Deaths Nest – A Poem

Deaths Nest – A Poem

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.

Category: Children, poem, Poetry

The Makers Order

The Makers Order

|Awe|Aaron Blakeley

The Makers Order - The Daily Haiku - Web Comic Aaron Blakeley Blogger Longview Texas

Sometimes when I consider this world, our cells on up to our relationships, I am stunned. Believe what you will of creation whether it be a literal seven days or the cosmic dance of creation condescended to us as seven days. Our universe if a finely tuned watch and it is only the Makers order that keeps it in check. Both in his verbal order to exist and his organization of ever single atom and physical law. Did you know there is speculation that our brains are actually quantum computers? It is laughable to me that we would deny a supernatural beings existence all the while there is nothing natural about nature’s existence.

Shadow Rest

Shadow Rest

|Awe|Aaron Blakeley

Nature can be so dangerous, a cliff, fog bank, tornado, avalanche; you name it! Nothing man-made releases the same amount of energy as nature left to its own devices can release. Stars explode, planets are cracked and melted into balls of lava in the void of space, yet in all of this God is not only in control but infinitely more powerful than all of these natural events combined. Truly his wrath is not only just but unstoppable and no human can swage it sept, His Son. So in the shadow of his wings, we rest and watch in awe at the power and glory of God.

Self Discovery – Daily Haiku

Self Discovery – Daily Haiku

|haiku|Aaron Blakeley

I see it in you and me today and everyday. We claw about our lives full of purpose all the while always asking what my purpose is. We are so introspective that we end up out of balance. Is there not beauty in balance? Is there not purpose in the serendipitous architecture of human personality and interests cast into the perfectly balanced machinations of reality and the cosmos. Should we not look to the great watchmaker he who invented time and spent an eternity considering you before he mentioned the word light and ask: “who am I?”

Every Angle – The Daily Haiku

Every Angle – The Daily Haiku

|The Daily Haiku|Aaron Blakeley

From Every Angel - Daily Haiku Webcomic - Longview Texas Aaron Blakeley

I have a camera with a surprisingly good macro lens. I was playing around with it on a recent hike and came across some moss. In this tiny little forest was a beautiful complexity that when viewed with our naked eye just looks like green specks. A beautiful vista contained within another beautiful vista. Is this not how our universe is no matter how far you zoom in and no matter how far you zoom out there is still complexity from every angle. Every angle speaking of creations creator.

Why Longview Texas Needs Good Coffee

Why Longview Texas Needs Good Coffee

|Thoughts|Aaron Blakeley

Espresso Machine - Why Longview Needs Good Coffee.

Tea is a staple of British culture. Not being British, it is hard for me to grasp its significance fully. The British brought tea from China to Europe and then made it their national drink. I drink tea on occasion all kinds from Herbal to Earl Gray but for me, tea does not hold the place that coffee does. Coffee is everywhere, almost every restaurant and gas station have some form of coffee available. It is so important to us that some of us joke about how we are not persons until we have drunk the first cup of the day. An excerpt from John Adams Letters After The Boston Tea Party http://www.webcitation.org/6Nf94i40v  I believe I forgot to tell you ...

Category: Thoughts

Heart Full of Leaves

Heart Full of Leaves

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

A heart full of leaves - poem - Aaron Blakeley - Gideon in leaves

I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die   With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused on the source of all these wonderful vistas and the beauty of a wife who’s nature is lovely So I will pay to have the lawn kept clean.

Category: poem, Poetry