..::summers day::..

Ahh... Finally a real summer day! First an awesome message delivered by pastor Levi. Then a tasty lunch @ the Knead cafe w/some friends. Then an afternoon @ the water park. 97 degrees felt so good after our snowy month of June. Unfortunately I didn't get a pic @ the water park cause my camera doest like to get wet. But we finished the day out w/ a bon fire and burgers which was a blast. I did manage 2 snap a photo of the campfire 4 this post. Viva la summer!

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..:: The Wilderness ::..

Ryan Becker, June '08

There is a wilderness
where I find myself. Lost.
Unaware of where I go.

There is an obstacle.
Obtrusive. Dejecting. Malign.
Which pollutes the world I know.

It is a fallacious world.
Foreign. Misleading. Abstruse.
Mirage upon mirage.

I fight and climb
to reach higher ground.
But I’m scourged by deceits barrage.

Many battles fought.
Many scars I carry.
Many times I’ve fallen down.

Many answers sought.
Many aspirations - contrary.
Many crosses in the ground.

Alone I walk
battle scarred and bloody
but the blood is not all my own

Cut by the blade,
healed by the sword
and through it all I’ve grown

Still I search for one
whom I know not.
But the promise is to give.

Wearied I progress
down a path of faith.
Towards the point I wish to live.

And the way is narrow.
And the verdancy dense.
And I’m cut by thorn and limb.

And the night is dark.
And the fog is thick.
And the source of light is dim.

But though the path is slick
and the obstacles many.
I have not given up.

I clutch to my staff
and push through the labyrinth.
To drink devotions cup.

And I focus on the day
and I search for the beauty.
That ancient words have prophesied.

And I pray for the one
who will some day free me
from the many tears I’ve cried.

..::fresh air::..

Sunday afternoon. The open road... The wind in your hair. Gotta love it. - why does she love this but hates the blow dryer? I dont get it.

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..:: absence of the sun ::..

My sun, where are you, where have you gone?

I miss your friendly face.

I long to see your beaming smile

and feel your warm embrace.

Today the sky is void of color.

With grey darkness, damp and cold.

The birds won’t sing, the leaves won’t glisten

and the flowers won’t unfold.

An opaque brume has come between,

to you and I divide.

And Mother Nature in her reverence

has bowed her sorrowed head and cried.

I cry too as I sit alone inside

and stare through rain-washed pane.

I recount all the days since you’ve been gone

and question how long apart you will remain.

I miss the splendor of your scintillating, selfless shine

and the glow of golden rays

I miss the joyful energy you provide

and your watchful, cheerful gaze.

I miss the way you share your life and light

with grass and rock and trees.

I miss your reflection on the surface of the lake

and the way your radiance warms the breeze.

I’ll look for you my salient friend,

and watch for your return.

When the rain subsides, and the clouds depart

for your summertime sojurn.

..:: Creative Cliche ::..

In a world of synonymity – my creative cliché
finds hope in the midst of the darkness of day.

Though night falls upon me and the future seems bleak
only the words of Christ will I speak.

I look not on circumstances nor dwell on defeat
for by faith in I AM I am complete.

My words can kill, my words produce life
I’ll choose the latter and walk in the light.

I’ll live by the letters that are written in red.
And overcome by the power in the blood that He bled.

To be blessed, to be cursed is only a choice
for the power of life starts with a voice.

I’ll choose my words wisely to build up and create.
Create life, create love, create a way that is straight.

In a world that is dying from spiritual decay
I’ll make my way victorious through creative cliché.

...

..:: Omni ::..

by Ryan Becker

My God is great and He is powerful
he reigns forever supreme and over all.

He laughs at oppression and with one breath
he defeated sin, condemnation and even death.

Omnipresent. God is. Everywhere I look
and all my days are written in his book.

Omniscient. All knowing. All mighty God.
In whose gospel of peace my feet are shod.

What shall I fear? Of whom shall I be afraid?
When through His death and resurrection all my debts are paid.

Omnipotent. All thing are under his thumb.
And through faith in Christ I will overcome.