Moses discovered it.
I am discovering it.
The cost of obeying the call.
Of leaving all behind to follow.
Taking a stand for the Truth
can come at a high price.
Loss of riches.
Loss of identity.
Loss of reputation.
Loss of familiarity.
Loss of home.
Loss.
Of all I've known.

The price of freedom.
The freedom that comes
from following Him.
Is full of losses to grieve.
But what I gain.
Is so much more.
Eternal treasures.
Beyond compare.
A deeper knowledge
of His great love for me.
Discovering my new identity.
My eternal destiny.
Discovering why He chose
to lay hold of me.
Freedom in Christ.
Beauty for ashes.
Joy in His Presence.
Glory!
Glory!
Glory!
Which can never be stolen from me.
If this is the price of freedom.
I say...
Amen!
For everything else is loss.
Compared to knowing Him.
Gaining Jesus.
Who is my Life.
And whose Love is better
than life itself.
This.
Is the price.
Of Freedom.

Turquoise toes
carefree as a feather
a drop of sweat
in humid weather.
splash!
Freezing grape tongue
worriless days
summer fun.

A woman lamenting the death of her child is a tragedy, a bride dancing at her wedding is joy. A mother giving birth is both at the same time. Life does not imitate art, life is art. Each picture is a moment of humanity. Each story needs to be told. To write another persons story is to speak volumes of the world outside of your own sphere of control. Without poetry, philosophy or stories written, we would lose our history and not know where we came from, who we are or what we can become.

The ground is brown and dusty as a dark skinned maiden dances in her bare foot wrapped in her colorful robes. Her song reverberates through the air joined in chorus of harmony with others who celebrate her happiness. A child with a small nose and Sea Blue eyes attempts to stand for the first time then falls down and giggles out loud. The music of the laughter causes an eruption of joy from all who see it. A Willow tree blows in the breeze, it's branches whip and snap as two young lovers chase each other around it. Their exuberance for one another fills the air, as the dark haired girl with a crown of white flowers in her hair is chased by her blonde haired lover who's Green eyes shine like two jewels at the thought of holding her hand. Such are the images that words can paint, a picture of what I have seen.

When you see an old woman stranded with a flat and you change it for her and ask nothing in return. When you take food to a neighbor who is down on their luck and leave it without a note. When you just sit and listen to someone's problems and do not say a word. When you give a few dollars that you can spare to a cause just because it feels right. When you think of the welfare of another with no thought for yourself. When an innocent man dies for all of humanity, with no one to help him out. These are some of the things that are God's love.

The Moon Man sat
Upon a branch
Fat and jolly
Strong and staunch
Just sat there
Broke out his lunch
Put his banjo
On his haunch...

Began to strum
A happy tune
I asked my favorite,
"Clair de Lune"
He said he'd play it
And we'd spoon
It's gonna be
So HOT in June
The heat is comin'
Comin' soon...

He rested there
upon that limb
The cats played sax
Upon a whim
They were right
In tune with him
The Star-fish
Began to swim!

The Moon Man played
The crickets sang
Through the night
The music rang!
We had such fun!
The drums would bang
The tympany
Made beat and clang...

Then he got up
His full height
He made his exit
To the right
Flew off that branch
Into the night
now the fireflies
Hold his light!


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