Absent of my body and present before God
I could not shake the feeling that I was a fraud
Knowing my life paled next to his measuring rod
I was nothing but shattered and broken and flawed
Immediately my life flashed before my eyes
And all that I could see was my family’s cries
Seeing all the inflicted hurt and pain and lies
Tearing apart my heart as pieces of me dies
One by one and pain by pain the images flash
Realizing things I thought I built turned to ash
Everything I had amassed was a pile of trash
Seeing my life as just one gigantic train crash
Uncontrollably I dropped to my knees and wept
Living a life as far as one can from perfect
Leaving a lot of people’s lives totally wrecked
How could he who sits enthrone ever me accept
Silencing my scared mind with a raise of his hand
Leaving his throne the Lord ran right to where I stand
Wrapping his arms around me he gave a command
Calling for a feast to be prepared that was grand
His arms around me felt welcoming warm and sweet
Feeling a weight drop off I stood light on my feet
Gentle love engulfing me as our eyes did meet
Welcome home my son he did to little me greet
Tears emerged from both my eyes and ran down my face
Releasing the Lord stepped back from our snug embrace
Smiling he said that what I was feeling was grace
Granted the instant in my heart I gave him place
Raising his hand he motioned down a golden street
Frozen I stood mesmerized by shiny concrete
Nigh had I seen something so perfectly complete
Speaking I stated it was so pretty and sweet
Chuckling a loud hearty laugh the lord turned to me
Clutching my hand he said that all that I could see
Was created with one purpose for it to be
That God and I could live in peaceful harmony
– Written from my father-in-law’s perspective after he passed away on July 12, 2018.
Divinely inspired vision sprawled out before me
Mountains rising tall and stout encompassing thee
The deepest blue lake as still as a crystal sea
Besieged by large green armies made of grass and tree
Luminous white drizzle topped darkened mountain peaks
Blue ice crystals danced and glazed up and down my cheeks
Brightly falling snow magically warmed my physique
Magnificence so great it was beyond critique
Blazing warm yellow light drew me to the near shore
Where stood a man adorned not like one rich or poor
Seasoned royal plum gilded robe is what he wore
Working quite focused and swift he labored his chore
He was a stranger and yet so much one I knew
Like this place that was so familiar and yet new
Peering over his shoulder his gaze shot right through
Captured my soul dividing what was right and true
Drawn to this man as he beckoned for us to meet
Heart racing with suddenly paralyzed two feet
Glancing at his face a warm glow pierced my defeat
As his lightning sharp smile was welcoming and sweet
Stumbling and shambling I joined the man by the fire
Returning his gaze upon the dancing red pyre
Joy draining from his contenence replaced with dire
Puzzling silence gripped my soul standing in the mire
A single black piece of coal laid upon the flame
Bewildering confusion as what was his aim
Burn wood to light coal was a mysterious game
Pryingly I just had to know what was his claim
Brazenly I pressed and thought this puzzle I solved
The embers burning symbolized an act of God
On coals representing a soul newly resolved
Redeeming love through Jesus Christ whom they now laud
The man’s half crooked smile revealed I was not right
That the coals and the fire were not causing his plight
Pain so deep it had him laboring through the night
Battling to vanquish the vile evil of this blight
Rippling pain embraced him as he began to cry
Inquiring I pressed for the reason as to why
Silently directing me to the lake to spy
I watched the embers of a coal grow cold and die
The answer brought more confusion than clarity
Dowsing flames seemed what one expected from the sea
Yearning deep inside pulled my heart and saddened me
Clearly there was more going on than I could see
Quickly grabbing my hand he lifted us to flight
Sailing higher and higher deep in the blue night
Calming peace replaced fear as we rose to great height
Till all was as clear as a single painted sight
Pointing to the lake the man my attention drew
Watching every piece of coal at once from this view
Giving me great sadness as I finally knew
Darkening of coals happened to more than a few
The lake once blue had been lit a red orange blaze
Was rapidly turning black like the new moon phase
Those once set on fire losing the breath in their praise
A self centered wickedness now filling their days
Looking back at the man with my now tear stained eyes
Understanding his swift labor and why he cries
Speaking he challenged that I had now become wise
Would I help ignite coals or become one who dies
– Written from a vision that God had given me about how many are growing cold and that he was challenging us to change that
A dark silhouette appeared crossing the skyline
Sporting strange glowing fur inlaid with a gold shine
Strikingly scorched face that was cold and dark and fine
Stampeding on all fours like a mammoth bovine
An ancient enemy coming to steal one’s soul
And if it be possible swallow someone whole
He had been vanquished before and dropped in a hole
Brazenly returning focused on his new goal
A lookout manning his post discovered this sight
Catching him by surprising it gave him a fright
