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Everything’s an Empire

Organizational overload

People at the top

Others stalk the Inner Circle

Somebody has to support it

Peons around the edge

Getting the filter down of the scraps

From the table of the elite

You climb to the summit

Look out from the vista

See the others coming

Clinging to the ledges

Not everyone wants to make the climb

The ones that do cannot understand why

Anyone would be content to stay on a lower rung

Enjoying the view, sitting in the shade or lying in the sun

With shock they tell you if only you would be more diligent

You too could push your way into a better group

Or a sphere of knowledge or core of “the trained” that will make you superior to those lesser fit than you

Someone has to pay the freight up and down the hill

Sometimes its’ those on the bottom, other times in the middle

Those at the top, pay another price, on the way up and if they fall down

Sleepless nights trying to keep their place from being taken by a marauder looking to be King of the Hill

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The heart pours out
It’s treasures like a cavern hidden under the earth
The Fortune hunters come searching with lights and pick axes
To dig and take the things of worth
Then they leave, pouches filled, happy to have gotten,
No matter scorched earth
Takers. Opportune.
Filled, until they use up what they see
On to the next hunt for what will fill the need.
Don’t give what is rare to a passerby
Don’t share with a fool, what only a king should have for his eyes
Gluttons who have shown they are willing to pillage
Should not eat at the table of privilege

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When the Siren song sings loud in your ears

Crying out to make you come to a bittersweet end

Luring you with melancholy or the promise of escape from agony

Plug your ears with the wax of bees and listen to them not

Bind your mind to the mast of Truth and Love’s laws

Throw not in your lot with those

Who seek your flesh and will eat your soul

Devouring roamers who fill the night

With lies which dash when brought into light

Dark despair, which seems so real

Is but a myth of temptation to drag you down

Sing the song of life, more loud and beautiful

And the demons which have haunted will be drowned themselves

-Sherry Carlstrom January 16, 2014

Depression and anguished thoughts come to torment us all, they sing the songs of sadness. We must turn away from the rocks they seek to dash us on and listen instead to the truth.

“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations delight my soul. – Psalm 94:19

“Why are you downcast oh my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God.” Psalm 42:11

The lies can rage so desperately, making you teeter from anger to despair, hopelessness to anxiety. Irrational images of the situation surround with sorrow. All can seem lost, when in fact, it is only the voices of  mythical creatures crying, calling you to their island of tragedy where they hope to pile your body along with other corpses of those who listened.

Don’t listen.

unbelief seems sexier

doubters are hip

living on the edge of nothing

the cool, cool trend

those who once believed

say they are not so sure

perhaps taking a shot

watching a film with little plot

they think will be the cure

a dumpier neighborhood

on the other side of the world

if only we can fix that

give away 10,000 shoes

dig a ditch, pull a child away from making bricks

injustice gets under the skin

the things they don’t want to do

haunt

again and again

so turn this way and that

wrestle with self, where’s the fun in that

fighting the good fight

left behind

in favor of a solution

that seems to leave no one out

misery, good company

head to the party

drown the sorrows of the world

in a dance of reverie

or perhaps in a series of symposiums

well attended by the brightest minds

halls filled with fools who are blind leading blind

Insecure

The world seems unsafe

Pillars around fall

What to cling to in the waste

When things are shaken

We see where weakness lies

Uncovered, we want to find

A place to shelter and hide

Long journey

Hard war

All around comrades fall

Other injured warriors come to call

Cling together for a time

Hold up, get well

Back out to the front line

Places of refuge

Houses of safety

To rest and get nourishment and healing

To find stillness, to feel peace

In the world of harsh realities

Come so fast, pace furious

Wholeness eludes some

Though they want it so badly

Take care soldiers

Watch and guard

Protect your heart and soul and mind

Do not give aid to the enemy

In taking you down, by weakening yourself

Gird up, be strong in the power given by One

Resist the temptations to slack,

The game is always on

Take the shelter that is given with love

Keep your face turned toward the City to come

Lock arms with those who share your cause

Yet take care even then to know whose you are

The only real place of security and safety

Is in the center of the places He places you

It may be in the heat of a firefight

Or around enemies with deception

And intentions sharper than knives

You make take friendly fire that cuts to the core

Questions will come like jabberjay’s

To press you into insanity

Yet

You. Must, Get, Up.
Must. Go. On.

Someone is depending on what you have

To stay in the throng

Remember who the real enemy is

It is not your family

Nor your lover, nor your friends

It’s not your church

Or your past or your lack of anything

There is a false leader roaming the earth

Seeking to oppress and incapacitate with hurt

The goal is to take you out

With pleasure or with bitterness or with greed or with doubt

He will send anything to get up in your head

Or to keep you tied to sin’s bed’s

He has tricks

But there is a flaw in his system

A warble in the force field

If you look, you can see it shaking

And you can shoot it

He is a liar and a thief

And this is not his Kingdom
He is only ruling as people let him

So fight, stay in the mix, help the weak

Care for the sick

Keep your mind sharp in the truth

Don’t let him gain advantage over you

This is a battle

This is a war

Stay geared up

Sword always ready to be drawn.

I have long known that often God will use what can seem a rejection, as a form of protection. When a door that seemed open or fruitful, closes unexpectedly, I have learned to treat the wound quickly, walk away peacefully, and leave the gates shut until such time as God chooses to open them again, or not. Look back on the positive from what a relationship, experience, job, or opportunity has brought, into your life and the lives of others, and then move into the new. God knows where He desires to produce fruit . We are but laborers in the King’s Vineyards.

We live in a world where strangers make their way into our souls
Slipping past our defenses with music and prose
Images and stories on screens
Tales told and dreams weaved
Pictures drawn into our minds
Snapshots of their lives and imaginations of what is wrong or right