Looking for the Eucatastrophe

Uncertainty stands as all that is certain, A play performed in cruel jest. Characters wait behind a dingy curtain, Evoking discord in my chest. Subtle whispers betray the lights, Starting lies and endless nights. What of God’s Love? Is that so insecure too? Coming from above, Can it stand to be true? Blind faith makes all that has come to pass assured, Selling thought to ease the pain. Insecurities abound though I’m cured, Standing in the darkened rain. Passively awaiting my fate, Praying that it is not too late. What of Justice? Is that so insecure too? I must fight this, It cannot be untrue. Freedom comes on the edge of a deadly knife, Refusing the death of light. Struck either way, in this whirl-wind known as life, Trembling at the night. Facing unavoidable death, Uncertain, I still surrender breath. What of a Hope? Is that so insecure too? A sharp slick slope, Will I ever be new? What comes at the end of the line? That is what will come to define. The visions of the end of st...

Meaningless! Everything bides its time! Meaningless! What is this terrible crime? Evil or righteous, Both will still die. All is contemptuous, Feel tears that we cry. Broken and battered, Our lives will lie shattered. Is happiness naught but a lie? Meaningless! Chasing after the wind! Meaningless! The darkness has grinned! Perseverance or pleasure, Both will still rot. Contemplations and treasure, Both come to naught. Shattered and torn, We bear a horrible thorn. Decay is at its terrible leisure. Meaningless! Standing all alone! Meaningless! Living as one’s own! Labor and toil, Merely chase the wind. Within the mortal coil, Pain and grief grinned. Sleep has no peace, Cares do not cease. Man returns to the soil. Meaningless! Enough never exists! Meaningless! Joy constantly resists! Riches come to harm, And steal joy relentlessly. Wealth has no charm, And deprive sleep incessantly. Appetites never satisfied, Unto the day man died. Abundance simply awaits alarm. Meaningless! All t...

I ponder the stones and wonder at their names. There is a chill in my bones as memory plays games. So many lay still beneath the earthy sky, lining hill after hill so calmly they die. I look at my life reflected in stone, I feel the strife of a future unknown. What did they see, those swallowed in death? Are they now free as they lie without breath? Or do they now weep for life that is lost? Disturbed as they sleep at the great cost. I cannot now know what awaits me ahead, or where I will go before I am dead. So I shall live right as right as I may, and long for the light, the light of the day. I ponder the stones and who I will be. I sigh in soft tones and know I'll be free. Death is no monster or tyrant at all, I fear it no longer as He paid for the fall. So in life I shall wander the wintry trail, and stop to ponder a love that won't fail. I ponder each stone as a path up ahead, no longer alone, no longer with dread.

Days circle in an endless haze Sunrise to sunset full of regret Wandering in a careless daze An endless set I want to forget In the confines of this dark maze Confined in fate’s net to life unmet Though the days pass by Night always takes the sky Darkness will descend As though a dreadful end Yet stars will remain And He will forever reign Though death does mar this frail form of life When light does fail the heart need not quail There is still hope amidst the strife Love remains hale and tells the great tale Where truth cut sharp as though a knife And blood formed gale brought end to the wail Days will still pass by And night will take the sky Darkness will descend But it is not the end The stars still remain And God above will reign

“Why?  Why did you have to do that?  Do you see how we’ll suffer?” “I didn’t mean to, and besides, I didn’t even want to.” “But you still did it!  Why?  Anything that was left of Innocence is gone.  Dead and gone.” “I said I didn’t mean it.” “It doesn’t make a difference now.  What’s done is done.  I just wish you would control yourself.” “I want to, if only you knew.  I desperately want to, but I don’t even know how anymore.  It’s almost like I can’t remember.” “Well, I tried to help, but you wouldn’t listen.” “I know!  I know!  I’m trying, it’s just, I don’t know.” “You already said that.  Look, I’ll try to help again, but you have to fight even when it doesn’t seem serious.” “I can control myself.  Don’t worry about the small stuff.” “No!  You can’t do it like that.” “Why not?” “It’s like cancer, it will multiply.  Can’t you see?  One glance can deal the mortal blow.  It doesn’t take more than a seco...

Talons of darkness dig in deep, Deep into my heart. Shreds of light fall asleep, What good will this reap? Blood covers my part, What a miserable art. Guilt consumes, As I choke on the fumes. Guiltless I stand again, Worse than I was then. Corrupted and content, All life now so spent. A wretch for what I've done, I watch the setting sun. Numbness in my mauled mind, Mind that is not mine. Looking far behind, What made me so blind? I drank a sinful wine, Now worthy as the swine. Guilt simmers, As I watch the water's glimmer. Guiltless I stand again, Worse than I was then. Corrupted and content, All life now so spent. A wretch for what I've done, This pain has just begun. Wings of reaction reach the height, Height of love and blood. Scrambling for light, Why do I always choose to fight? Now I surrender to the flood, Washed of the clinging mud. Guilt inspires, Repentant amid the watch men's fires. Guiltless I  stand again, Innocent ...

Today in the United States it seems that being a Christian is not particularly difficult.   There is no strong cultural persecution, government opposition, or death threats.   Riots sometimes occur over sporting events but hardly ever harbor any religious origin or undercurrents.   Even in schools people are allowed to practice prayer times and Bible studies provided that students lead them.   The mood is one of tolerance and acceptance.   You believe what you want and I’ll believe what I want.   Yet, amidst such tranquility and poise the Christian life is one which is under heavy fire, and which becomes harder and harder to live as society becomes more and more “tolerant”.   It is in this mindset that to be a true Christian is most difficult.   We are the intolerant, the outdated, and the condemners in the modern world’s sunny perspective.   Despite this view of Christianity, it is far from true.   The enemy has moved in a strong way ...