Don’t be confused
or even question your understanding.
What flows from your heart
and stops at your lips
is
What has been made clear.
Comprehending the divine is not the mind’s purpose.
Understanding with the heart takes time.
What you seek
you’ve already found.
The problem is
YOU
want to make sense of it.
Whatever it is
it will be.
I’ll give you a hint.
What you want
IS NOT
Understanding
©Christopher F. Brown 2010
Confusion
The blight of a conscious mind.
A pox upon a faithful spirit.
able to comprehend
and reason
like nothing else in creation
Yet
some say to reason about creation
to ask questions of the creator
is the same
just as kin
as to question the creator.
And that is said to be most horrific of a sins.
Confusion
We lean not on OUR OWN understanding.
We walk by FAITH and NOT BY SIGHT.
How could we ever get to true understanding if we did not question
the flaws of
and in
OUR OWN
and seek higher than it?
Higher than those around us that claim to know.
If told to move
one has to ask
“Where?”
otherwise we remain still.
By faith we ask
By faith we receive
By faith we walk.
Confusion
not question
is the enemy of faith
Confusion
not question
opens the door for ignorance and doubt.
Confusion is the dark
Question is the door leading the way
Faith is the answer that brings understanding and revelation.
The light is not blissful ignorance but a faithful knowing
to any question
we receive
a faithful answer
All will be made clear
seek and you will find
knock and the door will be opened
Ask and it will be given to you.
© Christopher F. Brown 2010
In spite of present pain
future frustration
Do you still smile?
In the face of Danger
Disaster
And that which would bring desolation
Do you laugh
maybe even dance?
In the midst of chaos
Corruption and confusion
Do you remain
Calm, cool and collective?
When it presses upon your back
To the point near break
When it stands at the very gates of your soul
Ready to capture your mind
claim your body as it’s very own
Do you not fear?
Knowing to whom the temple truly belongs.
When everything is gone
Time has pulled away
The same as the ocean pulls the sand
Will you know who you are?
Will you understand who I am?
You are my sons and daughters
The blood that flows in your veins
The blood that freed every captive
Made clean every stain
is the very same blood that warms your body
And opens your mouth to sing
It is my blood that is in you
It commands you to dance
Especially in the rain.
© Christopher F. Brown 2010
I know this might sound silly
Coming from us what really doesn’t.
The other day an ant crawled across my finger tip
I lifted it up to a place where I could better see it.
As its little antenna’s moved back and forth I wondered
Could its microscopic mind comprehend me?
For all of its social skills
For all of its building talents
A mere ant and all of anthood is nothing
in comparison
To man and all of manhood
I watched it move
From fingertip to fingertip
In comparison
it would be like me
Moving from mountain top
to mountain top
I wonder
With all we think we know
Can we
Could we
Would we
Ever be able to fully
Comprehend you?
©Christopher F. Brown 2010
Darkness retreats to the background in your presence
Becoming canvas for whatever you desire
Tonight,
This cold night
From high above
you glow
If I could reach
I’m sure You would be the warmth I’m seeking
Tonight
This cold night
A light mist falls in front of you
Extending your reach
Dancing and bending
Your rays reach down to me
Amongst And Between
The dark
Tonight
This cold night
Shadows in valleys collect in mass against you
Against the thought of you
Against even a rumor of the thought of you
Tonight
This cold night
Your light shines on and through me
What they do
Can not stand in your path
Tonight
This cold night
I have no thought of fear
No feeling of shame.
©Christopher F Brown 2010
Where time and creation begins and ends your arms stretched out from the new, creating love, forming the first house of light, the first temple of truth.
Pure and untouched it was then, so shall it be in the end
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
(This was based on a painting I saw today. When I get the painters permission I will post a pic and their credits.)
Does my honesty offend you?
Are my words cutting too deep, past skin, past muscle and bone right into heart and soul.
Does my honesty offend you?
Laughing when you cry, stillness when you run, dancing while you cower.
Does my honesty offend you?
When I speak you cover your ears. You even run away as I draw near to you.
The fact that I’ve never said one word to you heralds resound.
Does my honesty offend you?
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
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When I was younger I believed in God, Love, and Magic.
When I grew older they told me not to believe in magic anymore, it was childish and silly. They finally said that it was witchcraft and against God.
When I was a child I believed that God never makes mistakes, that God loves everything great and small and in between. I use to sing songs about how Jesus loves the little children. When I became a “man” I was told that the wages of sin was death. If you live a godly life and where a good (Baptist, Pentecostal, Episcopal, Methodist, Seventh day Adventist, Mormon, Catholic, Lutheran, even Non-Denominational, whatever) and only a (Baptist, Pentecostal, Episcopal, Methodist, Seventh day Adventist, Mormon, Catholic, Lutheran, even Non-Denominational, whatever) then the kingdom heaven would be yours. I was told that sinners would all burn in hell and that to lay with a mans as one would a woman then it was an abomination.
Imagine my surprise to know that as a child my God loved me no matter what but as a “man” I disgust the creator of all things great and small and in between. I disgust the knower and founder of all knowledge. I disgust the omnipotent one because of something that I had no part in and no control over. As a man, somehow, it does not make since to me. It sounds more like something another man would think of instead of the God I use to know.
When I was a little child I believed that love (whatever that was) made the world go round and that what your heart was for. When I grew older I realized I’ve never known that type of love and have known it all too well. I’ve seen the very thing pass me and abide with me in my home as if majesty became mine. Then when the majesty became real it was gone like it was never there.
So what now?
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
Thank you.
Thank you Lord for breathing life into me for another day. Thank you lord for letting my eyes and letting them see all of the wondrous creations that you have made. Thank you lord for giving me a sound mind that is able to chose the right path and learn from the mistakes along the way.
Thank you Lord for giving me ears that hear laughter and ears that hear cries. Thank you Lord for my mouth that lets me praise your name, speak my mind, make a joyful noise (and some would call it that) speak out against wrong and voice how wrong I maybe.
Lord thank you for giving me a heart that pumps the blood through my veins and the emotions through my soul.
Thank you Lord for my legs that move me from here to there with the ability to walk or run and the feet they balance on even when they are sore and ache. Thank you so much lord for my hand and fingers that you have blessed with ability and with some call talent (others call novelty)Thank you Lord for my home that is mine and keeps me safe from the cold winter rain and shaded from the hot summer sun.
Thank you Lord for my life and not making me anyone else but me. Thank you for not giving me anyone else’s experiences but mine, not letting any others pain or pleasure or pain over my doorstep. Thank you for no one else’s riches, no one else’s misery.
Thank you Lord for you. I believe in you and I do not pressure other to because that is not what you asked me to do. I thank you Lord for you because for without you there would be nothing, I would be nothing. Without you lord there would be no sun, no moon, no pleasure, and no man that bring pain.
If I forget to say this on a daily basis then know that it is carved in stone signed and sealed with blood and implanted in my heart.
Thank you Lord.
©Christopher F. Brown2009
