I was looking at a dying man who was asking me for a stone I had in my pocket. He wanted it to survive, but he was a sinner—because a book said he made fun of people and abused them. I watched him grow pale and wondered: should I help him because of his situation, or let him die because of his deeds? Then I thought, why should I care? And I continued walking along the footpath.
There comes that day, inevitable day
when God will have had enough.
When His promises, humans overstay
hence, He will have his rebuff.
God's covenants come with a consequence
as we humans play the fool.
His forgiveness appraises disobedience;
and He governs with sovereign rule.
Is it selfish to pray, "Lord, Jesus, come
to take your children home"?
Such brings the destruction of earth's kingdom;
yet shall tribulation convert some?
Away with the pretense of our praise;
God knows the song of our hearts,
His justice rolls as the rivers raise,
judgment will stream as His Spirit departs.
I light the match
And watch the flame flicker.
The flame is bright,
A beautiful blue, orange and yellow.
I know that if I touch this flame
I’ll be burned. Perhaps scarred.
But as I stare at this dancing flame
All I can think of is the beauty.
So I reach out with my other hand,
Slowly, tentatively, purposefully.
But then I stop, look at the flame.
And I think about what I’m doing.
Then I drop the match.
I watch the flame, stare at it.
In the back of my mind hoping I don’t get burned.
CONSEQUENCES inevitable effect of everyday events
What worthy upshot holds in store
is integrity which counts for more.
"Hoping all your consequences are happy ones."
Bob Barker on Truth or Consequences
Mediacraft attacks could conclude
if words split wrong from right.
Grace and mercy would grant latitude
but truth would upend the fight.
Worthy upshot holds much in store
yet, integrity is worth much more
Worthy upshot
worthy upshot
would find mediacrats ending word wars
for lying is moral turpitude, depravity, sin.
But who finds truth absolute anymore?
Can you hear consequence? Is it calling?
Will we ever turn to face the weather?
Hush little lamb; all your senseless bawling.
Blinded by our choices; a braided tether.
Striding in cadence with the bellwether.
We’ll soon have to answer; all together.
So often, I contemplate
The extraordinary consequence of being
Beholding majesty of dawn
In quilted colors, salmon blush and coral pink
When laced with morning blue, I think
How can I explain the world, its beauty unsurpassed
And my ability to see
What I can’t fully understand
When tasting of the fruits at hand
Of cherries red or grapes of violet vine
To still the wine that teases thirsty lips
Why and how, I can’t explain
So then again I ponder, how it is that I remain
To bear the fragrance of the night
When sunset in its splendor kisses a magenta sky
To yield forever souvenirs
Listening through my eager ears to graceful melody
Be it Whip-poor-will or Lark
As they pierce the lonely dark
I still can’t comprehend
And yet my hands extend
To sense the purity, the brush of velvet snow
To compliment all that I am seeing
To boast the consequence of being
I almost died, for loving
who didn't love me...
But I revived, in love for
who just loved me for...
I almost died looking
inconsequential loves...
For life undoubtedly
happens in this plot:
we live for the best, and
for the worst that we feel...!
——— A FIGMENT OF CONSEQUENCE
the thermostat’s kept so low ~ my amputated phantom-pained toes freeze
(c) sally young eslinger 1/15/23
Decisions, decisions, weighin' heavy on my mind,
Like a mannequin, frozen in time.
One brain, one mind, tryin' to make sense,
Of the math and the choices, the cause and the consequence.
Sometimes it feels like I'm tryin' to understand,
A world full of malice, with a closed off heart and hand.
But I keep on pushin', tryin' to see the light,
'Cause I know deep down, everything will be alright.
So I keep on movin', makin' my choices with care,
Hoping that the consequences, won't bring me no despair.
The shaman knew of it's great power.
Of its ability to show the reality of life.
When those demons are driven out.
Breaking the bad habit of living cheap.
Instead living an examined way of life.
In the war of truth and love against sin.
Always a lopsided challenge of ideology.
Well known in the land of masterminds.
As per the Great Gathering of Gratitude.
Where the dying release the propaganda.
And accept the notion that it doesn't end.
The humans are vested in fleshly armor.
Not aware they use it each and every day.
How instinct preserves the power of thought.
To raise up the common man's use of will.
Until we each control ourselves to the end.
To follow a new kind of love relationship.
A love that holds no secrets or false fielty.
Where there are wide eyes and throat lumps.
And a desire to follow the voice of conscience.
To fear not that your life be as an open book.
For the pure of heart is the lighthouse of love.
And has a face like a moment of freshness.
That looks out with still eyes...at nothing.
After months of wearing masks
People are left to decide
The choice of not wearing mask
In the absence of a crowd
Astonished, anxious, scared
Happy, tension free, hopeful
But make a tough choice
And the choice is yours
The consequence is yours
The responsibility is yours
The danger is yours
The life is yours
But make a choice with no regret
Life is full of choices too
Tough but unresistable
But for every choice
The consequence is yours
Look before you leap
Think thrice before you act
Regret no cure
Sometimes
We pay for forced desires
In one way or another
Seeing spirals of Andromeda's dish
flinging itself towards the Milky Way;
many billion stars stuck in divine drama.
Through Gaia Observatory's scope eyes -
seems like two Ospreys warring in the skies.
Yet yields colossal change, spun at light speeds.
Seeing clearly our own old origins,
for mortals, this is how it all begins.
Knowing the truth may relieve one's worry,
hear earth's dynamic galactic story.
We're such specks, one of trillions;
in its vastness, aren't many minions.
Seeing one's self on our globe, universe;
always has had deep meaning for humans.
These billions of spheres shall surely collide,
the laws of physics cannot be denied.
Orbiting at an edge of our disk's swirl,
this galaxy's end will likely unfurl.
I is such a small word, just a line between two points,
A measure with a limit to its distance.
WE becomes a structure formed of complimentary lines;
A framework giving meaning to existence:
Meaning to our heartbeat, meaning to our breath,
Meaning to the pain of birth and meaning to our death,
A reason and a purpose that define humanity
In the context of the consequence of WE.
I is such a small word standing plain and unadorned,
The TREE of LIFE stripped bare of all its branches.
WE becomes a landscape, vast horizons, verdant depths,
A forest where the human spirit dances:
Dances wild and joyous, dances proud and strong,
Dances with abandon while the songbirds chirp along.
A glorious example for the likes of YOU and ME
Fully conscious of the consequence of WE.
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