The Trackless Path

Why is it that God always reveals new truth from the unexpected place?

Delayed recordings - another way to increase my faith perhaps.

When Christ or his servants come into your life, will you recognize them?

I call from within  My empty chamber To no one there. I call for a fife But it doesn't come. And all of the lyres are hired To woo the world  With song, Mirrored pools  Reflecting all the things They most desired but lost Or hope to loose. And the world turns round And the young girls  Are wooed By smooth guitars Into the arms of men Who disappoint them But not too much And they find a little...

Eventually, there will be peace on earth.

To vanish, To disappear Into thin air, That is heaven. To exist  But to not be seen, That is power. To speak the truth From behind the veil Of mystery And then to leave before They ask your name,  In that there is  The hope of immortality. But you desire to be seen And to be known  For your good works? And so, you are doomed to fail, To be forgotten, And in the mean time To suffer for your weaknes...

Great poetry does not attract people who love poetry. It attracts people who long to ride atop The crest of the Great Wave of Truth, To lace their fingers in its mane And let it carry them naked, bareback and frightened To where they know not. And rarely is it sought by such But must sneak its way into their lives from unexpected sources: A movie, an advertisement, a song. And then it haunts them...

We have become dreaming creatures.   And we will not stop. And if we ever do stop,  We will die. There is no going back, No going back. And that's ok. This world was made Unto this end That when we could  Not but dream, That we would pass Into that world Of dreams And never come back Come back. Are you afraid? Don't be. Believe.

The story of a young missionary who had found the unseen kingdom of endless wealth. Paypal:  https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=DEE7JM6EJ763A Venmo:  https://account.venmo.com/u/thetracklesspath

It can be a mistake to try to understand evil.

Why will you follow fools? They play And you dance And in the end,  You both fall down. And then you complain. I love that thing most That comes just before They speak. Silence. Why not skip the rhetoric? Why not settle for Silence. She does not impose. She does not imply. She does not  Call upon dead others To justify her lies. But do not be deceived. If you sit with her long enough, She will spe...

I cannot shed old things By looking back at dark mistakes. And yet, they tug at my coat And beg to be understood As if I could figure them out. But I can't figure them out. They make no sense. And when I try, Dark clouds gather And if I am not careful, They portend doom from which My mind must grapple to escape. And so I don't look back. I look forward to the bright light Of all that He ha...

Quietly I hide Behind this paper. Content to disappear Accept for what  I choose to show Here on this page. For I am not what you believe. My identity was never negotiable And I realize now That it was a mistake  To give you a vote. So farewell To all of you Whom I love so much. I love you still, Perhaps better  For what you cannot see Since I no longer allow What you think of me  To determine wha...

In Matthew 16:21-28, Peter tries to convince Christ not to put himself in harm's way and Christ rebukes him. Then strangely, Jesus appears to change the subject. But if we look closer, these two themes are not so disconnected.

Slow down. Not every opportunity Is for you. It's true! Be still. Chill! Be slow to act My friend. Be content Don't vent Your anxious impulse On some imprudent spend. If so, You'll grow Into a wealthy man And if your soul's secure, You'll bless the world With all that dough. For you did not need it In the first place.

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Can the truth be found through the examination of outward evidence?

It is not what you think. You count the miles And tally The receipts, But you do not see The measure  Of what They say You’ll be. And when you think  Yourself behind, You look to books And study faces. And all of your glory Is no more  Than the reflection Of the fallen. And the pot stirs round  A witches brew Of boiling vomit. And in each man’s eyes The ghastly  Countenance Of the lost. The skin ...

For many years, I could not sing. The songbird in my heart had been shot down. But one night this song entered into my heart and I decided to share it with you.

If your knowledge comes from books,  Beware. Humanity cannot ascend  From the mire of its baser nature By looking in the mirror. But if your knowledge comes from above, Rejoice. ​There is hope in higher things.

Love and what we are apart from all that we've become...

I am sad For how the world has gone. But you don't know why. If I were to tell you, You might say  That I was intolerant Or bigoted Or blind. But I am not. It is not a sin To believe That one thing is better Than another. And I do not hate you If I believe That you are wrong. It is my right To mourn for you. It is a prerogative Which does not require Your approval. And I am content  To do so q...

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Life is so fleeting, so fragile, so beautiful. You can't help but go out and experience it To spite the risks. And the wind races past as the sun sets And whips her braid behind, So beautiful, so fleeting, so fast. And the world is tired, and old, And she races across her path As the sun sets, so beautiful. And I'll forget that she might die in an instant For the sake of knowing life so cl...

I suppose this poem  Will be short. That's all I have time for. But poems don't work that way. They have a life of their own. And so today I write a bad poem. It is bad Because I hold it close And do not let It have its head. If I did, It would pull me along  And keep me up until All hours. So there you go. My apologies. This poem is  No more than a space Between two  More meaningful  Work...