Trust beyond limits
     12/24/97 (2:14am)

Trust in flesh and come to nothing;
Worldly treasures will destroy.
Comes tomorrow, move no further
Than away from God’s own joy.

Time will not embrace you tender.
Space will give no special touch.
Matter offers only nightmare.
Jesus stands on Truth and such.

Trust in God and come to Wisdom;
Godly treasures will deliver.
Comes tomorrow, move toward Him;
Leave the thief and join the giver...

The Lord gave us time
and space and matter
as limits within which
we have been given the first life
with which to choose:
the finite nature
of that within which choices can be made,
and false hopes await belief;
or the infinite nature
beyond this life’s limitations
where-in the spirit may be touched
if we should wisely choose
to embrace that which is unseen,
that which waits to embrace us
with the second life, eternal.

Trust in flesh and come to nothing;
Worldly treasures will destroy.
Comes tomorrow, move no further
Than away from God’s own joy.

Time will not embrace you tender.
Space will give no special touch.
Matter offers only nightmare.
Jesus stands on Truth and such.

Trust in God and come to Wisdom;
Godly treasures will deliver.
Comes tomorrow, move toward Him;
Leave the thief and join the giver.

			Andrew D. Festa

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In the blink of a dream
     6/28/98 (4:43pm)

We think we understand
the nature of life
by the power of flesh
within the essence of ourselves;
but stand merely clueless
right at the very edge of Truth;
being so blind in our own right,
the truth might just as well be
a million miles off--
for what does a dog
raised in a concrete box
know of a forest or a tree--

or for that matter,
the truth might be
  in our blind ignorance
the lie that strikes
the senses of the flesh--
for one who never had sight
might well think the whole world
also lives in darkness
and claim that lack of light
  having never seen its flicker
as a very personal friend.

At the end of it all,
life might well be over
in the blink of a dream.

			Andrew D. Festa

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The claim of stain
     6/28/98 (6:11pm)

Stained;
the truth began as spotless,
without error, without flaw,
but mankind saw through tainted eyes
a truth twisted to lie
by the fallacy of flesh--
a dream that claims to be
reality on the verge of everything
causing truth
  like a sheet used to clean a mess
to be stained.

The spotless
becomes blemished
by perception claiming to know all
from the base of very little,

but the blemish is not seen
by the blind who use the lie
to define truth,
and in the end
the sheet of knowing
becomes stained.

			Andrew D. Festa

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The Plumbing (filters)
     6/28/98 (7:30pm)

The eyes are inlets
letting all manner of things in
filtering only in accordance
with the values we impose upon ourselves.

The ears are inlets
letting in what can be heard
filtering only in accordance
with the definition of acceptance.

Touch is an inlet
letting us feel beyond ourselves
primarily filtered in accordance
with perception as defined
by all things of our past,
experiential by degrees.

Taste is an inlet
letting in all manner of sensation
which perceptions help define.

These senses are
the inlets to the soul.

Our actions and our mouth
are the outlets
of that which was let in.

The scope of truth within the soul
is that which filters what comes in
before it leaves again.

We give in accordance to reception;
plumbing shapes the soul.








			Andrew D. Festa

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On the wings...
     6/28/98 (10:21pm)

Standing on the wings of illusion,
the elect turn from what they know
grasping at the death they see as dream,
the nightmares of flesh
which leech the soul dry.

The saddest thought
is not the effect
of their misguidings & misdirections
upon themselves,
but the echoes they make
upon an unsuspecting world--
for to claim to know a greater truth
while bathing in a lesser lie
is to walk off the edge of a chasm
clutching the souls
of those who glance
toward the imperfect reflection...
souls who think they see
the true value of The Lord,
or who believe that God is but a myth
born in the minds of simple men
strung out on the wings of their despair.

Standing on the wings of illusion
the elect turn from what they know......

			Andrew D. Festa

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The end?
     6/29/98 (12:39am)

The end is coming nigh;
it's all the rage these days
in small screens and the big
scenes of destruction
touch the fancy of the paranoid.

New visions of the future
come at us from all corners,
designed to give enlightenment
(or so the seers say)
but causing only fear
among the masses, ignorant,
as if this world of flesh and lies
held all that we could be.

