LIBERTY

It's Independance Day. That means we are free. Yet my heart breaks to think of all those who are not free to love you. And yet they do. For how can we not love our Maker when he comes to us and holds out his hands. Take my hand and feel. Love is freely given. You do not have to cry because you will never be betrayed. It's Independance Day. Release yourself from all that shackles you.

WOMAN AT THE WELL

I made a painting of the woman at the well. And I gave it to Father Micheal. It is special to me because it speaks of how Jesus transcended race.

Makes me wonder whether we can be like him. Because we are made in his image and we must be like him. Can we trancend race.

There he was at the well. And he spoke to her, a Samaritan woman. Why do you speak to me, she asked. Because she had been used to being rejected because of her race.

" If you know who I am you would ask me for water and I would give you living water and you would no longer thirst..."

Why did he tell her that? Tell me what your heart tells you... wake up your spirit and let me know... for I wonder too... what he speaks to you

DARK NIGHT

It is dark
My friend
Without you

No comforting hand
No knowing eyes
No warm silence

It is cold and dark
Without you

ABSENT FRIEND

O friend of my heart

I do not know where you are or when your are returning

You vanished with a promise

That you would call

And I will wait for you

Friend of my heart

When You Wake

When you wake

The sky will bring you

To your destiny

YOU ARE MORE FREE THAN I

Friend in the same sky,
I just realized
You are more brave than I
More real
More free than I

You struggled and you strived
As for me I have nearly forgotten
What it was like to believe

And to be a channel of Peace

You are Gods gift to me

For he knew I was so lonely

and he gave me you

two lonely souls

who just found each other

Will I wait till tomorrow

Or another far away day

To say

From the depth of my heart

You have my love

Leaving the cave

Swift and unseen
the eagle emerged from the cave
the cave where eagles go
when they can hardly fly
his beak was smaller
from rubbing against
the rough walls
and the pain was
now a memory
he was lighter
almost
almost




free free free free


are we are we are we are we







free free free free



to believe

SPIRIT

Favourite book

My favourite book is written by John. I am attatching what I found about this book.

The Gospel of John Of the four gospels, John presents the highest Christology, describing him as the Logos who is the Arche (a Greek term for "existed from the beginning" or "the ultimate source of all things"), teaching at length about his identity as savior, and possibly declaring him to be God.[4]
Compared to the Synoptic Gospels, John focuses on Jesus' mission to bring the Logos ("Word", "Wisdom", "Reason" or "Rationality") to his disciples. Only in John does Jesus talk at length about himself, including a substantial amount of material Jesus shared with the disciples only. Here Jesus' public ministry consists largely of miracles not found in the Synoptics, including raising Lazarus from the dead. In John, Jesus, not his message, has become the object of veneration.[3] Certain elements of the synoptics (such as parables, exorcisms, and possibly the Second Coming) are not found in John.

COMING OUT

RAIN PEACE

CAVE OF EAGLES

There was a cave at the side of the mountain . Eagles would go there to think. In the darkness they would hear a voice telling them to rub their beaks against the rough walls of the cave. It was painfull....They would hear a voice... as one Eagle did... an Eagle I know....A voice that said " Pull out those tired feathers... and new ones will grow..."

Was he afraid..?

I don't know... he did not tell me...

What I know is that this Eagle did it...

Obeying the voice...

He pulled out the tired feathers...

It was painfull....

" Is this a mistake? "

He wondered...

But he kept on pulling at himself until his skin was revealed

And it hurt

Sure it hurt

and he wondered if he would ever fly again...






he is in this cave

where Eagles go



In this cave of the unknown



he gave up all that he knew

for all that he wanted to know

WHERE CAN I FIND YOU?

In My Dreams

Golden Bird

I live in a Golden Cage
And eat the crumbs you pack
I learn the songs you teach me
And you tell me I do it well
And you give me the chance
To be the performer

But will you give me the chance
to fly?

One day you'll be
a VIP
you tell me

To that I must aspire

But I have seen...
Golden Birds
sacrifice their souls

And I start to wonder...
Are you asking me
To sacrifice mine?

Give me a chance
To fly

Give me a chance
To fly

Rain and Pain

I was looking for this bird when I heard a voice cry
I want to leave this cage
but I can't find the key

I stood at the door
But I could not pass through

And then what was worst

I would no longer reach you

Friend on the outside
Can you feel what's it like on the inside
Where I cannot be what I know
I was born to be

So I am am searching for the bird from the mountain

Won't you tell him I am aching

Aching for Freedom

Freedom to learn

Aching for freedom

Freedom to learn







And the mountain heard his cries
And cried from way up high
The mountain cried so deeply
It was plain to see

The bird was not coming

And the bird could not be seen

And so the rain brought no relive but pain






Where is my mountain bird?

The mountain bird flying near me



I can sense

But I can't see


And that's why I must write this for you

For the bird is with you too

Or have your lost it?

Or have you put it in a cage?

Mountain Bird Mikail

Are you looking for a mountain bird? I am. I have looked for this bird for a long , long time and recently I sensed his presence... and that's why I have created this blog... to share this with you