Monday, November 20, 2017

Pantomiming as a Film Extra








                Pantomiming as a Film Extra

I recently applied to be an extra on a TV series, and I was called. The show was set in the American Colonial period. I was cast as a well-to-do English gent, sitting at a cozy table in a small Tavern with three other folks. None of us had previously met. Our job, along with a room full of other extras, was to silently pantomime a conversation, providing the visual background for the principal actors. So there we were, eye to eye, reading each other’s faces, reacting, interacting. Acting. Then after the "Cut!" command from the director, we could all relax and have a laugh or two, quietly, until we heard "Rolling! Background!" At which time we'd start again; and again, and again. Then when we heard, "That's a wrap!" it was time to go home, possibly never to see each other again. Other than our names, we hadn't exchanged anything meaningful. Or had we? I miss them.

There may be someone out there, that will cross your path, that needs to hear your words of hope. But first, they need you, just you, a Christ filled, warm blooded human being. They are a lost child.

Matthew 10:42 KJV

"And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward."


Waiting for the Storm to Pass




Waiting for the Storm to Pass

Waiting
For the storm to pass
Trusting
In quietness

Such is the way
Of the troubled mind
It’s simply
A matter of time

Out of gear, disengaged
The ignition switch is off
Yet overheated
The psyche motor still runs

Sputtering, Popping
Knocking
Smoking
Eventually the motor will die

Like the summer thunderstorm
Dark
Cloudy
No end in sight

Then giving way
To cool clean air
And clear
Open blue skies


Friday, November 17, 2017

The Flow The Blood The Nazarene



The Flow  The Blood  The Nazarene

Hidden quiet, striking
As though timed to kill
Venom subtly injected
I’ve wounded the honest open heart of a friend

Cruelty revealed
That venomous serpent
Hidden in winding tangles
Woven throughout a hardened core

But its my healing
Transpiring now
The viper is revealed
Cruelty's cycle is ceased

Pain shared in forgiveness
The flow of precious life
Beating from heart to unburdened heart
Alive, in the smiling eyes of a knowing friend

This is all sounding familiar now
The flow
The blood

The Nazarene


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Jesus Likes You





Jesus Likes You

There may be other folks out there like me, who know that Jesus loves them, but don't fully grasp the fact that he also likes them.


He wants to spend time with you, and help you grow. He enjoys being around you. He wants to be close to you. He likes you, here and now, and wants to stand with you, as your friend.


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My Peaceful Journey Home




My Peaceful Journey Home

I cling to my perceptions
But where will they be?
These pictures I see
When other truth enters my lonely soul?

Truth from beyond
A place I can’t see
Beyond my reach
Beyond my desperate grasp

I so long
To open my door
The door
Of my empty weeping soul

But the hidden pain
Too much to bare
I shall not
Acknowledge is there

But gentle
Is love, from the Devine
Taking the blind hand
Of the broken

Step at a time
In patient trust I’ll walk
On this
My peaceful journey home


Friday, November 10, 2017

At Home in The Dark



At Home in The Dark

I am at home in darkness, oh God
Yet you, are my light
No mystery escapes you
No evil, eludes in the night

But it seems that rather
Truth
Light
Is what occurs within

When I simply trust you
Along this perpetual journey
Hills, valleys, night, day
Desert leads to oasis along this way

Ever present
Are you
Above, throughout
And inside you reside

Lighting my darkness
Dispelling preposterous pride
As by simple faith
I trust, at your side


Sunday, November 5, 2017

Light Speed




Light Speed

A gift from God truly
Is an open mind
To catch a glimpse of Einstein’s theory
Relative space and time

A scary proposition
Are these things unknown
Unless safe in the hand of the Maker
A cup of tea by the fire

Hurtling through space and time
Are we as we sit
Gazing into crackling embers
We can’t navigate, even one wit

We can only trust
In that which we don’t see
Trusting the master
In this flight through eternity

Yes we’re safe and sound
All is in control
Out of our hands
We simply must surrender

Trusting like children
Giving up our need
To ourselves make creation
Always perfectly rhyme

Making room for mystery
For that which we know
Would fit on a pin head
On an island far away


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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

An Old Man’s Prayer




An Old Man’s Prayer

So where am I now?
And where have I been
I have strayed
Over the decades, on the way

I can see the kingdom
The freedom I knew in youth
But now a rigid remnant shell
Skeletal remains of love that has passed

Law is where I live now
Unable to give
Of the life
That left me long ago

Show me Oh God, how to love again
Open my scaled, vailed eyes
Free me from this shadow
This sleep

Shake me from my foundation
This ship sunken in dark watery grave
Deep in bitter sediment
Of hope deferred

Turn me around
To see you again
In timeless splendor
Alive

In the glory of the unreachable
Gifted
To me
With those you have chosen

I’ll not give up, Oh God
I’ll not bow my head
Weeping in sorrow
Over that which is not lost

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