The Astounding Response

I have allowed, Child, that you cannot shame me;
I have loved you in your unrighteousness.
I have embraced you in your sin.
I have done what you cannot;
I have done what is perfect.
I have given you The Word,
And I have promised to
Never take it from you.
Marked with Holy Seal,
Now and Eternally,
You are mine.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

My Supplication

Allow me not to shame you,
Father I have loved.
At your gracious invitation,
More so at your command
I have loved you.

All the while imperfectly,
And yet authentically
I have embraced you.

Your Word is life to me,
Without it I shall not want to live.
Without that which is you,
There is no life.

Allow that I please you,
Though my way still is fraught
With the dust of my composition.
Make me a pleasantry to yourself,
While I am yet clay.

Amen.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

My Daddy’s Blanket

This is my daddy’s blanket.
I got it at Lolli’s  house.
My daddy’s in heaven.
Is Joseph in heaven?
Did Daddy see Joseph?
Is Baby Jesus in heaven?
Did Daddy see Baby Jesus?

We snuggle under Daddy’s blanket,
And I wonder at all that I know,
And at all that I don’t know.
I hear his rhythmic breathing.
I hold him, kiss his precious face,
And I marvel at all that we’ve lost,
And at all that we’ve found.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

You Can’t Have Everything

It is evident that my paternal grandfather-in-law, Orange Arthur Shelton, whom I never had the privilege of knowing personally, was right concerning at least one matter:  “You can’t have everything.”   While this may seem obvious on the surface, it appears to be quite difficult to comprehend.

I am in practice as a Life coach and Biblical counselor and have heard astounding things in my office.   For instance, I have heard a man complain that his wife is not sexy enough to suit him, after he has willingly given her several children and can not afford for her to have the occasional new dress or to take her out to dinner.  I have listened to a wife who has no need to work outside the home, complain that her hard-working husband is not home enough, that he doesn’t relate well to their child or spend enough time with him, and in the same breath admit that she could never let go of her brand new car or manage without her weekly manicure.  I have been told by another that he can not tolerate his wife’s career success but would not stand for his wife not helping to pay the bills.  One man said that his wife should be home with the children while insisting that she hold a regular job.   A woman complained to me that she wanted to be healthy while stuffing down a third candy bar for lunch and reminding me of her reasons for not getting any physical exercise.   I’ve listened to addicts describe their great desire to abandon their drug of choice and in the next breath state clearly the reason they have no intention of letting it go.  I’ve paid close attention as liars have told me they are aware of the problematic issues resulting from their chronic dishonesty and strongly want to change, and heard them lie to me with their next sentence.

As it turns out, life is all about choices. Granted, some are more easily recognized than others, for example:  If I want to be a concert pianist, the  manicures mentioned previously will not be an issue as my nails must remain clipped short; therefore I can be a concert pianist with nails clipped short or I can forgo such endeavor and keep my nails long. Other alternatives are not as readily apparent.  We must live a little longer, dig a little deeper to unearth the truth.  As with this profundity:  One may not be a person of conviction and at the same time enjoy a conflict-free existence.  There is this to ponder:  We can not feel love without feeling loss.  If we feel one we are guaranteed to feel the other at some point- if not on multiple occasions.  In other words, we may live a life without love or choose love and accept the loss that accompanies it.

Straight up to his death, my father-in-law maintained the opinion that one can not expect to have both sanity and many children.  I decline comment.  The point is that one thing nearly always edges out another.  We would do well to remember the truth in these wise words:  You can’t have everything.

Copyright 2018.    L.L. Shelton.

On Art

As a favorite philosopher/theologian Francis Schaeffer stated quite appropriately in his thesis, How Should We Then Live, art  is merely the expression of a man’s mind.  I’ve spent many years processing this idea imparted to me by Dr. Schaeffer.  I knew I agreed with him from the moment I heard him utter it, but I think I knew there was more that needed to be said.

The true artist is of either the most courageous among us or the genuinely nonchalant; for he dares to create something abiding which will outlast his own existence here.  He is a person of conviction who boldly believes in his right and ability to impress on his own generation and on the ones to come his thoughts, his experience, or he is oblivious to his own place- maybe to his own identity, and in a whirlwind of reactivity leaves a piece of himself behind.

The importance of art certainly can not be overstated as it is of a permanence our physical bodies do not attain.   Art will endure and it will influence and persuade those whom it touches.  It will do these things with or without permission. It will do these things within and outside of boundaries, and it will remain our responsibility as individual souls to respond in a manner conducive to the blessing of our brothers and sisters in humanity.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

 

Nothing Owed

…And yet by hope in mystery,
Belief in what I cannot see,
I’ll be relieved this awful death,
Have life abundantly,

Will not hang relentlessly
Upon this cross ‘twas built for me,
Will instead at your command
Be In Love eternally,

Will behold the summer storm
In all it’s fury, kept from harm,
Though wrapped in winter’s blizzard
Be all the while made warm,

Observing autumn’s dying hues
No longer be inspired to gloom,
Knowing raging change of spring
Enjoying peace in everything.

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.

Paid In Full

I will not heed the myrrh, the wine.
I’ll hang here ’til the end of time,
Feel the full unyielding pain,
Unending summer void of rain,
Winter hardship without snow,
Autumn foliage minus glow,
In spring witness no rebirth,
I will bear this awful curse,
Refuse to numb my aching mind,
Refuse to welcome senses blind.
To tolerate your lawlessness,
I will receive no recompense…

Copyright 2018. L.L. Shelton.