ORION, THE HUNTER Orion, hunter of the skies, I'm jealous of you. Every time I look up I find you with your bow drawn and an arrow nocked, ready to be shot out into the universe. That must be one happy hunting ground you roam. While I sit at home, trying to find a way to spend even a day out in the freedom of the forest. I'm rapidly aging and restless, and you appear ageless. I don't see any wrinkles on your face. You seem just as nimble as you did in my youth. We posses nuclear weapons in our arsenal; you're still wearing a quiver, that same belt you were wearing thousands of years ago, and your kills are still done with a long bow. Our technology continues to grow. And yet, you remain mostly unchanged with all the time in the world to do that which you love. Have we missed something? Because, Orion, I'm jealous of you. Justin Farley
The Road to Recovery I tried walking away from madness, seeking peace. But found I was bound and a captive, unable to retreat. Astonished, I looked down at shackles clasped around my hands and feet. I have hollered until I was hoarse; solitude is the only company I keep. What is left now other than to shrink within my cell and accept defeat? But wait...what if this freedom I seek lies juxtaposed to relief? Maybe I need to start asking why these feelings run so deep. Yes, the road to recovery begins with acceptance and ends with peace. Justin Farley
Sun or Sorrow The wind may blow where it wishes and may change from day to day. But you can trust that this is where my heart will always stay. My love for you mocks the seasons; it's as constant as the sun's rise. It never falters or weakens like the ebb of the tides. I chose you for forever - not just for today or even tomorrow. You can count that we'll be together whether there be sun or sorrow. Justin Farley
I Believe in Angels Now I was falling through black endless night until you caught and tucked me safely beneath your wings. You brought me back into the light where my heart once more could rejoice and sing. I believe in angels now. For I wake next to one every night and every day. Of all the blessings God endows, nothing compares to you who offered a ship when I was a castaway. Justin Farley
Purpose Waiting in the darkness is the catalyst for change. A seed hides just beneath the soil and toils to germinate. It breaks out of its hard, lifeless shell and reaches desperately for the sun. It takes root and won't stop until it's done flowering and offering exactly what it was born to give - beauty to the world. Justin Farley
Morning Star Morning star, oh, how faithful you are to lead me across the sea of night. In the midst of my toughest fight, hope is never far - I can look up and find strength in your light. Morning star, shine. Lift up this heavy heart of mine. Remind me that Dawn is beginning to rise. She is yawning, calling for the night's demise. Morning star, shine! Shine! For hope is anchored to your presence in the skies. -Justin Farley
(Originally published at https://www.inkspirationbooks.com/blogs/book-collecting-blog/books-and-tattoos-why-we-love-reading)
I don’t have any tattoos. I’ve thought about it but have no real desire to get one. Mainly, I think, because I’d want my tattoos to be meaningful and represent myself in the present as well as the future. The problem with my personality is that I change so much and have such a vast menagerie of interests that it’s hard knowing what wouldn’t just embarrass my future self. Plus, I’m not overly fond of needles…so I stick to books.
Books? How are books anything like tattoos? I’ve heard many people describe tattooing as a way of using their body as way of documenting or telling the story of their life. Tattoos are an artful, physical representation of one’s “self” – the person you used to be and the person you are now. They embody your personality and interests on your skin.
Books do the…
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The Race A Poem about Hard Times and Not Giving Up The race has run me ragged and has planted a stitch in my side. My burdens seem to keep getting added; I'm too weak to go on despite all I've tried. If only I could glimpse the finish line, then maybe hope would prevail. For to suffer we must perceive a design, or all our wishing comes to no avail. Lift me up from where I've fallen. Give me a destination to set my heart upon. Open my ears to hear you calling. Put within my heart a new song.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley
We love books because they are portals to our imagination. They take us places we always wanted to go, places we never thought possible, and teleport us to the deepest truths about ourselves that we never knew existed. (Originally posted at https://www.inkspirationbooks.com/blogs/news/for-the-love-of-reading-books )Why We Love Books and Reading — InkSpiration Books Blog
I heard his sobs
as they walked him down the row,
heard the shackles jingle,
the whispers of people waiting for the show.
I watched in horror
as they strapped him to the chair…
the pleading and screaming
still repeats in my head like a nightmare.
I retched at the smell
of burning flesh,
saw the lights stop flickering
and questioned the meaning of justice.
Guilty and deserving
of death? Yes.
But each and every one of us
If I live with Love,
how do I advocate death?
How do I share God’s light
while stealing another’s breath?
They’ve forfeited the right
to live life free,
but they’re still God’s children,
deserving of love and mercy.
God’s love extends
to the darkest of places.
And redemption is always possible
even in the most hopeless cases.
Poem Written by Justin Farley
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