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Falling From Great Heights
When we fall, we think that we have come from some great heights. If we look more closely, we’ve merely been shed of what was an unsustainable moment in time. We cannot push to make good things last forever. Sometimes all we really need to do is let go, let God, and move on toContinue reading “Falling From Great Heights”
Taking Your Breath Away
Stunned. Taken Back. Where there is pain, Washed Away. Where there is sorrow, tears tenderly wiped away. Unfathomable Your Love. Mystery in Your Grace. Hope in Your visible Glory. Faith in our own unknowable future.
A Breath of Fresh Air
Sit Back for a Moment, Breath… Stare into the beauty, Stare into the intentionality. This is same heart you were made with This is the same substance you were designed with This is the love you were made for This is the life you deserve.
Inexplicable
Inexplicable, Some things you just stare at, You love and have no logic for why.
Through the Looking Glass
What do you see? It’s not very clear It appears to be clear waters But maybe also a raging sea! The future remains unknown Our perspective but a dimly lit mirror Through the blurred looking glass I see On faith, yes faith I stand.
The Multitude
Where is the Goodness? Where is the Hope? I look all around. Where has it gone? I see it in the multitude of flowers I see it in the quiet waters But in man, I see chaos and disfunction So I choose the flowers and quiet waters.
Reach for the Sky
Can you hear me down here below? You’re so high! How can I possibly reach into the sky? It’s a bit dark and lonely down here, you know? Wouldn’t a heavenly place be more fit? No danger, no fear, nor any tears. Awaiting the day, My Dear. Praying that I don’t sink in fear; Believe,Continue reading “Reach for the Sky”
A Will and A Way
Did you think I forgot about you? How could I truly forget? You think of yourself as so minor Do you not know who you really are? You are the child of Most High You dominate the mountains You raise the valleys at your will You bring justice down on the unrighteous. Do you questionContinue reading “A Will and A Way”
A Clear Conscience
I can’t quite believe Be it luck or be it fortune No matter how it begins It always ends the same. Ethics wins out over any profit There is no gain in a corrupted conscience Pure art is healing for the soul As anointing with oil for a cause.
Ryan Bowser 