Cups

    “Eating from the Tree Of The Knowledge Of Good And Evil tells a story of the human condition.”  —–C. E. Eksuzian, June 2017.

     You, emotional expectation,

Are the null hypothesis,

Long held, and fizzled,

By the self imposed creation

Of obligation’s coefficient.

     In the twilight of home,

Regeneration beams

Golden streams of truth known.

Revitalization breaks through seams of behavioral filters,

Fraying threads of woven intent from long ago.

     In the place of heart space

Where need exists,

Love quested highways, and,

Walked on native bowers of earthy herbs,

Amidst flowering rock trails on mountains, and,

Found longing.

     Embers smoldered, but,

Sunlight burns them molten,

In the everlasting fire of heart’s essence

Chock full and made known.

     At dusk,

Silver Tree Frog warbles its trill

In bubble tones,

Somewhere in the atmosphere,

So close, however,

Nonetheless short of swampy rose.

     Veery,

Is clearly cascading dulcet tones,

A reverse accordion peering down

A tree limb’s nose.

“Where fore art thou?”  “Where?”

“Where fore art thou,

Sweet and cozy repose?”

     “Why, I am here,

Right underneath these very clothes.”

“When the null hypothesis in emotional holding,

Has engaged its expected showing

In the cup half empty,

I appear,

Forever and countlessly,

To entrust the endeavor of letting go.”

“I know that heart has opened.”

     “I am the cup half full,

Burgeoning worthy energy,

Overflowing the rim, and,

Ultimately brimming with,

God’s blessings suddenly known.”

Spring 2017. With the help of God, my artistic rendering of the “Cup” of flowering crab apples. —C. E. Eksuzian

©2017 C.E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.

Colossians 3:16 Put On The New Self

16  “Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.”

24 June 2017

     I was at work the other day, and,

A realization came to be,

As I moved with co-workers and patients.

     Freely,

We gave to existence,

As Train came through the TV, and,

Played, “Calling All Angels.

     My senses swayed in memory,

As the blessings of how many angels among us,

Are we,

Through all of our endeavoring.

—-When we recall the beauty of others in the blessings of God,

A rejoicing of truth is the waterfall—-

     Blessed be the glory of You, LORD,

Amen.

©2017 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

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