraced me, for from love light does flow,
Her piercing warm rain flowed over my soul,
It flooded the darkness and filled my heart’s hole…

But the winds of Love’s Time still promptingly blow.

Enraptured in glory I had to move on,
Love’s Time pushed me back into the temporal con,
I tripped and fell, but glanced back at you, my star,
You stood free and alone in fields, afar…

Still my love fades not, but Love’s Time rules Maeron.

And the sun shines down on her long lonely face,
She watches the clouds and dreams of his embrace,
She wonders the years and how long life will take,
When one heart, from pieces, they’ll finally make...

Waiting till Love’s Time finds its lost place.


Surrounded by fields of glor’yus appeals,
With weary hands her tear-stained face she feels,
Heart’s longing for him she feels every moment,
Sep’ration for now is true love’s component…

One day Love’s Time will make their love-dreams real.

In the dark of Maeron, he still remains,
His love ever growing and never in vain,
So she too longs for that day of pure joy,
When she’ll whisper love to the man, once a boy…

…when Love’s Time dries their tears that flow like rain.

For now all they see is the moon and its light,
With words on his paper he tries to do right,
While she lies in the fields lovingly watching,
The moon they both see, their love it now reflects…

And Love’s Time is smiling, the end-wait’s in sight….