The Speed of LIfe

This poem was written a little over four years ago, but as I was looking at it, I see some similarities to my latest post, so I thought I would share this as well.

The Speed of Life  © Brian Dean Stoddard 2008

At the precise second we are born, as our lives begin

Time becomes a factor while on this earth we spin

As we grow we’re expected to met certain benchmarks in our lives

In an effort to keep up, we learn to live at the speed of life

Whether this pace is bad or good depends on your perception

But undeniably this all begins really at the moment of conception

Some marks along our timeline must be met for our own good

But not all are imperative to deem our lives as good

But when we get too caught up and our lives begin to race

We speed right past important things as we keep a frenzied pace

And as this happens we might not even realize

That some little things we’re missing are some of life’s greatest prizes

Each time we miss a special moment that we could have treasured

We’re robbed of a special gift that now is lost forever

If we let the speed of life continue to escalate

We’ll keep forfeiting priceless gems in life we never can replace

Not only do we miss out on special times with those we love

We also miss opportunities to spend time with our Father above

He knows everything about us, yearning for us to know Him more

He’s constantly by our side but waits for us to knock and open the door

Because as we deepen our love and trust in Him

He shows us more about ourselves, changes in our lives begin

He endowed us all with gifts that fit our purpose on this planet

But the treasure chest stays locked until access to Him we grant

Spending more time with our Lord gives Him time to show us more

Expanding our vision, showing us greater horizons to explore

Each moment we spend wrapped up inside His love

Transforms us, second by second, clarifying our purpose given from above

I hope that from this moment on you’ll ponder the words that I have spoken

Granting God more time in your day, allowing the binding hands of time to be broken

Because the speed of life will wear you down, especially if you let it

But God’s time is perfect, and will lead us home if we’ll simply let it

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Ashes to ashes, Dust………part 2

So, getting back to my point, we are all connected, both physically and emotionally.  We are meant to share ourselves with others in some form or fashion.  It’s not only humans.  Animals are social as well.  All you have to do is (if you have a dog) walk through your front door to know that these connections cross species lines.  Your dog is always happy to see you after you’ve been gone.  As a matter of fact, I believe that dogs are the best visual representation of what true, unconditional love looks like.  They don’t care if you are young or old, thin or overweight, male or female, how much money you have, what the shade of your skin is, what language you speak, or whether you are blind, deaf, or have any other type of disability.

You can even see this in the wild.  Despite the fact that nature is “survival of the fittest,” we have all seen where one animal has become a surrogate parent to a baby of a different species.  As a matter of fact, I was told a story recently about a documentary that followed the first three years in the life of a female leopard.  Leopards and baboons are natural enemies.  But in this program, this leopard killed a baboon.  In the process of dragging her kill up into a tree, she notices that there was a one day old baby baboon clinging to its mother’s lifeless corpse.  This female leopard then took this baby baboon and cared for it.  The baby only lasted a day or so because the leopard wasn’t able to keep it warm enough, but she knew what she need to do, and did it to the extent that her resources allowed her to do.  Even though these two species are mortal enemies, the leopard still intuitively knew that the other, helpless living creature needed help and gave it unselfishly and unconditionally!  The leopard could not speak to the baboon, but because of the intrinsic connection they both had, love was shown.  It may look a bit different in the wild than it does in society, but love is what binds all of our connections.  It’s all about relationship…between each other…between humans and other species, and between all species and the earth.  We are from whence we came…Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Where does this love come from though?  Ultimately it comes from God.  When the earth had nothing on it, he created Adam to have a relationship with because he had so much love to share.  God created Adam out of the dirt of the earth.  By the way, “Adam” is also the masculine form of the Hebrew word, adamah, which means “ground” or “Earth.”  But regressing, did you catch what was said in the third sentence?  GOD CREATED ADAM TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH BECAUSE HE HAD SO MUCH LOVE TO SHARE!  Yes, God does have relationships with us, and wants to very much, as hard to believe as it is.  The God that created the universe wants a relationship with you and me!  It’s hard to conceptualize, but it is true.  I know, because I have experienced it in my own life many times. We have to make the first step though.  He is waiting for us to “crack open the door,” and allow him access to our lives and hearts.  It even says that in the Bible.  Revelation 3:20 (New Living Translation) says, “Look!  I stand at the door and knock.  If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.”  He is knocking all the time, but we are usually focused on other aspects of our lives, and we just don’t hear the knock.  Through my experiences, I can tell you that sometimes the knock is very soft, but other times he is practically knocking the door down.  For me, it took me to answer a couple of those harder knocks before I was able to start hearing the soft ones!  God created the door and everything on both sides of it and around it.  He put the door knob on it, chose the color of the door, and connected the door to the hinges so it can swing open.  The only thing he won’t do is open the door for us.  That’s our responsibility.  All he is waiting for is an invitation. When I think about it, I envision it this way…I see Jesus standing on the doorstep, leaning against the door jamb, humming one of his favorite hymns, probably an Elvis version (because those are the best!) of “In the Garden” or “He Touched Me.”  All of a sudden, he hears the latch click, but he can’t see who is on the other side (even though he already knows).  All he can see is darkness on the inside, but his immense love generates an indescribable light that creeps through the crack in the door.

All of a sudden, he can see the reflection of this light in the flicker of an eye.  As the door opens further, he can see a tear drop creeping down a cheek.  Just as it is about to drip to the ground, he reaches out to catch it in the palm of his hand.  He looks down at the drop as it comes to rest in his scarred palm, glances up to catch the gaze of the person on the other side of the door, who now is beginning to push the corners of their lips up into a smile (one that has been hiding for a while), as they realize that they are now face to face with the one person who can change in them what needs to be changed and fix the parts that need to be fixed. They know that they are in the presence of someone who will now walk next to them for the rest of their journey, regardless of what happens from this point forward!  They now realize that because they took a leap of faith, even though they were paralyzed with fear of the unknown, they now will never be alone because they are connected to the source.  The source of everything they will need.  The last part of my vision ends as I watch as the person opens the door the rest of the way, steps aside, and then turns and walks away, arm in arm, with their new friend, until all I can see is the Light of Love as it wraps around all it comes in contact with.