Faith

The Thinkers, and the Doers

“I think, therefore, I am,”
thought the thinker.

“As I do, so am I,”
thought the doer.

And yet!—do they not both think, and do?

For the doer does what he thinks best,
As the thinker does his thinking, as best he can.
Do they not both do their best in what they do, or think?

Then what of God's opinion of either?
Shall we imagine that He cares?
Does He in fact prefer one over the other?

And is God, Himself, a thinker or a doer?
Surely He thinks before He does,
and surely He does what He thinks He shall do.

The Mirror

I waited, seemingly forever
to meet the one who is you...

And since that day I cannot resist
this unction to love you for all my life,
As though I am reflected in a mirror
of God's love for His own.

My love for you
is a reflection.

Two in one,
One in two,
are we destined to be
this reflection?

Time might tell,
but I already know.
My love for you is a reflection
Of God's love for me.

My Seven Blessings

Sometimes I complain.

Sometimes I just feel sorry for myself.

Sometimes I am so self-absorbed, so self-centered, so preoccupied with myself and my circumstance that I loose sight of what's important.

What's important? In the grand scheme of things, in view of God's great plan, in view of eternity, what's important today, in my relatively meager, temporary life? Only after acquiring a grasp on what's important, versus what's not important—only then am I able to discern God's blessings that I have received, as well as those for which I should rightly hope.

What is Love?

What is love?

The poets have never stopped contemplating it.  Song writers write, singers sing, actors act… they write about love, they sing about love, they portray love as best they can.  But mankind still cannot understand its depths.

My Conversion

It was never a question, for myself, whether I would one day
     be what, and whom, I wanted to be.
The fact had always stood,
     with opportunities in abundance.
But there that day the questions seemed to proliferate.
What next to do that I hadn't already tried?
—or that wasn't so similar as to quench 
     any hope of satisfaction in my quest.
And, "Quest for exactly what?" I could no longer answer.
Had I ever known? Or was I now just tired of the empty humor.

Life and Death

Life and Death:

Essentially different;
Opposites;
Mutually exclusive, yet

Inseparable.

You can't have life without death, for all must die.
You can't have death without life, for,
Death of whom but he who had lived?

so…

Is life just the path to death?
—a means to an end;
—ceaseless striving that leads us to the peace of the grave?

Shall we not then welcome death as
the only solution to life's dilemmas?

Thus the mind may reason, but my spirit says, "No!"

For me to passively accede to death, 

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