March 24, 2010 Proverbs

Proverbs 9:13-18

Addiction drowns out all other voices.
That is her only defense.
Should the voice of reason...
The whisper of wisdom...
ever slip through...
Folly would shatter.
So she screams in desperation
and like fools we listen.
We think that words we hear easily
are important.
worthwhile.
that secrets bring power.
Yet the silence of a secret
hides a shroud of ice.
Addiction is proud.
But her only companions
are the dead.



Proverbs 4:20-22

Shhhhhhhhhh......
listen......
Do not lose what you hear.
These words are precious.
beyond a price...
Hearing them has cost you much.
All.
Would you throw that away?
Misplace it carelessly?
No.
Grasp it with all your might.
frail tho your strength may be.
The words themselves have power
enough
To hold you
If you only try
To hold them.



Proverbs 3:1-2

There is a simplicity
in obedience.
Simply follow
and you will live.



Proverbs 4:4-8

My words are a ladder
falling down to you
down there
in the dark.
My words shine
like life itself.
Follow them and they will become
life
itself.
Embrace them.
Drink them up.
before you perish.
Clutch them
white knuckled.
They are the only light
you have ever known.
And now that you know,
How can you turn from them?
They show you yourself.
You scream.
You would run
but how can you.
how could you.
Though you are unbearable,
Though you have nothing to give,
Nothing to trade...
Hold tight.
Hold tight.
Hold tight to the glory
to the wonder
to the awe.
Tho you fall to your knees
and are dragged through the dust
Hold tight
and smile
in the warmth.



Proverbs 1:20-21

A voice is calling
calling for all to hear.
Only a fool would close her ears...
only a fool.....



James 1:22-25

God's light is searing
revealing what I long to hide.
Showing me no shades of grey
merely God
or not God.
No fuzzy edges.
Sharp delineation.
so sharp
it cuts me to my very soul.
If I open my eyes and look
then I must go forward.
For now I can see the path.
If I close my eyes
the shades of grey
the watercolor world of me
closes back in
surrounding me
with its cold familiarity.
Hiding from me the chasms...
the clarity of the real world.
Is it safer to close my eyes
to the danger?
To live
in false security?
I am no ostrich.
I will open my eyes
Though now I must step forward...
And in doing so
I make my choice.