Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Fruit of a Tree

by CHICKMELIONfreelance



I am told that there are many forms of blessings. Some are like the canola seeds. Which springs up quickly, well suiting it’s purpose for the short term. It provides for a season, then has completed it’s task and evaporates into thin air. And yet like any form of life it takes opportunity to replicate it’s self as a positive form of energy rippling outwards bearing further seeds for the next season; awaiting the next time a quick fix is in dire need. These blessings can present themselves as; a lesson learned, an opportunity that presented it’s self, or even as simple as a smile sent your way just at the right time. There is nothing wrong with a quick solution; it has it’s merits for it’s situation. Who hasn’t needed a quick solution now and again?


In contrast, some blessings are not fulfilled with quick and easy solutions. These require long term consideration, effort, dedication, and an apprenticeship of sorts. They have roots to fortify, foundations to develop, and spreading blessings to branch out with. To pay forward with,… and are of great impact not only to the original receiver, but also as a ripple effect outward. These blessings are the fruit tree. You put it in the ground as; a thought, idea, answer to a circumatance, and wonder if it ever will show it’s self..But when it does, it provides fruit consistently, and not only for a season, but for generations. So if your situation is pressing, and your eyes fail for seeking solutions, your voice raw from constant longing prayer, don’t despair!

Though the answers seem to tarry, the situation tells me that you are growing a beautiful and bountiful fruit tree. Something that will give you great joy and reward in it’s own time. Consider then your aches and pains , your patience, and your longsuffering as developing a legacy of sorts. As a bountiful blessing providing shade for not only you but your prosterity as well. That you can sit under and recount how bountiful He has blessed you.

WHEN I LEARN TO FLY


When I Learn To Fly...
I am a well crafted, amply blessed, lovingly painted, hand molded soul.
Made by ONE... as a unique entity in a universe of unique entities.
For the time being I am apprenticing in the safety of a molecular body,
( I look at it as protective gear for a game called life.)
I am charged with for the most part positive energy,
which I learn to regenerate from both heaven and earth.
Thus I learn to honor Father and Mother.
I am a replica of the universe.
I demonstrate to myself and to those who look at me,
the unity and balance that we all are.
Many in one... and one in many.
Working in conjunction yet as individuals; ever moving, ever evolving, ever changing, ever growing and ever seeking universal balance.
I am learning to be in this fluidity without being a harm.
Kicking at the "Oneness" .
Causing it to be off balance by my choices.
I learn the universal rule, "seek balance as a singular entity".
I learn not to be a free-radical that threatens.
I learn there is nothing new under the sun,
all is cyclical, for us all to learn.
I am taught that as bacteria threatens a molecular body, (as my eyes behold)....
my choices threaten the heavenly body, (as my spiritual eye beholds.)
I am as you are... and as all children born are;
proof that our creator has not lost faith in us.
Has not given up on mankind.
That all is not for nothing.
I am freedom of choice.
I am learning by freedom of choice.
I am free to build or destroy.
I am free to in a molecular state see the consequences of these choices.
Feel the consequences.
This choice is not infringed upon by He who crafted me.
It is His tool, as a wise parent, which allows me to taste, test, and see the integrity of positive by knowing negative.
For how then can I know the fullness of joy unless I have something to measure it with?
How then can I appreciate my soul unless it is bound by my molecular shroud?
By the wisdom of ONE, I am ever growing to a point where I will no longer need my shroud of a body to protect me.
I will have learned to be a heavenly body....
I will have learned to make my foot print light.

I will have learned to fly.....

I'm Gonna Try Peace

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Gonna lay my head down in the sand,
let the wind blow over my face.
Gonna render my body to the land,
and give it my sweet tears to taste.
Gonna lay my sword down on the soil
I am not going to swing it no more,
I have nothing to show for all the toil,
been stalemated , “settling the score.”
Gonna put my hands behind my back,
and let the will of heaven flow,
pray for some mercy to put me on track,
and refresh a weary parched soul.
Going to pick up a staff to hold instead,
and try to walk a mile in bare feet.
Gonna listen to what history has said
and pound my drum to a different beat.
Hold words in my mouth of a different plan,
and learn a whole different speech.
Gonna hold them to action as best as I can…
this time I gonna try PEACE!

There is a claim that miracles
are the fancy of imaginations;
and indeed they will be
if you are not open to receive them.
If you hold no faith,
if you do not use your eyes to see them,
if your definition is to tightly wrapped.
All these blocking the vital energy
that all miracles flow on.

You can not see
if you do not look!.
No one will hear you
if you do not speak.
Indeed you will not be tested ,
if you do not stand up for something,
but again....
you will never need a miracle either!
Nor will you experience the euphoria
of being blessed by one ,
unless you put yourself out there in faith,
standing firm in your convictions.

Life is a miracle in it's self,
and you would be squandering your life
unless you put yourself out there as well

by CMD