Forever it might be
that we are joined
by blood
Yet souls have ceased
to merge
So
fragile becomes the canvas
once so tightly bound
Watch it waste away
and vanish
before our very eyes
as obscure
become the thoughts
of those enlightened days
of old
Too distant now
to fathom
the thread from where
we unknowingly
left off

So I tell you this, I am not afraid. Because no matter how we endeavor to smudge the truth from our sight it will remain to rise up and haunt future generations. You cannot deny what is. Your guns are powerful, your hate is worse, and your inability to accept truth condemns you.

For all our power we have learned nothing. We still are unable to see past race, class, gender, or religion, to the heart that lies within, the heart that beats the same as yours the same as mine. How simple is that?

For all our denominations and faith, or lack thereof, and all our so called liberation we yet remain the faithful slaves of a cruel and unmerciful world. While everyone is preoccupied contending so loud for themselves and this country’s due them the pitiful cries of true suffering is obscured and the plea for mercy remains unanswered.

Comprehend this, every race, every religion, and gender has been devoid of rights at one time or another throughout the course of history. The very same history we so strive to ignore and change. And reversing this plight to better our own circumstances only causes us to make the same mistakes we were meant to better ourselves from.

So let us pass the chain to our children to the future. How easy it is, to become the cowards of our own creation. And how difficult for us to stand up and say ENOUGH. So explain to me, after we have all finished doing ourselves in from blind rage, ignorance and fear, what then? What then?

In memory of the innocent, for you I weep.

Bearers of Light

Psalm 29:11 (NIV)

11: The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace.

The magi were led by faith, in search of peace. Over two thousand years later, we are still seeking the same gift. It comes in many forms, and is the subject of many debates, but above all it is one of our greatest hopes.

It may feel an endless search, but what we seek at times in desperation is already close at hand. Unlike the magi, we do not need to travel great lengths to find this gift. Because inside each, and every one of us, it is already there. Slumbering waiting for the day we realize and awaken that promise.

It comes in many forms, forgiveness, understanding, acceptance; these are the bearers of peace. As through faith, we draw strength to achieve these goals, which will awaken our hearts to renewal. Granting a greater understanding of peace, of the life we truly seek. Bathed in the glorious light of that lone star, that shines on, even to this day, to help us, to guide us, so we may once more find our way, back to the stable. Once there, let us lay down all that keeps us from embracing the peace that is ours. That He may mend and purify, heal and make whole. So we are better able to share the light, the precious gift, with those around us. May they see in us a difference, a hope, so they too, one day, might find their way back to Bethlehem, where it all began.

In our own way, let us be bringers of peace, to a world so in need of light, that the darkest corners may be illuminated. We cannot begin to help others, until we first are able to see, let our hands light the candles, which are inexhaustible.

May we learn to forgive ourselves, as God had already forgiven. To forgive others, as He would have us do. Let us come to understand, that though life may not always make sense, we may not always know the answers to the questions we ask, but still we can believe, that it is all a part of a far greater plan.

We have been called, as the wise men. To travel each day, through this world, to work, school, or fulfilling our daily tasks. But we are able to make a difference when we let peace reign within our hearts.

Lord grant us faith that we may find peace. Guide our paths so we are able to walk according to your wishes, and hopes for our lives. That through each season, each year, we will be bearers of your light. As we rejoice over the blessed promise that spans all time, all lives, and all circumstances. Enable us to embrace this gift, which you gave so very long ago.

]]> http://myredtree.com/2008/12/19/bearers-of-light/feed/ 0 http://myredtree.com/2008/09/17/notes/ http://myredtree.com/2008/09/17/notes/#comments Wed, 17 Sep 2008 18:57:17 +0000 Vickie Mathews http://myredtree.com/?p=219 For over two years, I have worked on and off on this piece I call “Legend”, finally I decided to draw it to a close. I hope that through this piece, you may be inspired, as I was in composing, and painting it.

For I may not comprehend the science of it all, but I do know there are many things in this world, that science cannot explain. For I have been places, and seen, as well as felt, I have known, what I have never learned. I believe the soul is an intricate piece of work, fashioned by our Creator. So if we give our lives for a purpose, if we hold to the hope, the faith, if we pass on a dream, how could something that brilliant die?

So this is for you, my ancestors, for you are my people, as I am yours. Be proud for yourself, if not yet for me.

So run, legend run
Run into the sun
The killers have come
Your battle has begun

Confusion clouds your vision
As you shelter the young
But how they take you down
One by one
The pounding of your fear
Stains the Promised Land

As you run legend run
Run into the sun
The killers have come
Your battle has begun

Black sea of the prairie
How fast you’re fading now
The rifles repeat
To silence your screams
You are gold for the taking
But what have they done

As you run legend run
Run into the sun
Your killers have come
Your battle’s begun

Cut out their tongues
But leave the rest
To rot in the cold day’s heat
How brave you are mighty hunter
But do you know
What you have done

As they run how they run
Into the sun
For the killers have come
Their battle is done

With silent rage
Warriors stalk the bloody stench
Their tribe marked for death
As mothers weep
Through the cold of winters drain
With nothing to silence their babies pain

And they run how they run
On into the sun
For the killers have come
The battle is done

For what is death
What is pain
That I have seen
Through your eyes
As you run how you run
Legend run, into the sun
For your battle is done

A legend is born
Yet will never truly die
For in each of us we carry
A part of you inside
Beyond the last sunset
Until the end of time
That you may find the peace
This world so easily denied