You’re Living On The Surface

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I don’t remember what mood or incident triggered this rather “different” drafting;
rather more outspoken, and opinionated, and judgemental (?)  than my usual.
It is almost a rant – a departure from my normal voice, but I feel
that it was put in me for a reason; that it is a rant against the enemy,
and that a special someone will benefit by hearing it, and I pray
the Holy Spirit sends it where it should go:

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You’re Living On The Surface

I see you up there where my own self once languished,
Pleasure seeker.
(Never think that I deem myself better than you,
For I have been you
And am you)
But at the same time,
This is how the endteller said it would be;
That most would not see past their hands
Feel past their skins
Think past their morning coffee
Their all-day coffee-chased pills
Their evening intox
Giving themselves away in so many imaginative ways
Their sinn-amon laced, caffeine-based,
Red-saffron blood-fed
Self-stimulated surge
And purge
And urge
And gorge
Huge, insatiable appetites whet
Tiny, urgent, skimming lives.

Food, drink, pleasure, weep;
Slather, blather, rinse, repeat.
Rat-race to anxiety,
Retreat into a fetal sleep.

Where Me, Myself, and I is a
meaningful relationship.

Loving only love is false.
Where the tee-vee is the mirror
And the mirror is queen,
Where desperation-devastation has the taste of sinn-amon
Sin-ammonia
Sin-pneumonia
Stinking poison
Sin euphoria
Where life’s meaning wades in a shallow, muddy puddle
And no new taste
(sing this part to your favorite tune)
No new place
No new clothing
No new feeling
No new art
No new wine
No new toy
No new noise
No new bauble
No new ring
No new car
No new poem
No new scenery
No new skin
No new lie
No new anything can satisfy for long.
No new association is a satiation anymore
And even the plaintive inside voice
That says “there must be something more”
Is fading.
This is how the endteller said it would be
Oh, Beautiful,
Oh, sad, lost, desperate pleasure seeker.
Oh youthful, doomed, nightmare dreamer.
And there’s no way out but more of the same
More of the same
More of the shame
More of the same…

The elusive answer is hiding in plain sight:
Awaken from surface sleep,
For morning awaits with gifts in her hands.
Transforming and new
For there is much more than you have seen or imagined.
Dive deep beneath the flotsam of an empty existence
Dive deep to where Love Himself waits well beyond the shallows
Though you may not love Love yet,
There, in the depths where you are loved so intensely,
Is a start
Is your ransom
Is your beginning
Is your only hope
Dive deep, drown in Love
Oh, Beautiful, becoming, emerging seeker.
Astound the endteller
Dare the depths and be saved from the nowhere-place
The nothing-time
Of a surface-self existence.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Carol Ann Hoel
    Jun 01, 2013 @ 18:04:22

    I could feel the pain as I read this one. Blessings to you, Len…

  2. Gloryteller
    Jun 01, 2013 @ 23:45:47

    I feel badly for the ones who might see themselves in this work. God so loves them, but there are too many cheap substitutes to distract, distort, disappoint, delude, and destroy their perception of that truth. If that is missed, life flounders in the shallows where there is little hope. :/ 😦 :{

    Peace to you, C-Ann. 🙂

  3. Sheryl Wright Stinchcum
    Jun 22, 2013 @ 23:29:09

    Your writing is exceptional. Beautiful poetry with substance. Keep writing. I love your word pictures.

    • Gloryteller
      Jun 23, 2013 @ 00:00:57

      Oh, my goodness! What a kind compliment from someone whose style I really respect!
      Thank you so much for your encouragement. (You do have that Divine gift)
      I always try to pay encouragement forward.
      We have some things like hiking and liking to be alone with the Lord in common, so I deem you a sister.
      I was a microbiologist for 20 years, then a landscaper/nurseryman, then a home-builder. I never considered writing until God revealed Himself to me in supernatural, miraculous ways and drew me to Him and saved me. I was astounded when He said “Write For Me”! I had no idea how to write, but He provided everything and the love of doing it besides!
      I will have to lay any awards I get at His feet! I will keep writing! You too! Thanks again, new friend, sister, mentor. Rejoice in His grace, and may His blessing be upon you!
      Len

  4. Gloryteller
    Jun 23, 2013 @ 00:24:46

    Your kindness is exceptional! Almighty God provided me with a “style” all my own. He provided me with everything when I had little, pertaining to writing. Everything you see is from Him. Sometimes I feel I’m a poor interpreter, but I keep on because He wants me to. He also gave me the love of painting word pictures, so it’s a relatively “easy” thing to do. Have you ever felt the Holy Spirit flowing out through your fingers and onto the canvas of a page? I suspect you have, but if not, keep at it until you do. It’s the most astounding sensation.
    Love and blessings be yours.

  5. Gloryteller
    Jun 23, 2013 @ 00:31:19

    Side note: Did anyone notice the “cross” that appears in the middle of this piece?
    I was amazed when I saw it, but not surprised. I could have engineered something like that, but I didn’t. It was a nod from God.

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