Omniscience

* I wrote this poem over a year ago - on a computer that has had it's share of problems booting up -  I finally got the computer working and found this poem which I had forgotten I had written and never found its way to anything other than an inactive hard drive  -so I thought I would post it today.  It is from a time when I was in a dark mood, as evidenced by only one positive line (the final line) in the whole poem -

Omniscience

By Steve Loggins 6/16/09

Naked before the Lord we kneel, our putrid state is soon revealed

To everyone else, He already sees – our utter existence of depravity

The best we are is leprosy, the whited spots of misery

No wholesomeness will e’er be seen, our mistaken attempts at dignity

What fools we are who will not see that no good thing resides in me

In you, in us; we cannot tell, that the best we do still warrants Hell.

He sees, He knows, He orchestrates, all events that seal our fate

Tho' we might try to wage debate, we still have sin written on our slate 

No mortal mind can comprehend the vastness of it all

The world that was, that we have now resulting from The Fall

Nor what will be because He deigned to drink the bitter gall

Of the Father’s wrath against our sin – He left Heaven’s hall

He knew it then, He knows it now, His suffering foretold

So man might leave this wicked place to walks the streets of Gold.

End of the Rope

by Steve Loggins

6/20/2010

Hand over hand, with legs intertwined,

my grip is so tired, I almost lose hope,

“Is there a rescue?”, I’ve almost resigned

to give it all up and let go of the rope.

Onward and upward or downward it seems,

I’ve lost all sense of direction,

a little gain, a little loss, no time for dreams,

only a struggling correction.

And suddenly, there’s no more rope,

no knots on which to climb or rest,

“What now?’ I ask, as I flailingly grope

for anything that I might possess.

The end of the rope.... I’ve heard of this

but I’ve never been here before,

Some think it hangs over a dark abyss

while others hope that there’s more

I look around and see no aid,

no ground on which to stand,

My helplessness makes me afraid

of where I now might land.

My strength is gone, I must let go

and fall to who knows where

My terror of the unknown grows

so on I cling and say a prayer.

“Can you help me?”, I meekly ask,

“I cannot hold much longer”

His answer comes, “You must let go.”

I only hold on stronger.

“Let go”, He says, “trust Me to save”

He whispers in my ear

“But what if You fail?...and only the grave

is left for me, as I fear”

“Let go”, He says, “and let me do

what only I can do”

So I let go... and soar on through

to skies of golden rainbow hues.

Mortality

Mortality

6/11/10

The pressing of the hands in rhythm on the prone man’s chest

is followed by a pinching nose and aid with rapid breath

On and on the deed is done until there is no hope

that a beat will resume in a now stilled heart – we are left to cope

With mortality

We fear to recognize the truth that we all one day will die

Our hearts will stop, our breath will cease, a final closing of the eyes

What then? we muse, we ponder; desiring that there’s more

than just the closing of the grave; we want, instead, a door

To a life that’s free from burdens, struggles, and the pain

that comes from living in a world that needs creating again

We have The Word that tells us, that when we finish here

There’s more to do, more to see, and more to accomplish there

Unencumbered by our mortal flesh, our spirit shall renew

With wonders unimaginable, with cosmic joys debuted

We fear the day that we shall die, it’s normal, I suppose

But mortal man – Immortal God – we often juxtapose

And we have the promise of the One who died and yet He lives

That we too will live outside of time - Eternal life He gives.