I'm too far gone
for even the angels
to save.

Your eyes laugh
     as loud as
           Your love,
                                                           ­        So I can't
                                                           ­              hear anything
                                                        ­                        else.
                                   ­                                                                 ­ I'm deaf.

Your whispers overcome
     screaming colours, slogans, labels.
                                                         ­             
                                                   ­                 Worthless, hopeless,
                                                       ­                   impossible, hurting,
                                                        ­                        fallen, broken.

"Courage, dear heart",
       You only ever expected me.

                                    

                    ­                Everything beautiful I ever saw,
                               *was preparation for the beauty of You.

Man asks questions
Therefore he thinks that he exists

No other animal asks questions
Therefore they do not exist

Existence is the question
That no one has the answer to .

God gave us the ability to ask questions
Let's not question our ability to answer too .

when darkness falls upon my death
this heart is reaped
head laid to rest
do not weep
nor steep regret
you mustn't grieve a hollow chest

the calling of a soul to shed
all mortal sheaths
and specious breath
divinely deemed
a doom beset
by shadows of a hollow chest

as darkness breathes within our breast
our spirit clings
to walls of death
envisioning
a light bereft
imprisoned by a hollow chest

there's a certain song that's wept
within the halls
of sacrament
grief begone
and faith beget
freedom from a hollow chest

© Jason Cole

If I could paint you a picture of what you do for me,
Millions of miles away,
It'd be you on a mountain top standing so clean as a King
At the bottom of that mountain,
Crawling through mud and rock,
Scraped and bruised all over trying to get to the top,
To reveal my mangled and broken soul

But..

With every broken nail and pull up, another scar fades...

Yes, we have been discharged from The Law,
but we’re not freed from our responsibility;
as Children of Almighty God, we acknowledge
the duties of our spiritual accountability.

We’re to be obedient to the Spirit’s prompts
and not blindly to a codicil of written rules;
the framework of Godly principles assists us,
when circumstances of Life suddenly turn cruel.

The underlying difference is when perspective
changes from a slave to one of His servants;
with a proper mindset and divine viewpoint,
we become… the embodiment of His new covenant.

Are we just disregarding the old regulations
or are we redefining them by Love’s Salvation?
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Rom 7:6

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

O Lord, please let Your Light shine,
-in and through me- hot and brightly;
my Life is Yours and I don’t mind

following Your divine directives;
with The Word, I hope to wick away
Wisdom for a disciplined perspective.

I’ve embraced the idea of transparency,
where my lifestyle is straight, tapered
and upright- with genuine integrity.

Disperse the World’s ongoing darkness,
that seeks to envelop my existence,
with a vibrant flame of Your holiness.

With Your assistance, I will handle
any and everything that comes my way,
while I’m blazing… as a human candle.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Psa 18:28; 1 John 1:5-7; Prov 20:27

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

There’s no escape,
from my pain, trouble and sorrows;
yet I’m not concerned about them,
for You Lord, await me in tomorrow.

There’s no escape,
for You my Lord, are everywhere,
knowing Your omnipresent trait;
with You, my life, I gladly share.

There’s no escape,
for You have searched the depths
of my being, soul, existence
and my inward, spiritual breadth.

There’s no escape,
for You can see me in the darkness,
as though I was in sunny daylight;
keep me far from evil wickedness.

There’s no escape
and I have no desire to flee;
wherever I go, You’re there;
so I could never be… an escapee.
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Author Note

Inspired by:
Psa 139

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.