Morn of Sarcastic Mourners

Today was a special day in my life. Not because of anything externally seen, but simply an inward calm and peace. When I woke up this morning, I remembered my dream. In this dream was a man who occasionally appears and at random has proved a great source of distress, but not anymore. He was simply there - just a man, no intended harm, no kindly outreach either - but just there. Since I have seen the face of the Lord I have prayed for this distress to leave me once and for all. I had forgotten about those prayers until today.

God is faithful.

I now have the peace to move on from this distress, finally and completely. To move on to greater plans.

Before I was out the door to work, the first attack came in the form of unthoughtful words crafted to tear down my outward appearance - but my spirit was content and not willing to hear such things - the power of the Holy Spirit. The second attack came on a phone line not 10 minutes later, it was rebuke - knocking on my door. Rebuke hiding behind a sheet of fear, fear which calls itself love. It is not love, it is fear - do not mistake it!

And the battle stopped. What peace, what peace. Only blessings and fellowship from then on. The One Who protects and provides for the spirit never fails. Amen! Lord, work in the lives of those aching for You.

When might the people of our family in humanity,

Instead of using choice sarcasm for piercing and degradation,

Hold the tongue and fight the words of death?

Those words which blacken the heart and cast a veil of locusts over hope –

They come from a place of self-loathing, guilt,

A land called “The Loss of All Meaning.”

Lift up! The hearts of the people are in need and will soon perish.

Tear away the shadows from our eyes, oh God.

When parent rebukes child for a gaze casted upon love,

When elders shower youth with trivial idols and poisonous thoughts,

When the root of the heart desires to strangle the spirits of the people,

Ask, ask – in whom is sustenance exposed?

The foundations yield shifty paths for the foot,

We cannot walk here, please, we cannot walk here.

The sympathies of the masses do not appropriate wisdom nor humility.

Within the institution of family, the mind quivers until it goes numb.

All that was ever important, hidden in the heart of the people.

All this time, hidden in the heart of the people.

I come before Him tonight with sadness and gladness.

I realize now what a tender time that was – with the light shining in.

Thank You for loving Your people richly, truthfully, boldly.

You set apart what has rotted black – it leans against Your blinding beauty,

So that the contrast may be well seen.

You calm the anxious waters within the mind.

You calm the shuddering hands and give rest to each soul.

You are faithful in prayer. Lift up! The heart is turned toward the sun.

When I awake, my worries have melted away –

The Sender of messages to the sleeper.

What peace You gift the sinful human.

Since long ago the impatience stirs, forgetting the possibility of peace.

My spirit lies shredded and ripped, left as nothing,

Under great goodness and mercy.

If all I have is You, I have everything.

You grant knowledge with both heart and mind.

Enabling minds, understanding what is true and what is false.

Made with the joy of a child – humility full as the ocean.

Eyes crowded with tears, it is true, just knowing You.