plant a seed, get a harvest

We had a wonderful discussion about everything that we do to others is brought back upon us. PG talked from Galatians 6:4-8
Galatians 6:5-8:

4 -5Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that. Don't be impressed with yourself. Don't compare yourself with others. Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you can with your own life.

6Be very sure now, you who have been trained to a self-sufficient maturity, that you enter into a generous common life with those who have trained you, sharing all the good things that you have and experience.

7 -8Don't be misled: No one makes a fool of God. What a person plants, he will harvest. The person who plants selfishness, ignoring the needs of others—ignoring God!—harvests a crop of weeds. All he'll have to show for his life is weeds! But the one who plants in response to God, letting God's Spirit do the growth work in him, harvests a crop of real life, eternal life.

So basically if we are tired of people lying to us, we should make sure we are being truthful in all we do!!!!! Plant a seed, get a harvest. Of what?? I do not know... what are you planting?

The Hate of Man

The Hate of Man

There are many things to say about the hate of man:

1. It brings pigs to the table undercooked and swelling

upon blue checkered table cloths.

2. Although the hate of man may vary in stature and tone,

it is always comprised entirely of ignorance and fear.

3. In the forest green, ideas are hacked away without mercy.

4. Under navy blue skies words are raped and language is insulted.

5. Bellowing rivers die out spitting splinters of shame.

6. Archaic rocks shift slowly, saddened by the digression of hours.

7. Everything becomes scattered and tasteless.

8. There are bland conceptions out there, that want 

to peel off their few layers and dive free form into a well

Atonement:

9. Oh, a stern existence it is to live in a world where terror swallows every bit of logic.

10. When open eyes range, the aged body recognizes 

that some of the greatest tragedies are spoken in silence.

11. When I completely understood this, I uttered a sadness 

that screamed deafening nonsense only audible to the most basic of creatures,

and the only one who could respond to these words was the past.

I am not death's victim

The pressure of the unknown
weighs heavier on me than my present affliction
yet visions of future victory
illuminate... shatter......... break through

the cloud of death that darkens
cessations of every sort occur
yet life that arises after the ceasing
victorious... unstopable.. unbreakable

Death
I can not escape you
but I can rise above you