This is how I, feel in serving the Almighty God...and applying this scripture " gave to caeser the things of and God the things of. It's very thin-line like walking on water for a human-being.
I have become consumed with the reality that we are human shields between to two highly organized opposing tents, in which we are used in the advancement of hidden agendas. we have at times little insight into its source or operations. It's beyond the average human understanding, it is spiritual and physical. We’re stretched like a human rubber-band to the point of exhaustion, we know so little yet find a way out every day of our daily twist and turns. It's indiscriminate, it has no eyes or logic, it is blind, we’re encouraged to carry on in the faith.
Faith has its limits, so death becomes the logical option...as a death roll recipient, it is the most viable battle cry. As I peer into the unseen, the drama...above the average, a grotesques portrait is magically revealed like a master's paint brush... canvas its timely piece. I reach out for something to save me from this selective service, I question how do I carry this out- of- body challenges...spiritual, physical consumed by its indiscriminate blindness.
Again and again, the human suffering, the news of the helpless, the rubber-band stretches and stretches to the point it breaks countless...the unaware! Like the leaves driven and tossed by the winds of change into relevant places...the mothers, fathers, the little, the young, the unborn and so death.
The relief so long anticipated, the challenges never to metastasize, the selective service for which we became a call of duty to decipher the higher revelations.
Is it real ? Just like the pain that actuates me to pen these words of truth, I feel vexed and young, eternalized in my father's heart, defying and humble, my time is approaching, can the space allotted be extended until one totally consumes me !
Remember the pains of labor, all the pain equates to the joyous harmony of everlasting attachments between the two opposing forces. It's not the time, but that moment spent nourishing the energy whether positive or negative...one is being discovered. Don't see time...seize the opportunity !
By: Raphael G
1/19/17
Faith has its limits, so death becomes the logical option...as a death roll recipient, it is the most viable battle cry. As I peer into the unseen, the drama...above the average, a grotesques portrait is magically revealed like a master's paint brush... canvas its timely piece. I reach out for something to save me from this selective service, I question how do I carry this out- of- body challenges...spiritual, physical consumed by its indiscriminate blindness.
Again and again, the human suffering, the news of the helpless, the rubber-band stretches and stretches to the point it breaks countless...the unaware! Like the leaves driven and tossed by the winds of change into relevant places...the mothers, fathers, the little, the young, the unborn and so death.
The relief so long anticipated, the challenges never to metastasize, the selective service for which we became a call of duty to decipher the higher revelations.
Is it real ? Just like the pain that actuates me to pen these words of truth, I feel vexed and young, eternalized in my father's heart, defying and humble, my time is approaching, can the space allotted be extended until one totally consumes me !
Remember the pains of labor, all the pain equates to the joyous harmony of everlasting attachments between the two opposing forces. It's not the time, but that moment spent nourishing the energy whether positive or negative...one is being discovered. Don't see time...seize the opportunity !
By: Raphael G
1/19/17
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