Oaks and Crape Myrtles

Oaks and Crape Myrtles

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

Oaks and Crape Myrtles Aaron Blakeley - Daily Haiku

I have considering my own feelings towards the current climate in the culture. So much information that you can’t trust. This world is so full of lies and misdirection that there is no way your children won’t fall for at least a few of the lies. I was walking this weekend and I came across the ruins of an old monument sign. I was brick and overgrown by tree and vines. The bricks were loose but still standing and the words that were on it had long since rusted away. The studs where they still existed but the letters were gone. I realized that this nature despite what we build always encroaches on us. We build a house and the trees ...

The Great Cloth – Poem

The Great Cloth – Poem

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

The Great Cloth - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

I have seen a great cloth covering my light pin holes in the black cloth in constellations like stars what if I was like that me a cloth covering the light inside every like I chose to touch was another pin hole constellations form one source of light

The Deep Wood

The Deep Wood

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

The Deep Wood - Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku Web Comic

I have lamented on more than one occasion about how I have filled my mind with utter filth on more than one occasion. Sometimes it has been simply filth for filth’s sake. Not even “dirty things” just violence or an immoral cavalcade with no story or lesson. The deep wood that places in the mind, in the heart, in the attitude that is quite and put there by the divine to ruminate and meditate on His glory and no others.

Grow The Patina

Grow The Patina

|haiku|Aaron Blakeley

Grow the patina - Haiku and Web Comic - Aaron Blakeley

Rust grows it covers metal as time and oxygen combine of the surface of an object. The best metals only get a patina. Marriage is like that time and life causes a patina to grow. Hair grays, the story progresses and a true commitment gets deeper. Two people as the patina the crystalline structure of their rust intertwine and they are forever stuck together. Stuck in the best ways.

From The Spring

From The Spring

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

From The Spring - Aaron Blakeley - Webcomic - Hiaku

This is it the place that I think sometimes we touch but don’t very often. That point no matter where you are, no matter what boring grind or terrible situation you find yourself in; your eyes are opened and you see the indelible mark of the infinite on the finite and see just how we are all connected by a common narrative. Also who doesn’t like a haiku?

All Those Hands

All Those Hands

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

All Those Hands - Aaron Blakeley - Web Comic

Creativity tends to come when sadness and depression are present. We see that in so many different artists. We experience the fruits of such realities and the suicides that crush our perceptions. However, we are made to worship something. Man will worship! We find the depth of our depravity when we worship each other in our own filth and failures. I choose to have creativity be exalting and uplifting bathing in the light and truth.

Behold The Light

Toothpaste!

|Toothpaste!|Aaron Blakeley

Behold The Light - Web Comic Aaron Blakeley

Toothpaste! I came across this little beauty after my children had gone off to school. At first I was perturbed but then I thought… At least I have children to bless me with such problems. So remember to behold the light; The Way, The Truth and The Light. There needs to be a frame of mind change. One that looks towards the truth and not just what bothers us.

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

Stuck Egg and Cheese Featured Image - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Synopsis I do a lot of dishes being a foster parent of a varying amount of kids can be difficult. Sometimes after dealing with meltdowns, homework, managing their chores and making sure we have fun I like to settle down to a nice large pile of dishes that need to be hand washed. Obviously, that is a lie, I would rather read, watch T.V., sleep or rock quietly in the corner and weep softly. I always try to remember that beyond this daily grind that some days seeks to turn me into a fine dust, there is an eternal purpose. That the dishes that I am about to wash, the stuff that they are made of is created just like me. ...

Category: poem, Poetry, Worship