Poetry

My old friend Poem by Michael R. Sears 2-1-2019

My old friend,
I remember when,
We looked at stars
And drove cars,
To the edge of the universe,
To peer beyond time,
To discern the rhyme,
The beginning and end?
Star Trek did not find us,
Nor did the ballad of science,
We made music for something lost,
The valleys and hills heard our beat.
But it was lost in forest heat.
The thirsty trees drank the note,
That made the music float.

And now you manipulate wonder,
And encounter silent thunder,
With power of a Quasar flow,
God breathing life to make one grow.

Have I become the fool to rage,
Against science, falsely so called?
To know even galaxies are innumerable,
Goes far beyond the riddle of stars,
Yet Christ, the creator of it all,
Came here to this one single blue dot,
And died once, for just humanity,
And all the rest was a testament.
God’s painting hung in the sky.
One we can never reach,
But whose creation can teach,
If we would but hear the call,
So faint. So faint and fading into the night,
Not long left to ponder,
Not long left to saunter.
Does only darkness come?
Or is it the fires of hell?
Or does some light reveal the way?
Only you can make that choice.
Only you can open that special door,
With your one unique key,
Isolated in all of history,
You are a singularity,
Given by the Almighty.

Either living creation is true,
Or evolution desolate, dead & blue,
But not both and never could the two,
Live in a God created world.

I must tell you things to reveal your need,
For when I meet those who prayed for you,
To know their prayers were not fruit that dried
And fell into the worm’s belly,
We probably will not remember those not there,
Or else our joy would be sorrow.
Life is short and time we borrow.

My old friend,
Open that wonderful mind of yours,
And let in the Spirit of the Almighty,
The One who created all time and space.
Accept Christ as your Saviour, not some religious Jesus,
The one that says jump through hoops and be here Sunday,
But the one who created and sustains the universe,
The one who knows the rhyme and the end of time.
And is the maker of science who fixed the line.
Be born again to realize the creation,
And know the devil has lied to many,
And stolen from rich and poor,
And slaughtered the pure.

We must realize that nobility,
Pride, education, intelligence, or fame,
Can bring rejection of Christ, crafting shame,
Making destitute and poor.
Our gold paves the ice cold floor.
Empty diamonds upon our door.
Erudition, science and sedition,
Lurk beyond the dark petition.
The devil came to steal and kill.
Christ came to save and heal,
The lamb slain from the foundation of creation.

Get out your Bible now. Read it. Pray.
Ask Christ to show you the way,
And the real treasure of truth and knowledge.
Desire beyond all else, to know real love.
Ask Christ to show you the Spirit’s dove,
And you may become a poor man like me,
Wealthy & fulfilled beyond wildest reality.

I love you, not because you’re great, or rich, or smart, but just because you are,
My old friend!

(Start out by reading Proverbs and Ecclesiastes in a Holy Bible, then read John. If you have already become a born again Christian when you read this poem, just disregard or read it with a new perspective….
I’ll be praying for you, as I have been all along.
One of my web sites is www.biblewar.com.)

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