Turn The Page

Filaments wane
Rationing the light
Through the dimness I can see
A page tattered with time
Smeared with regret
Drenched with guilt
weathered with tears
no room left to write

The capacity exceeded
Too much blood has been shed
The ink well now depleted
Events the fibers have absorbed
Broken attempts have transpired
Adding to the disarray
The page once held a story
Now only contains decay

A gracious hand reaches across
Traversing the aftermath
Of erroneous wars now lost at sea
Quietly whispering a chance revival
The left now right
He firmly grasp
Right back to a nothing left
Split the vast open

A blank of now
An empty sea which vessels embark
The raw clay of unsoiled ground
Calling for rebirth while groaning for growth
Dissatisfied with the black and white of ink wasted
To turn the page
Does hope a worthless service
Unless the new is fertile with activity

A page turned
Yields disappointment
Without the procreation of beauty
The pen must touch the paper once more
Dancing to mature choreography
Hating the violence of misguided strokes
Let love the atoning eraser
Kiss the womb of honesty

May My heart bleed contrition that is healthy to inspire the yearning for new life. An abundant life that seeks more peace, more beauty, more harmony with oneself and with all yet keeps stagnant contentment at a safe distance. The God of centuries back is large enough to not waste the events of life regardless of valence. The sea of love is deep enough to dive head first in or to jump from the mountain tops of complacency and despair into.

This is the turning of a page, a call to draw upon the wisdom imparted to me from before my first breath. For redemption to not just bring back but to bring life.

Death to the Godless hymnal that lulls the Spirit while tranquilizing a religious community. Crush the twisting of God's revelation to a willful act of mind control and man-centered compliance gaining. Silence the tongues that lap up currency with rhetoric aimed at undermining the precious gift for which Christ died and only manufacture Biblically illiterate heretics.

The vice of current religion trends appears to alienate and debase man. Man is urged to simply survive rather than sacrifice. To be an animal rather than a Christ. To regress pursuing lusts and stimulants.

This is hell. This is what God warned of -this is the unquenchable fire. It is the present marred page that is unquenchable. I have seen this in my life. I have lived this. Turn the page and take out the pen. Spirit write, revive, renew.