My Pencil War 7-4-11

It will erase the phrase it writes,

that's written on a page -

at other times it writes more words...

it's difficult to gauge.

There is a war that's going on,

that's not on land or sea.

A thousand times my pencil flips,

the two just can't agree.

The selfish lead, the soft eraser -

the two can't get along.

They both appear so far apart.

Each thinks the other wrong.

Their battles seem to linger on -

Confusion wills to grow.

This poem is of truth and love.

Conclusions, can we know?

Am I just like my pencil,

that I take off the shelf -

fumbling between my fingers,

at war within myself?

Am I just like my pencil,

in incoherent bind?

Does warring begin or finish,

within my mixed-up mind?

Seek I, the left, or to my right -

or back, or simply stop?

My mind runs in full circles as

the pencil fights nonstop.

The truth still lives - the answer, one,

to settle this whole score -

until then I, a traitor am,

inside my pencil war.

The truthful words, I'll never find,

or my complete reward -

unless I search the Holy Word

and listen to my Lord.

I compromise my writing,

and it is always blurred -

if I can't lay my pencil down

to comprehend God's Word.

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Yellow Stained Page 5-15-07

I sat in my room with Bible in hand,

trying to fully, to best understand;

But as I looked down, all I could see -

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

I turned my mind to another thought,

became discouraged, became distraught;

I concentrated - but all I could see,

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

I peered at times out the huge windowpane,

and knew that I shouldn't at all complain;

So I glanced back down but all I could see -

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

The big, red sun was settling down,

and longer shadows grew around;

I refocused my eyes but all I could see,

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

For quite some time I sat and thought,

for hours and hours my eyelids fought;

I pushed them up, but all I could see -

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

I stayed up half the night it seems;

then went to bed with the weirdest dreams;

Against dark blackness all I could see,

was a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

For many years, I sat at a loss....

I failed to fully understand the cross.

While I had eyes, I just couldn't see -

but the yellow stained page, staring back at me.

Yellow stains?  You ask me why?
Teardrops felled from saddened eyes.
 My vision blurred - I couldn't see,
but the yellow stained page, staring back at me. 

By grace alone, I know my God.

He comforts me - His staff and rod.

And now through faith, no longer see -

a yellow stained page, staring back at me.

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Move Your Mountain 3-13-06

The youth seem to covet the future,

old women reside in the past;

the rest of us, merely foolish,

-for running through life so fast.

If our heart is into tomorrow,

or mind is stuck in a braid;

the page that is holding today,

is blank or surely will fade.

Youth hurriedly flips all the pages,

her mother stores volumes of books...

It's no wonder we wind up so empty,

-with tired and sorry old looks.

The chapter of greed we must close,

so surrender, it can't win the fight;

we're to write on God's great creation,

as a stream reflecting His light.

The big world is round for a reason,

we know that there isn't an end...

The Heavens do not have a ceiling,

and there's nothing on earth to defend.

So carry your burdensome mountain,

a little bit farther, I'd say;

for you will not move tomorrow,

-the little you've moved it today.

Yet within a small, tiny seed,

in potential to greatly outweigh;

and if planted deep down inside us,

faith will lighten the way.

Tomorrow is just for your planning,

as yesterday's over and gone...

so write as a stream very faithful;

-beginning in prayers before dawn.

Today’s page was given to you.

Don't simply write down your dream;

but rather through reams of endless faith,

move your mountain with your stream.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Matthew 17:20 And He said to them, "Because of the littleness of your faith; for truly I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed,

you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.