The Mission of The Heart,

Linking with Poetry Jam

"Just as no one can be forced into belief, so no one can be forced into unbelief."

~ Sigmund Freud

Rooted in the heart of every man is a barren place that yearns to be filled,

and like the belly of a hungry child, it cries out for something more.

It is a longing that knows no limitations of culture nor walk of life,

for from the beginning of time, man has searched for a being to worship and adore.

Every religious belief of the Egyptions to the modern day Buddhist and Christian,

is an exhibit of this inherent need.

We were destined to seek and then to find

something greater than ourselves in this life.

This weeks Poetry Jam prompt is another point of view (strange gods).  We are supposed to capture the point of view of what God is or is not through another's eyes.  I decided to focus on the idea of the need for God that all mankind has conveyed throughout the centuries.  We may have diverse beliefs, but one thing remains the same; we all need the guidance of a loving and mighty God.

A Moment For Reflection

"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Poets United Think Tank #74 Winter

Nature has a way of knowing when it is time to rest and renew. 
Growth will come when the time is right.
When I think of winter it reminds me of a pause in life.
A time of rest and reflection.
A way of being that mankind just does not know how to do.

 

What The Trees Know

Magpie #35

The trees know a certain unity that we do not understand.

They face what the wind blows in, and together they shall stand.

When autumn's wind reaches out to them her subtle hand,

the leaves turn hue and fall and still together they do land.

The forest knows a certain hope that lingers in winter's cold.

It is the certainty of spring when new leaves will all unfold.

Yet, in the swelter of summer, at the hand of man alone,

a flicker becomes a flame and takes back what nature has bestowed.

Still, trees know a certain peace that man cannot recall.

For united they will stand, and still together they will fall.

I have always believed that nature has her own sweet knowing that mankind has not quite grasped.  All of creation thrives and co-exists like an elegant dance to a beautiful song.  It is God's other textbook to teach us how to live, yet we take it for granted, awkwardly disregarding the steps.  If we would only take time to listen to the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, it is then that we could hear God's voice, and we to could learn the dance.

 

The Colliding of Two Worlds

One Shot Wednesday

Man rushes down narrow freeways with common destinations yet diverse dreams

not always aware of the hidden eyes that may reflect from his high beams

the doe enters the clearing and steps onto pavement full of grace

ignorant of the dangers that she may soon face

our worlds like boxes in a closet set together yet worlds apart

they intersect and collide briefly but they both leave a lasting mark.

The Builders

Mag #23

Mankind seeks shelter from all of life's storms

so brick by brick he gathers builds and forms

constructing walls that are architecturally sound

that no elements would dare tear down

but at man's hands there are things unseen

his plans can parch and crumble like dry leaves

for faulty parts neglect and loose wires

can create a spark and then build a fire

tearing down all that man once built up

leaving only remnants of hope in the dust

but man's imperfections have an ideal plan

for no force can abolish the resilience of man.

Magpie Tales a great site for writers. 

Reflections From The Water

The follower is like a leaking faucet that just keeps dripping and dripping until someone comes along and turns off the valve.

The fool is like a puddle in a busy pathway that gets stepped in time and time again.

The dreamer is a like a arctic glacier that lives in constant longing for a spring that it has never known.

The hero is like a high flowing fountain that's fervent spray touches all who come near.

The leader is like the tide that has the power to pull the waves in and send them back out again.

For all mankind is like a thousand differently wound rivers, yet each one is reaching toward the same ocean.