Love

And then my words tore through the air like cannon fire…

by ZacharyWGilbert

As a Christian I don’t have a very good track record.  Apparently the ten commandments are a, ‘NOT to do’ list, and not so much a ‘to do’ list.  I look back on the last 40 years, and realize, that evil in all of its twisted forms, is something that is done by me, to someone else.  I am supposed to value others, and not hurt them.  When I find myself in a verbal volley with an adversary, my instinct is to inflict as much verbal damage as possible.  Our exchange mimics the ancient sea battles with wooden ships, and belching cannons.  What is the cost behind words?  You have to judge, (aim) then hate, (load gunpowder) and not care about the hurt you are about to inflict on someone else, (fire!).  The handle side of the weapon often feels less pain than the bloodied recipient.  Words are weapons.   Who’s side do I fight for?  As a burning ship sinks, why do I find joy?  Does taking something away from someone with criticism and lies help make me better?  No, it simply shows I am worse.

Every human on this Earth has a backstory, a history, a perspective, and a soul.  If I truly care about them, and who made them, then why don’t my words reflect that?  Do my words take something away, with my witty observation of physical defects, and social choices?  Or do my words offer hope, with my perspective of their value, to me, to the world, to God?  To immerse myself with the struggles of another person, will silence my gaping cannon of my mouth, leaving me only whispers while talking to them. Then maybe I can tell the true tale of their value to God, and will only leave encouragement and support to saturate the air.

This reflection, is to remind myself, that there is nothing wrong with being a chatty extrovert.  But, I do need to do a better job seeing people, and loving them.  To be more ears, and less mouth.  My words are loaded in my guts where evil in all its forms writhes in a ready cauldron.  In the storeroom down there, there can be light, and hope.  Scripted musing of the wonderful things of people, and the world.  How will I stock the latter? The choice becomes mine, to pillage conversations, and wound listeners.  A Christian should know the tale of God, and the undeniable value of people.  Before I am silenced, and planted in the cold ground, perhaps I will leave behind words, hanging soft in the invisible air, that let you know, there are many great things I see in you.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

 

Fabric of Life

by ZacharyWGilbert

Everyone’s life, is a fabric square on a large tapestry.  We all live, for a twisting wisp of a blue gray shadowy moment, then we die.  Our story is added into the tale of humanity.  Where does the tapestry hang?  Is it proudly displayed in God’s great kingdom? Or perhaps, is it only stored in books, and memories.   A dying phantom, chained by lost languages, burning invaders, and evolution’s relentless march.

That prompts a question.  Does death scare or hurt Evolutionists?  From nothing, there can only be nothing.  No soul, no life beyond death, no real value, becomes all there is to look forward to in that perceived existence.  If I were to believe evolution as true, I would reduce myself to the product of random chance, and the offspring of a filthy monkey.  I would have no creator to ask for guidance and help.  My relationships with other people would be reduced to simply the shifting and sorting of dead matter.  Life, would not matter.  Millions, and millions of years of nothing was all there was, so what value is a few years of a false something.  There remains, only nothing.

I recently heard a wise man say, “I don’t believe in God, I know in God.”  I like that.  As a writer I am commissioned to write what I know.  I have never been to Heaven, or swam in the fiery lakes of hell, but I do believe they are real.  Much like I believe there is a center of the earth, and a heart in my chest, I believe gravity and heartbeats are felt, and not seen.  I therefore can only tell what I believe, and if you need a demon wing, or a pillar of heaven, then I can’t help you.  All I can do, is show you that you have a value beyond your physical pattern, I can take that invisible magic that is called love, and send it floating on the invisible air, to land on your invisible soul.  Love, for the sake of simply showing it exists.  It rhymes with the purpose of God.  It shows God.  It is God.

 

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

Life is a quick sneeze, (Hii Ku!) bless you

by ZacharyWGilbert

Ruminate on life.

value in health, kids,

and loving wife.

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Work to support

family, only one goal

warm childhood soul

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Love, silky red mist

clothe my weary heart.

 Life anew with kiss.

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Time becomes soft

moments are fragile, gray,

memories are lost.

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High above Earth,

life looks so very simple,

death is birth

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

 

Let your tale, be poured into my ears

by ZacharyWGilbert

My friends, I humbly ask for you to consider the following notions, before you release the swarm.  In conversation, with other human beings that inhabit this world, please entertain the idea that their story doesn’t match yours.  All people, perhaps, have unique back stories, that may identify them, haunt them, or inspire them. The fibrous stands of time are woven together for us all over years and years of experiences.  Yet, the patterns, shapes, and perspectives are vastly different.  Some fabric is cut, some are burned, some have vibrant stories and colors, some depict great tragedies.  Words are not defined by your strings, but by theirs.  Father, may be a word that is equal to the devil.  Mother may mean perpetual anger and criticism.  Please dear friends, I beg you to pause, and allow rumination to take your thoughts on a flight.  High above your own city and town, where events that have happened to you are lost, and the vast landscapes of another person unfold below you.  Become the Hawk, high in the cool breeze, seeking to capture their story, hiding in the rocks.  Swoop down, and consume their tale.  Live, with them in their moment of storytelling.  Listen, learn, and most importantly, love.

 Take the institution of marriage.  Why, to me, it is a fine thing.  My parents stayed married their whole life, as did my wife’s parents.  I watched them endure mighty storms, but they were as steadfast as a rocky shore.  My tale, is my tale.  Other souls may have the word marriage fall upon their ears as a ball of thorns beings pushed into their heart with a glowing orange iron from the fire.  A man may have used his might and authority to foul innocence.  A woman may insult a child because they remind her of the man who failed, and left her alone.  There are thousands and thousands of stories.  Consider, listening.  Discover what life is to someone else.

The swarm of your words, waits like an army.  As the ruler you choose what to arm them with, when you unleash them into conversation.  Will you attack in foolishness, or will you send an unarmed scout, with ready pen and blank page to learn the tale of life, from another.

My friends, please consider carefully concerning the swarm.  For if you attack, for the sake of yourself, you will become a defined agent of pain, and burn another thread of time black before it is sewn permanent into the tapestry of someone else’s life.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert