Samstag

Simplified // Inflamed

SIMPLIFIED

Knots, turns, groans--deathly moans; complexity has a hold.
Hope, peace, joy reign in heart and mind of the simple as it's told.
Life, days, moments, hours--so many thoughts to think.
Simplicity veiled in a complex uniform of ugly control.
Mind over the matter, thoughts thrown as knives and daggers shatter complexity
Cycle is broken--breathe.


INFLAMED

Unrestrained heat surges--engulfs--the corridors of simple minds.
Innocent bones glazed--grasped--by inward fists.
Twisting tighter and tighter till feelings feel nothing.
Pills dull--dumb-down--intelligent agent of the enemy,
yet some sourly remain.
Peace.
Joints fluidly glide back to original intention.
The simple mind intakes, digests inflamed thoughts.

Uprising

As I have experienced times of pain, confusion, and times of natural and spiritual hungering over the past year, God has been with me through each event. I find it humorous how we as humans--especially Christians and those who have a relationship with God--think we know what is always best for ourselves. Being a Christian myself, I understand God created me for a distinct purpose. He already knows the ins and outs of my journey. That is quite amazing to me.
Recently, though, my relationship with God has felt routine. ( *ROUTINE= a regular course of procedure // Merriam Webster )

Times of refreshing are coming... He is close at hand, not some distant, mute, manmade idol.

Those who know God as God are rising up all over the earth...

Flax Loaf

Yes, that's right, friends. FLAX LOAF. I highly suggest everyone make a loaf for themselves. This is good stuff.
Ciao.