Artwork courtesy of Brent Funderburk
http://www.brentfunderburk.com/
Up in the clouds
Bubbling with enthusiasm
Floating on the laughter of the wind
Encased in a gleaming globe of florescence
I begin the slow descent back to earth
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Saturday’s Mourning In Glory: Returning To Life
Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay, donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves. Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds. Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast! Everything for which He stood – a scheme inside a dream; His crowning achievement – a sacrificial theme; all was laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.
A Good Friday: The Uprising
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Let us go, dear soul, for a stroll!
You help me sing my song.
Two loves the sound that makes a whole
when daybreak hums along.
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We’re off to greet the morning sun,
salute a spectral sky.
Like dew, we’ll glisten just for fun
before our last goodbye.
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Ascending now, slow and steady,
my eyes relay the scene.
Pick up the pace and get ready,
we know what this will mean.
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Goosebumps and grins ~ the day begins,
a laugh under my breath.
Run past mistakes and mortal sins,
then walk your soul to death.
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Uncle Tree
© Keith Alan Watson
When leaving sounds rewarding, Death is smitten once more.
The Crumbs Of Humility: A Total Reprising
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The bread was broken
Torn to shreds in memory
We all share the grief
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Water turned to wine
The future turned on its head
The gods turned their backs
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One cup was not passed
One man cried, but not in vain
The Son felt the weight
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Choice-less awareness
Willingly allowing this
Nothing left to lose
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Leave it all behind!
Thieves? No longer bothersome
Rust? Not a problem
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Worldly matters cease
The Son can shine without you
But you without Him?
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Your Life Comes In Right Here
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Your very own story is quite unique in itself,
but when you dare to go beyond —
the mystery of you becomes the magic in me.
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A Dream On The Battlefront
The Day The Sun Made Love
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Is my lover’s heart on fire?
Is it burning with desire?
Does her passion leap in flames
at the mention of my name?
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Oh, a love so sweet and pure,
(and for which there is no cure)
will blaze a trail that circles round
till loose ends meet on higher ground.
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An Awfully Lawful Miracle
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“Once in a very great while, out of the devil-ridden chaos that dominates our mundane world, order presents itself in the form of seemingly meaningful coincidences. Through the ripped veil of the universal fabric, singularly particular events occur that may cause a person to question the ironclad laws of causality.” Uncle Tree
Nebraska: A Wintry Day For Play
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The Plains lie still in the wintertime,
gathering drifts of a chance design.
The north wind shapes the curvaceous lines
that flatter the figures of the pines.
Continuous Forgiveness Vs. The Sin-free Life
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Deeper and wider, quicker, and more difficult, were the principles of forgiveness that Jesus brought to the table. Cleansed of our sins, and moving forward with a clear conscience, can a Christian continue to grow and grow until they finally outgrow their need for forgiveness?
Uncle Tree's House 