A poem written from my experiences studying Heaven and life. |
Under The Fig Tree By Terrans Glen Vining (C) All Rights Reserved 4/30/2006 Amidst forests green with life flowers color the landscapes with silent designs of praise for nourishing light, rich fertile soil, and weather plentiful with rain- Reminders of the innocence we had as children when we trusted the good of life. Harvest nears, and always new questions arise. We know God watches over us. Life is ageless in this timeless universe, change ever present ever moving. Our soul's intricacies, our pains, our sorrows cry to us of new lessons we must learn. And so with zeal we kindle our live's fire with faith. Home from work, bath, change clothes. We talk of the day as i sit at the desk at peace with life and write new poems to share heaven's insights with those who love life. Not letting myself feel the exhausting pains a hard day's work could bring. And sometimes open the bible searching for answers Christ left for us. Remembering God is teacher; remembering He forgives I His student. Forgives my mistakes, forgives my ignorance while I learn to live with honesty this way. What I see, what I hear I take time to understand; defining good as good, defining evil as evil; practicing the kindness I learned from Heaven's Father while here, under the fig tree eating of Heaven's manna, drinking the wine of life, mapping the inheritance He gave when He formed me In my mother's womb. |