My God

My God rides above the four winds. He wraps himself in light, and darkness tries to hide. He shakes the ground on which I stand with his breath and uproots the mountains, sending them crashing to the seas. My God breaks chains with his tears, and washes stains that have been blemishing people their entire lives with his blood. He fills emptiness with life and moves the most jaded man alive to tears with one tiny portion of his love. My God can rend the universe into pieces with his little finger, and can cause all life to cease in the blink of an eye. My God reanimates the very rocks and causes them to cry his praises aloud, for even the rocks cannot stand his presence without being moved to tears. My God can strip the most powerful man alive of everything he owns in one moment. My God is more beautiful than anything mankind could create in its entire existence. My God cannot be understood by the wisest of men thinking together for their lives. One could stare at the sun for a thousand years and it wouldn’t compare to one glimpse of my God. 
That very same God loves me. 
What can the world possibly throw at me that can take me down if I turn to my God?

My Heart

It was my heart heavy with sin that weighted the nails that tore his hands

It was my heart hardened with cynicism that tipped the spear that pierced his side

It was my heart swollen with pride that sealed the tomb that he lay in

It is my heart healed by love that inherits the reward of this sacrifice

Just a Thought

It is impossible to truly communicate understanding verbally 


the human brain is that much superior to the faculty of language 


in order to understand the other person, you would need to have an identical thought process 

the chances of that, given the complexity of the brain and neurological pathways, is akin to finding two identical snowflakes 

even if you try to think of just one thought, it will come with other thoughts and distortions 

let's say we verbally communicate white 

there are so many shades of white 


and the ability to think simply of the colour white would be envied by the most devout meditator 

it is practically impossible 


maybe that's why humans don't get along very well 


we never understand eachother