But I am NOT concerned
about the future of this world
nor what it holds;
rather, I embrace
the Truth of God & His Salvation
and I see the future
as forever in His Kingdom.

His end will NEVER come.

			Andrew D. Festa

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The illusion of control
     6/29/98 (11:50pm)

(This poem was inspired by a commercial I was watching
that was talking about home equity.)

In a world of treasures,
equity defines purpose and direction;
the false pride of galantry
edges the blind closer to oblivion;
truth is less than even myth;
and satan begs indulgence
in trivialities of no greater worth
than wearing plastic wings
on a passenger jet bound for nowhere.



Do you not yet inderstand?
Satan hands you the illusion of control
only to steal away your eternal soul.



Do you not yet comprehend?
The deceiver offers you
treasures of all sorts
calling them heaven
while hiding the hell of them,
promising to please with them
while blinding your eyes
to the finality of them.



Do you not yet get it?
God will not deceive,
and the deceiver can never love you.

			Andrew D. Festa

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standing all alone
6/30/98 (*)

For the first thirty-five years of my journey
I walked on blind and proud as sin;
I always knew what true reality was
until I asked The Lord to come in.

Deep in the heart
of this world in which I've grown,
I have passed a million people
each the sower and the sown.
Riding sideways on the length of time
I've come to know the Savior's shine...
But by every act of disobedience
I am standing all alone.

(***to be finished at some later date***)

			Andrew D. Festa
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Jonah
     7/6/98 (1:56am)

So many people are called by The Lord
to serve Him in the midst of night,
people who know what He wants of us all
but who choose not to pass on the Light.

Jonah, where are you today?
Don't you dare say "I don't know the way".
Jesus gave us all answers
a long, long time ago.
No one has the right to say
"I want to serve
but I just dont know...
the way."

So serve Him as you know you should
and spread His Word along.
He gave us life and He gave His Grace
so we should trust He'll make us strong.

Jonah, where are you today?
Don't you dare say "I don't know the way".
Jesus gave us all answers
a long, long time ago.
No one has the right to say
"I want to serve
but I just dont know...
the way."

...No one has the right to say
"I want to serve
but I just dont know...
the way."


			Andrew D. Festa

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The joy of them (His eternal embrace)
     7/6/98 (2:47am)

Treasure the special moments,
few as they are,
for complaints merely
cloud the joy of them,
and God does not give them
so to leave a bitter taste.

There are all too many pains in life
to let slip by
even the smallest reason to smile.

Death will take us away someday
from this world of joys and sorrows,
often sneaking up on us
while we're busy searching for the next moment.

But The Lord did not put us here
to fear the coming of the end;
rather, He wants us to embrace Him
while life embraces us,
taking even the smallest joys
with a smile and a prayer of thanksgiving
and standing strong against the tide of sorrows
knowing He will never leave nor forsake us
and that one day
He'll welcome us to eternal happiness
and His eternal embrace.


			Andrew D. Festa

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the darkness you can’t see
     7/10/98 (1:15am)

Humans, uniquely, want things
to be as they desire,
often going to great lengths to make it so
and just as often failing even to make par.

We mistake our intellect
for the ability to control
our own destiny
often mistaking accomplishment
for the power of control.

But that's the nature of the game:
Satan grasps at our souls
by turning our minds against our hearts
and our hearts against our souls.

If you'll but turn off this world's noise
for even just a little while
you'll hear the voice of Him
who wants to save you
from the darkness you can't see.


			Andrew D. Festa

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the blink
     7/21/98 (4:59pm)

In the blink of an eye,
all will be gone...
all will be gone
in the blink of a dream.

One day soon
will come the whisp of the nothing
and gone will be the staying
of all desires;
all hope will melt
into a crippling web of despair.

Do not believe the lie!
Do not give power to doubt
nor allow flesh to rule your soul;
let no thought of self
  of any manner
distract your heart from
the truth of Him who saves,
and who waits to welcome home
the sheep who stray.

Trust in Jesus, fully,
or be caught in the blink of deception.


			Andrew D. Festa