Words

Words...

They are just words,

after all.

Could words really change things?

Just words?

I get tired of words;

their orientation and configuration

always bring me down.

Well,

maybe not always.

But on the rarity,

(truth is spoken)

I feel undone,

then (like I'm remade),

I feel strengthened,

I feel whole,

forgiven and new,

but they're just words.?

Doubt creeps in

and steels the beautiful ones.

I get so tired of words,

the common ones anyway.

The rare ones,

the beautiful ones,

they call to me,

they say:

“there is more here than you can see”

they say:

“there is more!

More that is lovely,

more that is joyful,

more that is to be believed

and hoped for.”

Could I hold out for the uncommon words?

Could I hold them tightly enough,

to drown out the cruel,

the harsh,

the hateful and dark words?

Oh, God,

I get so tired of words.

Oh to feel,

oh to see,

all that my faith is built on.

All that you have taught me is true.

God guard those words.

The ones that bring me delight.

The ones that sustain me.

God guard my heart.

They are just words after all.

But the true ones;

the rare beautiful ones,

they are light and life,

they are hope and breath.

God could you change

really change things

with words?

Maybe it's just that the holy ones were spoken by broken vessels.

Maybe it's just that you transcribe your words by the hands of men,

who also use those hands to sin.

Yet, how much more glorious

if those with ears to hear

and eyes to see

can grasp those precious,

true,

beautiful words,

and hold them,

and keep them.

Oh my True Word,

my Bread of life,

breath your Spirit

into those Words

and let them bring life.

c. Kim Damon 2014

These three remain

These three remain
faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of these
is love.

So why do I see
doubt, fear, and hate;
all around me everyday?
(hatred most destructive)

Is it possible many choose
to live under the Eyore storm cloud;
when the reality of God's
love (like sunlight streams all around)?
But who would make such a choice?

I fear my childhood friend Eyore
did not choose his lot.
He only knew what he
experienced
and couldn't see
the reality of God's love
all around.

Surely Piglet would cheer him?
But at every effort
his cheer was met with gloom.
It was still true:
Opportunities for
faith, hope, and love
are all around
but each must choose.

Perhaps
my child self couldn't see
what the adult me knows-
we choose to embrace the cloud
of doubt, fear and hate
or
we choose
the warm sunlight
and live with what will remain
faith
hope
and love
the greatest of these
being love.
c. 2014 Kim Damon

Facebook

I hate facebook

I hate the side of me that loves it.

I hate the fact that it never satisfies

And I hate that I keep turning to it.

I know why it's so addictive.

I've distilled the craving,

I know what I want

and I know why

face-book cant give it to me.

I long for acceptance.

I long for love.

I long for encouragement.

I long for belonging.

I long for connection

But honestly,

it's like going to a fast food joint

and expecting a five star meal.

It's just not going to happen.

You will get something

but not high quality

and most of the time

it makes me feel sick.

If I go there to serve

it's slightly less damaging.

But let's face it

If you went to McDonald's

to serve food

and you happen to find yourself

hungry,

You will be tempted

by the sights and smells

designed to allure.

So where do I go?

I only have a few minutes

and there's no God-book.

Wait.

What would happen?

If I changed my behavior?

If I took my constant cravings

to God-book?

Try it

just for a day

and let me know.

c. Kim Damon 2014