On these shores of myth
in a land of self-indulgence
where dispirited aptitude
and the promises of
elevated status
empowers the elites
breathtakingly reckless
furtherment of alternative religious
and philosophical bafflegab – where
wellsprings (riddled with undying oath)
are yoked upon millstones, and etched cruelly
within the cankered plague of wokeness….
.
Tell me...
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should we assemble in this dark
duality to muse and brood upon the
demise of morality and resourcefulness?
.
Should our tears dampen the
scowling ground, as mindless coterie
dance to the frenzy of string-less harps?
.
Should we assemble together to muse and
brood upon diminishing social morality, the
illusion of celebrity, or the dearth of caring?
.
Perhaps...
.
we should gather and gossip
about another Hollywood outrage
or the declination of American status
or the worst administration in history, as
we observe the proverbial ‘Castle in the Sky,’
with a worshipful celebration of new technology,
prior to finding the mystical shores of Iona,
all while flight of minds-eye
withers winters intrusion,
and our impending
departure conducts a final
Opus to one’s life in sweet strains….
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Apart from the weariness,
the uncertainties,
the spiritual wars, and
all insanities presently unfolding on
this fallen planet, I have opted,
not to ignore the insanities,
but to reconstitute
my priorities, to
FIND rest in the Creator, to
PRAY for those who provoke me, to
BREATHE in the tuneful roar of
free-flowing rivers, to
MULL the azure skies, to
REINVIGORATE my faith, to
EMBRACE those who share life,
instead of those who
callously abuse sanities balance
with foolish philosophies and vainglories.
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Entwining our hearts and
minds to eternal Love and Truth,
and to the Christ who gave everything,
Wisdom has chosen to trek bravely
across perilous ridges,
to consider those
atolls beyond
rancor and violence, where
Love, Joy and Truth transmute a
flinty heart into a malleable parchment….
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I’ll admit that
I sin and falter and
stumble and grieve
despairingly for the murder
of innocent lives, and at times
sharing openly about these battles
becomes onerous…. but still I press on,
.
knowing my life is
but a mist that appears
briefly and then disappears,
a melodious sound captured
by an eager ear
one moment
and lost the next in the
winds of moments passing, and,
.
if I know too that my life
is not my own,
(but a precious gift
given me in season, to
glorify the Life Giver, and to
bless and enrich the lives of others)
what kind of a man should I be?
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Take MY hand, the Creator affirms, and
those with spiritual wisdom will be departing
together soon (as one) beyond the myth of IONA,
where THOSE WHO BELIEVE will dwell together in love, joy,
peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness,
and self-control, in the One Eternal Truth forever unshaken….
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richard lloyd cederberg
5/2022
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John 14:6