Poems & Prayers

We don’t seem to be perceiving properly, which means we are not desiring properly, which means we aren’t understanding properly, and as long as we don’t understand properly, we’re not going to act properly.

For me, prayer is a time to reset, to catch my breath, and get a spiritual yawn of acceptance and surrender before my call to action. I pray as a means of staying involved in my life and the life of those I love and care for. Prayer anchors me but doesn’t hold me down, giving me a more stable floor from which to fly from.

Prayer is paying attention. In a world that constantly consumes our thoughts but distracts us from tending to our spirit, prayer gives our soul a chance to catch up with our pathologically busy minds, providing us with the contentment of self-awareness that gives us enough hope to admit that we actually do have the ability to live our life. In times of chaos, prayer restores order, and regardless of the higher power you’re praying to, a committed belief in our continued improvement is how we first restore order in ourselves. The ultimate goal of prayer is to align our earthly ambitions to be in accordance with Divinity’s Law. This means believing in more than who we are, but rather in who we can be. Through the inherent tests and approvals of our highest order, prayer helps us discover what we are here to do in this life. And when we can live more in sync with our higher power’s will? We’ve found what is theological code for our purpose.

Trust in God but don’t rely on fate

There’s a difference between a good man and a nice guy. A good man stands for certain ideals. And when those beliefs are contested, a good man is not a nice guy. The nice guy’s easy to be around, but he goes along with everything. A good man’s different. He has things he stands for. It’s harder to be a good man.

Never speak or think of any pain, discomfort, or dislike that was, as if it is still. Put it always in the past tense and you block its path to prophecy.

I wonder: If we’re not missing, coming up short, or sinning enough, maybe we aren’t trying hard enough. Are we not venturing close enough to the front lines of life’s battles? To leave this life and arrive home with fewer sins but less victories might even be a sin in itself

We need skeptics, not cynics. One’s discerning, the other doesn’t believe