Life

Things happen in life. Let me rephrase that: things happen in life both gradually and all at once. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted on here; is been a long time since I’ve really had time (I still don’t, really). There was some combination of events, circumstances, and interactions that struck a note deep in my mind… It was like hearing a melody you have not heard since childhood; like the smell that haunts your memory of one of your old haunts; it was like seeing an old picture, and remembering everything like it happened today… So, without further ado, here is a poem that tells the truth:

A Note was Struck 

A note was struck
Deep in my heart:
A beautiful sound;
A distant spark.

The note rang forth
In the depths of my mind,
Shaking the dust
Off my dusty old rhymes.

The gears did start
Their clunking again;
Each cog a part
That will portend.

Belts and pulleys
All spin and race
As ash and steam
Elucidate.

A pipe explodes!
The metal grates!
What once was cold
Is now ablaze!

No stopping now,
This steampunk mind;
The engine growls
With life and light.

Idley it sat
For far too long;
Cranked up at
The tune of a song!

A smell, a taste,
A sound and place:
Melody-laced
Life and faith!

With Christ in front,
Though danger’s about,
The ride is rough,
But faith resounds.

Lost in a Blizzard

No, I haven’t died or anything. I’ve simply been focusing my energies on school, which requires an immense amount of energy. Spring break is coming, and I will do my best to catch up on riddles. Besides that, I figured I needed to post something. I was digging around some of my old poetry and found this treasure! It’s one of the first poems I ever wrote, I hope you enjoy it:

Wind howled through the trees;
tearing, biting, breaking me.
Storms of pain and suffering
Left a wasteland lost in grief.

As the storm began to settle;
Slowly, gently, little by little;
The gears stopped their grinding metal;
Silence came with gentle rebuttal.

Falling slowly from the sky,
Stars that twinkled in twilight
Covered the sorrowful, ugly sights;
Point by point they covered my life.

Not all at once, so suddenly,
Was the wreckage covered quickly;
But steadily, gracefully, gradually,
The snowflakes hid all misery.

Every speck of hope from above
Was sent to cover the ugly muck.
I say a prayer of thanks to God
For the snow I love so much.

Road-Trip Throwback

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This is a panoramic that I snagged on my way back from a wedding in Eagle, Alaska. The wedding was amazing! It was two friends I’ve known for some time that were getting married. Pictures are the threads that hold my memories together. Even one memorable picture ties to hundreds of thousands of wonderful memories. Every memory with every friend is something I treasure.

What Do You Live For?

What do you live for? It’s a simple question with two ultimate answers: this life, or the next.

What we do in this life is either for this life, or the next. The testimony you have and the legacy you leave behind will continue to affect people’s lives in this life even after you’re dead and gone. When you live for Christ, serving Him faithfully, you are living for the next life and storing up for yourself treasures in heaven:

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
-Matthew 6:19-21 (KJV)

The price is high for Christians to live for Christ; that price is continuing to inflate in this world. Are you willing to give up your life for Christ, or are you holding on to the life you have all planned out? Are you trying to make a name for yourself, or are you letting God make a name for you by serving Him with all humility?

To live a life that outlives us is the Christian’s goal. Our life, its testimony and legacy, should continue to bear witness of Christ. Christ gives us the strength and endurance to live for Him. He is the source of our strength; apart from Him, there is no strength. Seek to live a life for Christ: a life that will outlive you.