God Theory ~ SM

What if I told you, you are God?
That the words in our holy books bear
common themes and threads because
we
heard the same message
in different languages and our
interpretations gave birth to the “stories” we study today?

Really, what if I told you God was you?
That giving in His house simply means
releasing your flesh from physical dependencies
thus strengthening your spirit man
– your Holy Spirit,
to put out energy into the world that
compels the energies around you to sync with you for your good?

I mean, what if I told you Jesus Christ was you
and you simply needed to believe
that you killed your physical self
and its need for material needs
and in doing so you were reborn
to meet your inner God
in a purity that transcends the things of this earth?

If I told you all this was true,
would you hold yourself in vain above others
or swell with pride at the understanding of the power you wield?
Would you forget the next person was God too?

It’s easier to tell you that God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit are separate from you.
Yet I would rather tell you, all three are you.

(c)2019 WordsBySM

Raising The Bar ~ SM

When the goal seems further than you can see
When night drops its curtain at your window sill
When the crickets chirp in the distance signaling the silence all about
When you think it’s over
When you think it’s done

That’s when you start afresh with the sun on your mind
That’s when you light up candles, watch them wane through the night
That’s when you kick up two feet and lock both knees
That’s when you howl and scream through your teeth
That’s when you stand up and fight

And when you do you’ll find this truth
That it was inside you long before you knew you
Buried deep underneath years of tangled messy dreams
Yet still apt to burn hotter than the hells you’ve seen

It’s almost over, you must believe this to be true
Dig inside and it will seep through
And when it does don’t move the bar just yet
Take a minute to do a crazy dance first
Shout it out loud, “I’m reaching for my best”

Now, move it again.

~ SM

Poem: “Letter To Time” ~ SM

Dear Ram-shackled barn,
Your fear of the thunder storm must run deep
It came and rapped at your shutters
And yet you held firm till it passed
Still, you stood

A month went by and you believed the worst had passed
But clouds gathered and with them your fear grew
Darker it became as the hour drew near
Each floor board pressed down hard, nails dug deeper
Your shingles rattled slightly at the first gust of wind
And again your shutters were distressed when the pellets dropped

How do you stand?
Why do you continue?
This must not be easy.
The pain must cut deep when a board is broken
And you must mourn the loss of your once beautifully crafted porch
Bow out while your wood still has a hint of varnish left
For what is coming far outweighs what you have known
Choose a careful dismantling over reckless destruction
Please…

Sincerely,
Time.

Dear Time,
I know how you must feel considering all you know,
You think I should let go and allow myself to be taken down
Trust me, I will do no such thing. I am not as weak as I look
I have sound answers to your questions
Listen carefully…

My foundation goes deeper into the ground than you can ever imagine
Not even the strongest winds will uproot me from this spot where I stand
I admit when the storms come, I do hunker down in fear
Hoping my end is not near
And then I remember the foundation on which I stand.
He won’t let me go. He won’t let me be flung away from His hold.
He is how I stand.

Why do I continue?
Well, it’s simple…
You have visited the ruins in Greece have you not?
You know of their former glory and of the trials they stood
Yet you know how long they will be stared at in awe of their majesty

A good story cannot be told unless a bad one has been known
Let the storms come and reshape me
Let the rain and the sun repaint me
My only real fear is that I will be “carefully dismantled”
For “reckless destruction” will never come
Only continuous molding, reshaping and repainting till my day of glory comes

Faithfully,
Ram-shackled Barn.