Friday, April 26, 2013


I ride by the mystical mountains
upon a purely white, God-breathed note
I slip into His eternal chambers
with a single bright sound that He wrote
I allow my spirit to return quickly to Him
without shame I no longer hide
as I move into the fire of His sun
He moves me into this mythical ride
The myth is more than just happenstance
The truth is simply too much to flee
The throes of His love are simply too much to grasp
Until I realize their grasp is on me
I ride by the Mystic of mountains
resting on this purely God-breathed note
I lie here in His eternal chambers
being the song that He wrote

K, Duane Carter

Surprises (Theme of 2013)


Sometimes God shows up in surprising ways
He comes upon us and messes up our left-brain strays
Waking us up from our slumbers
Our endless, stony days without numbers
Just waiting outside the realms of the religious
Calling us to spread out our wings and fly with Him.

He rests sometimes right above our heads
As we longingly look elsewhere for our bread
Standing outside in the rain and storm
Forgetting, ignoring our original form
Where the light caught our wings and lifted us higher
We have taken stones and form in place of fiery desire
It is less painful, but is not living

God patiently waits, He patiently waits
The light and the music continue to wake
The waves move within our souls, and our minds
To our hearts the melodies one day will find
Then breath will come, warmth will come
The stony caricatures will be undone
We will all find our wings and soak in the sun
Our songs will never be quite the same