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Category Archives: God’s creation


The Second Law of Thermodynamics
says all things fade and diminish.
Only does Christ say, “I make all things new”,
as eternal life is brought forth, replenished.

That God enabled this life to begin,
to grow and nurture; He will end this.
That the fruits I have gained,
seeds I have sown, by His grace I will reap at the finish.

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They say beauty “is in the eye of the beholder.”
No, I say, beauty is in the eye of our Creator.
It is not subjective, but is in His perspective,
fashioned from the omniscient hands of our Maker.

This reflective, tarnished image,
autumn strands, and fields of phenomenal array.
The complex luster, skin of awe-inspiring visage,
the silken lines, provocative, winding streams they partake.

The subtleness, the benevolence of substantial form,
implementation of God’s handiwork, and beautifully assumed.
The navigation, the elusiveness of the way it conforms,
the gracefulness of the body, what this woman can do.

The uniqueness, the amazing creation of oneness,
the shapeliness, and the exquisiteness of true beauty.
From the crown to the heel, the fascination of elegance,
comparable to an angelic mold;
Why is it her eyes besiege her?

Love’s tenacity can crush a diamond,
but can cradle the most fragile creature.
The strands of old scars fade slowly,
renewal brought forth by a beautiful weaver.

This endless spectrum of emotions,
from passion above all desire.
From infatuated fervor to hateful isolation,
this delicacy, this abhorrent, Love’s fire.

As you whispered, “Forgive them Father,
they know not what they do.”
This agony, tearing of my heart,
this unimaginable truth.

Unbearable, insufferable, and horrific pain
taken for a miscreant’s expense.
Passage of time and men, this still clings to my
heart after generations of lights have been spent.

Forgive me, forgive me Father as this scourge
remains fixed to my hand.
To be sightless, ignorant of the Savior,
this hammer I wield at the Son of man.

Driving, striking, pushing these irons
through the carapace of God’s mortality.
Lifting, up heaving this tree of damnation,
the motionless gaze of your body’s frailty.

Gasping, moments of breath from heaven,
I peer at the crown of exaltation.
Your last, your precious last draw of life
I grapple the lance, thrusting conformation.

By my hands…

We are all guilty of His death. Only God could go through this and still offer us eternity.”