Freddy,Yeah!....Not your Teddy Bear!

 
 
This image is fuzzy because it was captured using a camera phone.I tried some editing,using Picassa, but this is the best result I got.

Eagle In The Valley: An Aching Heart & A Watery Eye

I am in a state I haven't been in for a good while.
These adjectives will capture it :fragile,delicate,sensitive,vulnerable and prone.
I was shattered recently by a call I got. Now I am hanging in a state of uncertainty and insecurity, afraid to project into the future, scared that I may see in it a resemblance to my past.
Then comes writing to the rescue.
Writing sure does help in this state ,where flashes of thoughts come into the mind and are gone as soon as they come.It forcefully and inescapably pins them down on paper.
I wonder why I never did it before.It is a great way of letting off steam cos it comes with creativity which is a good exercise for the mind. If you are a stickler to order as I am , it helps you sweep together scattered and shattered emotions into a single pile for possible mending.
It serves this purpose too,like pictures still moments of time, so do words freeze emotions and thoughts for future reference and study.You get to study your feelings much like a psychologist,in a detached,third party like manner, making judgements not muddied up by sentiments.
Sometimes, I feel absolutely depressed, unwillingly as a child to be cheered with toys.Feeling like my world has crashed beyond redemption,overwhelmed by the forces driving my life.Feeling like a pawn in a chess game between the forces of Good and Evil , but then again,sometimes, I feel like a king on that same chess board.
I expect to be up in the mountain again soon .So friends, check back for an update.
Author's Comment:
I haven't blogged for a while.I admire the fluidity as opposed to the restrained manner of poetic writings.

’Tis Finished! The Messiah Dies

’Tis finished! The Messiah dies,
Cut off for sins, but not His own:
Accomplished is the sacrifice,
The great redeeming work is done.

’Tis finished! all the debt is paid;
Justice divine is satisfied;
The grand and full atonement made;
God for a guilty world hath died.

The veil is rent in Christ alone;
The living way to heaven is seen;
The middle wall is broken down,
And all mankind may enter in.

The types and figures are fulfilled;
Exacted is the legal pain;
The precious promises are sealed;
The spotless Lamb of God is slain.

The reign of sin and death is o’er,
And all may live from sin set free;
Satan hath lost his mortal power;
’Tis swallowed up in victory.

Saved from the legal curse I am,
My Savior hangs on yonder tree:
See there the meek, expiring Lamb!
’Tis finished! He expires for me.

Accepted in the Well-beloved,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
I see the bar to heaven removed;
And all Thy merits, Lord, are mine.

Death, hell, and sin are now subdued;
All grace is now to sinners given;
And lo, I plead the atoning blood,
And in Thy right I claim Thy heaven!

Charles Wesley :1707-1788

The Cold Within

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold
Each possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw one not of his church
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.


by James Patrick Kinney

My Turning Point

The bus was rushing on,
Even as my thoughts wandered on,
Fears,worries,uncertainties,fully turned on.

The Future seemed hollow
I didnt find rest on that Pillow.
The Past I am running from fast,
Yet the Present, I did resent.
Then,
He broke into my thoughts,
The one whom many times I had fought!
My Lord spoke, this time I didn't treat it as a joke.
I listened intently, ready every word to soak.

It paid off, my demons got laid off.
I have learned lessons,
They are now my blessings.

I am no more deceived,
Cos I have met the "I AM" and received,
The message of the hour ,
Now I'm freed, from values that made my youth sour.

Do you know what I mean ?
That bondage that exists in your teen!
Fashions,passions,attractions and lack of attention,
Fantasies,fallacies,philosophies and emulations?

I am glad to be born again,
Although Hell is mad I shall escape it's burning Flames.
An Original work of Freddy's!