To sound the alarm was the duty of this Knight
But cowering he hid afraid of the beast’s bite
The city watch guarding from their post at the gate
As the creature didn’t waver but cut a path straight
Barreling toward them like a train full of freight
They deserted their post sealing the people’s fate
Entering the beast sauntered toward the town square
Abandoned the villagers didn’t have a prayer
Milling about blinded to this waking nightmare
Happily the creature growled giving them a scare
Reveling the monster gave a snarl and a snort
Continuing his trek toward the royal court
Finding the king surrounded by a guarded fort
Surprisingly the beast’s mission none could abort
His highness grabbed his sword and readied for a fight
At once a man appeared from somewhere out of sight
Clothed in armor brandishing a shield like a knight
Drawing his blade before the beast ready to smite
Roaring the fiend struck fear in the heart of many
Undaunted the man advanced all the more ready
Lunging at the beast while keeping his shield steady
Striking like a man whose skill was legendary
For the first time since appearing the beast was scared
Advancing the man’s intentions soundly declared
Retreating the creature stumbled as his eyes flared
Relentlessly the man pressed not a moment spared
Strike by strike blow by blow the man pressed an advance
Falling back the beast seemed almost lost in a trance
Having given not mind to a defensive stance
As so sure was he that the king didn’t have a chance
Assuredly the king had fore thought of a plan
One that repelled an attack when most would have ran
One that had included this little known fierce man
Who was driving this beast back to where he began
Passing through the gate the man and beast still entwined
The man constantly striking pressing the hardline
The creature refusing to concede or resign
The last blow sent the beast back over the skyline
The people completely shocked at all they had eyed
How one man could so valiantly alter the tide
Who was this man who saved us the villagers pried
I am just a servant of the king he replied
– Written while learning about an armor bearer and how they are to serve the king
My dear I hear tell by both the wind and the air
That thy health has been attacked and you aren’t so fair
News striking my heart and echoing this to share
All of heaven has joined me in a healing prayer
Praying that thy flesh would bend to the will of God
That leaves one dancing in the night not laid out flawed
Leaping and twirling to a rhythm all will applaud
As the almighty name of God you lift and laud
Know that this healing is but a mere breath away
And this pain’s time has been measured and will not stay
The enemy of your soul has become the prey
And he has neigh the strength to stand the light of day
Hold on threw what seems like night for cometh the morn
With joy bursting forth just as the Lord has fore sworn
And great will be the words that your tongue will adorn
For a fresh testimony in you being born
Be strong and courageous great is His love for thee
Knowing many have stopped and take a bended knee
With one purpose and one accord we all agree
To be witness to your great and quick victory
– Personalized and send to my good friend Jaime
– While praying for you I was compelled and inspired to pen this little encouragement for you. Know I along with a great cloud of witness hear and in heaven are praying for your healing!!
I find myself knocking on heaven’s door
Begging to see my brother just once more
One more time to tell him that I love him
One more time to wrap my arms around him
One more time to hear his voice dance on air
One more time at him to just sit and share
On my knees I’m knocking on heaven’s door
Please hear me for I’m stricken to my core
I don’t ask much just to see his smiling face
I don’t ask much just for one warm embrace
I don’t ask much just to see one more smile
I don’t ask much just to sit with him awhile
I’m crying here knocking on heaven’s door
Knowing on this side I’ll not see him anymore
– By Patrick Aquilone
– Dedicated to Robert Aquilone who passed away suddenly on January 17, 2017
– Artwork by Livia Jovanovic (http://www.otherworldlyrealms.com/)
One look in your eyes was all it took and I knew.
Two is how many times I did tell you I do.
Three is the number of wee lives we sprung anew.
Four is how many siblings we are akin to.
Five was the days from birthday to marrying you.
Six was the year that my mother was departing.
Seven is the year we almost saw an ending.
Eight was how many hours you spent pushing.
Nine churches we have been members at worshipping.
Ten is the year that your grandma we were losing.
Eleven is the year that I spent being unemployed.
Twelfth year falling out a window our son almost died.
Thirteen is the number of places we have lived.
Fourteen is how many vehicles we have owned.
Fifteen was the year a homeless family we saved.
Sixteenth year I almost slipped into forever.
Seventeen jobs I worked since we got together.
Eighteenth year work split us apart to our displeasure.
Nineteenth year we lead as my grandfather wither.
Twenty years living the apartment adventure.
Twenty-One is the age of our oldest baby.
Twenty-Second year our eldest to college did flee.
Twenty-Third year saw my dad from suffering be free.
Twenty-Four years since to Jesus we bowed the knee.
Twenty-Five years and counting of marital glee.
– Written for my amazing wife Vicky!