Do Angels Dream?

Late in the night the only light,
shines from the forsaken Christmas tree.
Each forgotten little sparkling white light,
each twinkling ornament a piece of our history.
Silently time seems to stand,
slipping gently from my hands.
The past and future intermingled,
with immeasurable joy and sadness.
Forever lost yet moments still to come,
are tempered with a longing gladness.
Memories of moments that had been,
I realize now never to come again.
Each memory and thought is seen on every night,
not just a forgotten and melancholy Christmas eve.
Still the question remains, do angels dream?

~Mark Schutter ©2014

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Battles We Face

Just because you don’t see anything happening
doesn’t mean that something isn’t happening. ~God

The battles we face
The wars raging about us
The lies we are told over and over
God cares about me more than I do
God is doing more than I can understand
God is strengthening me in spite of my weakness
God is good and only He can heal the broken hearts
The battles we face
The struggles we encounter
The lies in our minds we tell ourselves
Each person we encounter is fighting
Each person we see is carrying the burdens
Each person we love and hate is lovingly adored by God
Each person is not merely a mortal but eternally infinite
The battles we face
The help we so often need
The love we crave sits at the door
As we carry our broken hearts
His heart bleeds for only He has what we need
For long ago He has already won the battles we face

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Battles We FaceMy entire family has been sick since Christmas; first my daughter, then my wife and now me. It sucks as I am sure you all know. Now I am not complaining because I believe in something bigger than myself and this and other trials will only make us stronger.  It is so easy to get mired in our circumstances and this is a reminder that this too shall pass. ~M

 

Shattered Theology

His ‘grace unveiled’ each morning shatters my theology.wpid-wp-1419970829144.jpeg

Morning’s GRACE
Brightly shines
Into the dark
Of my heart
Dispelling myths
Of demonic depths
Slaying the dragons
Living within, He
SHATTERS my THEOLOGY

~Mark Schutter ©2014

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives

2014 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog here – Maleko’s Art.  It has been a year of growth for the blog and for myself.  Thank you to each follower, those who have commented and liked posts and those who have just stop by and looked around.  I appreciate each one of you! Here’s to a great 2015! ~M

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,400 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

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I am tired, so tired …

I am tired, so tired;
of drinking the sweet poison of the false infinite.
I am tired, so tired;
of looking at beautiful images of a false reality.
I am tired, so tired;
of smiling in unspoken words of the false persona.
I am tired, so tired;
of pretending while mingling in the false community.
I am tired, so tired;
of feigning the coveted power of a false strength.
I am tired, so tired;
of nodding in acknowledged conformity to a false joy.
I am tired, so tired;
of acquiescing to the requests of my false identity.
I am tired, so tired;
of wearing masks…

~Mark Schutter ©2014

I do believe, in Santa Claus

Yes, there is a Santa ClauseJust a soft touch, of a gentle hand.
A moment in life, where time stands.
Believing in fairy tales, of magic moonbeams.
Dreams often come true, from legends so it seems.
A starry night unfolds, in silent glorious grace.
For now we wait, held in love’s embrace.
The hope endures despite, time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.
Even St. Nick will kneel, on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee

In a manger a newborn babe, comes from majesty.
For unto to each of us, comes God’s mercy.
To infuse a living hope, that will ever sing.
Out of time eternal, a king of Kings.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Mister Snow Melter

Heat Miser 2014

My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a Santa Claus‘.  Heavily influenced by the wet rain and normally green Christmas’s in the Pacific Northwest.  We may not have snow most years but we still have a lot of fun.

Merry Christmas!

 

I’m Mister Snow Melter
I’m Mister Warm
I’m Mister Winter Swelter
I’m Mister Fifty-one
They call me Snow Melter,
The snow I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!

I never want to see a day
That’s less than 40 degrees
I’d rather have it fifty,
sixty, a comfy seventy degrees!
Oh, some like it cold or hot, but I like it
in between! Hee hee!

He’s Mister Green Christmas
He’s Mister Rain
Sing it!
He’s Mister Snow Melter
He’s Mister Fifty-one

They call me Snow Melter,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
Too Much!