Jesse Fast

I wish to be a wall...
A great expanse of white,
An empty space to write upon,
For paintings great and small.
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Have you ever felt the warmth,
Of the sun at morning's dawn?
Or gazed in wonder at the stars,
Shining ever on and on?
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There are conflicts all around us,
Some are won with much acclaim.
Men may walk away as victors,
They may cloak themselves in fame.
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Listen... Hear the angels singing?
Can you hear the joyous call?
Peace on earth and joy to mankind,
How I marvel at it all...
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My life was caught in disarray,
My faith was weak and shaken.
I sought for peace in dark dismay,
All joy from life was taken.
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Do not be a metal tree,
An ugly blight for all to see.
Be a sheen of lovely green,
A kind and peaceful scene.
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We seek The King,
We have traveled far.
We come to worship,
We have seen His star.
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Every life on earth is a canvas,
Living palette of life ever vast.
Each breath is a shade of color,
One brushstroke, and then it’s past.
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There are millions all around us,
Who are crying out for rest.
Men are dying with no Savior,
And no hope of Heaven’s bliss.
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I wish to think outside the box
Leave all the simple boring stuff
And think and think until at last
My complex brain has had enough
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Listen for the strident chorus,
And story told by many.
Hear the clamoring of men.
Vociferous cacophony.
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When in your heart it's snowing
And icy winds tell phantom tales
If your heart is awash with sorrow
And your thoughts are a thousand trails
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There’s a swelling chorus rising,
From the breath of humankind.
There are tunes that keep on ringing,
Ever from the earthly, finite mind.
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I thought I had it all...
My life, my look, my time.
But as my life unfolded,
The words did not all rhyme.
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We crested a hill in the midlands,
There, rising above the woodlands,
A steeple of yore majestically rose.
Statute and still; only peace it knows.
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Sleeping, yet listening, under an overcast sky...
The stark earth waits... The barren trees whisper.
The brittle brown grasses sigh in their slumber.
The waters are still... expressionless, frozen...
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In the space of fleeting time
There dwells a steady constant
A birth, a life, and then it ends
But Eternal treasures remain...
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The first day dawned… life had begun.
A journey was started… a way chosen.
From dusty beginnings, life had arisen.
A breath taken… a heartbeat quickened.
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The earth is full of the things we love,
From the coyote's call, to the morning dove.
The moon shines on a blackened night,
And little things glisten in its light.
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In the calmness of the evening,
And the hush of eventide,
Near a fire brightly burning,
I can lay my cares aside.
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