Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God's Grace Inching along the earth crunching, munching on misfortune until pain wrapped itself like a cocoon - a castle outside the rooms of a hardened heart. Drowning, surely dying in the dark. Only to emerge from the womb reborn from a tomb of self-inflicted wounds transformed by the Divine spark. With wings of vibrant color carrying the evidence of change arrayed like a roadmap dotted with places been and places going. Flapping with the wings of grace embraced by the breeze of blessing a chrysalis replaced, made anew by the Spirit's pressing. Justin Farley
Walking on Air I once walked away from belief but only found air at my feet. All meaning and substance had ceased - pulled wherever passion blew me like the wind on a falling leaf. I thought I was seeking freedom; what I found was only more chains. To live with purpose and reason we must seek more than selfish gains. -Justin Farley
You Will Find
You will find peace
when nothing but this moment matters…
when you forgive yourself and others for the past
and stop obsessing over the worries of tomorrow.
You will find contentment
when you seek communion with the divine…
when the eternal fire of truth burns brighter
than wealth, social status, or material possessions.
You will find love
when you become loving…
when you live outside yourself
and believe there’s worse things than a broken heart.
You will find joy
when you purposefully seek it…
when you silence your complaints
and paint your gratitude upon each morning.
And you will find faith
when you dare to dream again…
when you see the world with your heart
and witness the pulsating beauty of possibility all around you.
-Poem Written by Justin Farley
Mistakes and Promises by Justin Farley
My mistakes are unlimited,
my promises are sometimes half-hearted and indifferent,
and my character can get thrown wherever desire moves me,
swayed like willow branches in the wind.
But when the waves of my sin pass,
guilt juts through my soul like shards of glass,
and I’m left to brood over these deep moral wounds
that I continually pick the scabs off of,
yet all the while praying they will heal.
The paradox of the heart is puzzling,
for the evidence is compelling
that man can’t even trust himself
and is a slave to his savage instincts –
often powerless to persuade the heart to righteous action.
So the ladder to heaven looms high –
A daunting force towering in the sky –
leaving these fractured bones aching
at the thought of making the climb
and conquering these demons we shamefully
find pleasing in our ears.
The baggage is too heavy to carry;
our errors are too large to bury,
but the good Lord in his omniscience
knew the battle was lost before it had begun.
In his mercy, he offered up his Son –
a cross where all our sins can be hung;
so we can stand victorious now and forevermore.
My mistakes are unlimited.
My promises are sometimes half-hearted and indifferent.
But the only promise I need is found in Christ,
who wipes my slate clean with each acquired debt
and gives me the grace to try again.
Poem Written by Justin Farley