Truth is Freedom

Truth is Freedom

Questions ask Questions,
through the answers multiplied.
Answers calm the soul,
but only for a little while.
The answers we want to hear,
lead us walking in circles,
endlessly.

Where the truth shines his light,
human eyes are blinded by its brightness,
but if we dare to open our heart,
the truth will set us free.

Truth answers questions.
Peace calms the soul.
The two are undeniably connected,
for truth and peace give acceptance,
and broken circles give a narrow road,
until we learn how to walk in truth.

Questions ask questions.
Answers question itself.
But the truth is a rock,
steadfast and unshakable,
where we can lean on in times of trial.
The truth is the Light that sets our mind free.
Eternal freedom that sets us in the Light.

Truth is freedom for the soul!

 

 

Early Autumn

Early Autumn

The chestnuts fall wherever they want.
Acorns lose their hats in the process.
The maple collects its juice for the next harvest.
A squirrel hides his food in the grand old oak.
Unshakable is the tree that bears her fruit.

The cinnamon apples spread their warm perfume.
Sweet is the scent that melts my heart.
The autumn sky embraces the strong cold winds,
but the fire in the hearth keeps me warm.

When the honey sweetens the hot liquid,
the words of my heart are kind.
Now the green leaves fall down,
and in the raked pile I make snow angels.
Joyful is the heart that reminds itself to be young.

In expectation of the winter I look at You,
but the clock hasn’t moved the hour yet.
Impatient is the heart that tries to hurry.
In time the feet will triple over themselves.
The lesson of patience is an impatient one.

At the kitchen table I drink my tea,
as You fill my head with happy memories.
And in the warmth of Your touch,
I learn to embrace the blessings,
of an early autumn.

 

 

The Choice

The choice

A dancing procession,
sweeps me off my feet.
Jubilant with pleasure,
it takes me through,
the streets of life.

My hesitation is ignored,
and I am forced on a path,
where my feet cannot resist.
Even when my heart,
wants to flee with my soul.

Suddenly I am caught,
by a ray of gold,
showing me a land,
filled with the warmth of peace,
where darkness is no more.

My thirsty heart yearns,
to follow the river of life,
protected by the grass-green hills.
A narrow road,
in a valley of shadows.

Stretching my weakened hand,
I can nearly touch it.
Narrowing my eyes,
I can nearly see God’s throne.
But my choice will be His judgment.

To choose the land,
is wealth for the soul.
To deny the land,
is losing eternity.