The PoetVangelist

Where are You? There's heaviness upon my soul Swallowing my zeal up whole This thickness neither drowns nor buoys Does not snuff out, but dims my joy. I've tried a run, managed a wade Thought, reflected, almost prayed. I've cried out loud, deep in my mind Stifled, smothered, bound in time To suffer this- carry a Cross Grieve what's missing, but never lost. Where are You? Reached out- or did I? I'm unsure I feel most nothing anymore. I've held to my notions Go through the motions And hoping, still hoping A door- a window opens. Face smiling, heart bleeding, soul pleading this passes I push through each day's sea of molasses Longing, still longing to 'Taste and see' More to life than the bittersweet. Where You've been: Someday soon, the sun will dawn Delight will swell where now I mourn I'll see glee, feel thrill, hear wonder My cup half-full yet running over I'll seek beyond...

A deafening roar- I’VE WON THIS RACE! The crowd is on their feet The cameras flashing in my face My glory is complete. Lest I forget, I find my way to the VIP stall I kiss You, crying as I say “My God, I owe You all”. Snort .  Yeeeeeaaah, right. Anybody see just how wrong that picture is? Honestly, did something seem a bit odd about this? Let’s take it from the top, see what we can see Sift the truth from the lie; worship from idolatry. The crowd on their feet? The cameras in my face? Since when does the world applaud what the Bible says? It’s not like we’re supposed to go about and annoy people But we’re telling them they’re dying in things they actually enjoy, people! Does that sound like reason to get wild on their feet; Or reason paparazzi don’t hound evangelists on the street? Good News? Good News is good news to the few whose view Is that they’re sinful and lewd and need to be made new. That’s when it’s good news Otherwise, what’...