Motherly Rescued

Motherly rescued

There is a time when man looses hope and inspiration, he finds very little comfort in his surroundings,

He somehow manages to stay afloat in the environment in which he chooses to reside.

Life to him is not so important as he ponders the effects of death, man goes and carry on his relentless pursue in finding meaning to his life,

He encounters beauty in the world where the earth is constantly being destroyed of God's purpose's, and still memories rekindle his vision about where to start again in the journey for honor, respect, loyalty, horsemanship.

Man have a sense of awareness, he knows about all things and spirituality is his greatest call, he rekindles and reaffirm...himself because of his adversaries have torn away his last strong hold, but yet his spirit is uplifted from others whom he see's as himself.

There is a cry louder than heaven it reaches God's throne, God is a just God, he hears our whispers also our thoughts, nothing goes unnoticed in the web He wove.

If man calls on God, he must not fear life or death, these two go hand to hand with his purpose.

Night follows day and day follows night a paradox, filled with meaning and disguise.

If we man or women call on Him, it will require a great sacrifice from those whom call on him. Some day ones faith will save him or challenge his or her devotion. 

 

Life is a privilege it holds many wonders, surprises, intrigues, fascinations, and a world of untold riches of spiritual gifts, eternity and God's blessings so as to marvel at his creation.

A man is God's image, women are an extension of God's tender side of compassion, I wish God was my mother to really understand my greatest want! 

 

Someday a door will open and many will be called, I hope to find the true warriors at the other side. 

 

Someday a call will empower me to venture forth as a spiritual warrior for God Almighty. Man for now yearn to find hope and inspiration to move hand and hand with God's choir.

Rafael G Gonzalez

 

Sept.97 

 

 

Published on

3/3/17 12:30 AM

Reflections

DAYS FOR REJOICE AND WEEPING

The nomads rejoice when they see newly land,

The elder widow rejoice when she sees newly weds,

The new born cries because of future sorrow,

The peasant rejoice when he sees the rainy season,

The married couple are sad, because her sterile womb can't

produce,

The criminal is guilty of a crime he doesn't understand,

Low in spirit is the heart breaker for he has lost his touch.

The poor and the rich have embarked in a race, they both will greet in the end.

The days are long, the nights are short, life passes by and so does our dreams.

There are times, things we most hope on, comes and crushes the expectation of what could have been but isn't.

I look around to comprehend the seasons, each one brings a message, even the wind tells about the future.

I stared at the birds, to listen to their interpretations, they cry and weep, rejoice and reflect of what brings the next day.

At times what causes us to be or not to be, depends on how much thought you gave to the matter.

Give a day to reason, give a day to understanding, give a

day to patience, give a day to happiness, give a day to love, give a day to peace, and a day to rest,

so you may see the pain of labor, and the sorrow of ruins.

Sometimes I'm viewed as cruel, tasteless, cold, mechanical, misplaced, but inside of me, outflows of tears overcome me, because of what has become of this world.

BY: Raphael G

Spring of 94

 

Published on

2/20/17 1:30 PM

Sacred journey

 

 The emotional mask or veil of the pass is slowly being removed and the new you, forming the trust through that new awakening.

You acquiesce no trials or pressures, just a call that keeps the engine running and the fine tuning like a distress call, that your vibrating at a different level.

your not running from pass fears or moments that triggers upsetting response, the focus shifts and there are new chapters in blank pages to fill.

seek the moments and test the arrangements without words for cause, what ever is in the air that is worth engaging, make use of all knowledge gained and summons the highest power that which seeks and shapes that new path.

How many times do we break and how many times do we mend ? 

Life is like stitching and knitting...but we never give up on the call. As a filament that traverse in our holy path in the sacred journey of what is Divine, something will shake our deepest reserve that we are not alone. 

turn to Almighty God and see how troubled the enemy becomes ! 

give generously from your acquired gains, and the reserves that sat stock-piled for the moments to transition into that self assured purposeful call.

in the stillness, quietness, calmness ever enduring and patient, we give back to our Divine host all that which is rightfully his own.

in this order all that is sacredly guided to the highest power cries out Almighty God (YHWH) take me home...take me home.

Hebrews chapter 11 a resurrection awaits all those of faith, who defeated death, and their temporary absence had no authority over their eternal presences. As they await a promise to return from their resting place. In the hands of Almighty God their soul's recalled to memory and their works honored.

I wish we could one-day meet those challenges,

 Rafael G Gonzalez 

Published on

5/11/25 8:45 PM