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Lawrence S. Pertillar

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They Can Not Connect With His Presence


I have no concerns about you understanding me now.
I did yesterday.
But then you had been within those times too long.
I was wrong to say you were not observant.
So wrong was I to wonder why,
You could not envision what I saw...
With my own eyes.

I had been looking at the affects.
And you were hopelessly wishing...
And not in a receptive mood.
As the skies above you,
Came to impose.
You ran...
Feeling threatened.

Now you wish for comprehension.
You desire a suspension of a pace in time...
That speeds through minds.
Adapting quick to changes.

That 'gap' has widened.
There are those who ride a cresting wave.
As others sit...
Contemplating the tossing of pebbles into ponds.
To ponder their existence...
With persistent ego!
Satisfied to stir a ripple or two.
If they choose to do it.
Satisfied and convinced...
Each ripple resulted from their invention.
With a decided intention meant!

And when clouds darken and thunder roars...
They run.
And when rain and winds begin to blow.
They seek shelter.
Sometimes stunned,
By the outcome that is done.

And when lightening strikes...
All who sought peace,
Become frightened.
Enlightenment at times,
Introduces fears produced.
Some prefer to be sedated.
To become seduced by indifference.

The origin of this they wish they knew!
Even though they pray to God.
They can not connect with His presence.
Only if they could...
They would walk and talk with Him.
Only if they could...
Listen when He speaks.
Only if they could...
Learn and observe from His teachings!
Only if they could...
But they can not accept Him.
When He shows Himself as He is!
Beyond conflicting restrictions!
Or...
Needing not a preacher,
To interpret or come to His aid at all!
He 'IS'...ALL!

They perceive Him with golden tresses.
With a tenderness as He blesses!
However...
These images,
Though impressive.
Will never address...
God's awesomeness!
Delivered.

But too many have expectations,
With preferences.
And God...
If He so chooses,
Could take away any breath one breathes.
Whether or not...
They profess in confessions,
He lives!

And those who know this,
Need not speak...
With a rote and spoken,
Scriptured verses rehearsed.
Those who know this,
Need not speak.

They sit with God and feel blessed.
They hear and see God,
From a higher consciousness.
And submitting to IT!
IT is benevolent.
And 'if' God can bestow upon them peace?
A mind becomes also rested.

I have no concerns about you understanding me now.
I did yesterday.
But then you had been within those times too long.
I was wrong to say you were not observant.
So wrong was I to wonder why,
You could not envision what I saw...
With my own eyes.
I had been looking at the affects.
And you were hopelessly wishing...
With artifacts held.
And not in a receptive mood.
As the skies above you,
Came to impose.
You ran...
Feeling threatened.

And those who truly accept God...
Or 'whatever' one chooses to call 'This' presence.
IT has been here,
Long before it was decided...
By a limitation to keep IT distant.
As a circumstance that comes to annoy.
And this arrogance has not gone undetected.
God employs all that He 'is'!
To gather undivided attention.
With an intention meant.

Submitted: Sunday, June 08, 2008

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