God's Will for You: Problem Solved

It seems as though many of my friends and fellow bloggers are like me and spend a lot of time wondering about what God's will for them is. We're in a transitional time in life, with graduations and job interviews and graduate school options and people moving around. So this question comes up a lot. What is God's will for me? 


Well, everyone, I have the answer. Problem solved. I know God's will for your life. 

For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God; that no one transgress and wrong his brother in this matter, because the Lord is an avenger in all these things, as we told you beforehand and solemnly warned you. For God has not called us for impurity, but in holiness. Therefore whoever disregards this, disregards not man but God, who gives his Holy Spirit to you.

[1thess4.3-8//esv]

winter portraits.

I love this man so much.

The Morning

Death asleep
was soon disturbed
amidst his gloomy dreams
by a brilliant,
flashing hand
afire with golden beams. 

It was the voice
of Him who rose
upon a Sunday morn
that voiced the shout
of eschaton
and blew the waking horn.

Arise! he said.
Arise! Make haste!
Your slumber has expired.
Your fortune
now awaits you, Fiend,
a future writ in fire.

The Death-ghost
shook his cobweb locks
and blinked his heavy eyes,
stood and lumbered
toward the door
with deep and ancient sighs.

Through the portal
he advanced,
obeying Christ's demand.
He disappeared
and so released
the captive, spell-bound band.

Then death was gone,
asleep no more, 
consumed in waking fire.
And resurrected saints
they sang
God's praise, a morning choir!

Death: A sleep, asleep.

If death be (as it says
in ancient, sacred words)
a sleep---

Does it perhaps on
darkened earth recline
its weary head,
at home with worms
and feeding germs
the soil to make its bed?

Or could it be
that death does dream
upon the tear-soak'd pillow
of those who weep
for those asleep, 
wet with liquid sorrow?

Death may indeed
take its rest
while laying on its side, 
wrapped in blankets
of the grave, dark as
silent minds.