Crest

Crest

Waves of anger and depression

Slapping against my being like gray waves

On a black sand beach

Too hot to walk on

Too dreary to sit and watch

So I’ll move along and check the swatch

Of this new satin and silky fabric

This stuff that is supposed to hold it all together

This stuff that brings happiness in any kind of weather

Oh look, the moths and the worms have left their say

I cannot speak, I cannot pray

Or I can but I’m afraid of what I will speak

Everything I’ve loved, I seek

But have found this place of dark derision

I have come to the point of stark decision

Do I jump into this mosh pit that I can see

Or do I wait for these things I cannot

This waiting is hell, it seems to go on eternal

This silence is torture, this noise is infernal

When all that my soul longs for is a sound

A sound that casts all to the ground

All that is not beauty, down

I still cannot hear it.

Maybe I should move

Maybe I should change my place

Maybe I should change my face

Like all the other superstars

Maybe I should join in the farce

Known as jaunty superstition and hype

Known as virtual expertise, so ripe 

Is the fruit of all our monstrosities

Painted to appear like lovely charities

We mock what we cannot know

I look to the mountains and see the snow

I long to know its cold, pure light.

I have wandered far, I have wandered here

I have left the wheel and refused to steer

The course that every other person seems to go

They ask and ask, I answer “I don’t know,

I have no idea of which way to go

And I’m not sure anyone else does either.”

I pause for a moment to enjoy a breather

And everyone else perceives it as ignorance

Simply because I am not speaking

They leave me standing there with the answer in my soul

So, that’s ok, I’ll just walk to whole

I’ll just meander myself off into the distance

I’m told I need a guide, a companion, a help

Yet all of these have seem to go their own ways

I look to stars, I lift my gaze

I decide to follow the whisperings of the wind

This wind, the last of my unseen friends

Begins to dance along the river

This place is good, my spine does quiver

In the knowing of nothing at all

In the understanding of almost everything

I feel a song, a dance, I sing

To a song that only the dogs can hear

A song I know and love so well

A song that makes the gray waves swell

Until they crest into a blue-green sea

Footsteps

Footsteps

Tonight I heard the sound

My heart, my soul, my flesh have longed for it now

I heard, I felt, the rumble

The rumble of God taking a step

He comes, with light in His eyes

With goodness flowing from Him

Love flowing from His every breath

Life arising, felling death

I heard it again, another rumble

Deep, shaking, earth-trembling

But what is this?

The sounds grow closer and closer together

Until it joins into a thunder

A mighty, shaking thunder

Faster and faster it rolls

Until I realize

It is my Father

Running to scoop me up into His arms

I fear no more

I fear no more

The rushing wind of His mighty arms sweeps me up

I am raised to new life

The thunder is now a roar, the roar of the Lion

The roar of billions of angels

Saying it is time to rise, look up, arise

The Father’s face I recognize

Though at first all I knew was the sound of His footsteps

It’s amazing at what happens in the silence

K. Duane Carter 12-29-11

Snow

Snow

You and I could be snow

We could rest in the heavens

Surrounded by clouds

Filled with unique others

Made to fall and fly and water all at once

Absorbing the sounds around us

Taking in the peace and the tranquility of space

All impurity and fear erased

And then released

Falling, soaring, never boring

Landing to the earth like owls to the branch

Quiet, quiet, quiet

Yet releasing a sound that changes all

Releasing a sound that redeems the fall

Bringing a calm that can be felt

Bringing a reassurance, a softness

A purpose, a dream

The white does tell us what life does mean

Though we don’t understand it

We know in our soul

The sounds of the heavens have made us whole

Even when we could hear nothing at all

K, Duane Carter 1-29-11

Sound

Sound

Sound is a release of energy

It is the spark of God hidden in things

Released when they are put under tension

And then plucked or moved or breathed upon

The sound is a picture you see with your ears

A picture of His energy and will

A contrast of His silent still

His secrets are within it

Our minds can’t comprehend it

But our hearts surely can

It is the honor of man

To hear it and know that He is God

K. Duane Carter 5-25-09

I wrote this as my seven-year old played with a rubber band. He was just playing and strumming away, and the message just came to me. I am beginning to realize that the mysteries of God are much more satisfying than the cold, hard answers of earth. I would never demean or belittle what God has allowed man to accomplish through science and historical study and math, etc. because all of these display His order and His great intellect. Yet, it is His mystery that I am finding is so beautiful because it requires me to become closer to Him. It requires me to be more intimate with Him, and I find this much more wondrous. Thank You Father, that you reveal Your secrets to children!! Thank You that You draw us closer with Your mystery.