“A Faithful Explanation”
Perhaps, faith is believing that something beautiful,
something good is
beyond and
above and
even in front; that
the `Greatest Story Ever Told` is
still worth telling; that
I don`t just believe it,
I want to believe it; because,
if it ain`t true, then
there is no hope, no reason—
death is inevitable;
so, why put it off ?
A.B.Adams
June 29th, 2024
Saturday
20:04
"Statement of Faith"
I believe in a tough but tender-loving Father-God.
I believe He reveals Himself through His creation,
His word (the Bible), His Holy Spirit, and through
His one and only Son, Jesus Christ.
I believe this Father-God's Son stepped down from royalty,
taking off kingly robes and humbly clothing Himself in
human flesh.
As a God-man, He experienced every kind of
human emotion: happiness, sadness, grief, anger,
loneliness, humiliation, abandonement, elation, fear,
regret, worry, compassion and Love, etc.
Therefore, this God-man, Jesus Christ, is not
unsympathetic; He is not emotionally distant;
He is not insensitive.
This God-man and his Father have a heart. Their heart is one.
It feels deeply. It is moved deeply. It is at the center of the
universe and at the center of time.
It is a heart of Love.
It is the heart of a tough but tender Father.
A Father tough enough to discipline but tender enough
to comfort and console.
A Father who roles up His sleeves and gets involved in the lives
of His children.
A Father who prays in hope.
A Father who drops everything and runs to His returning son or
daughter.
A Father who embraces that one lost sheep that was found.
A Father who falls on His son's or daughter`s neck and kisses
away his or her pain.
A Father who bottles every tear.
A Father who counts every hair on our heads.
A Father who shares our joys.
A Father who will never, ever leave his son or daughter. Ever.
That's my Dad !
A.B.Adams
October 21, 2019
About Me…
“Banana Split”
Sometimes warm,
sometimes cold;
Sometimes timid,
sometimes bold;
Sometimes dark,
sometimes bright;
Sometimes blindness,
sometimes sight;
Sometimes smile,
sometimes frown;
Sometimes up,
sometimes down;
Sometimes hopeful;
sometimes despairing;
Sometimes indifferent,
sometimes caring;
Sometimes pleasure,
sometimes pain;
Sometimes crazy,
sometimes sane.
Andrew Brain
March 21, 2019
Thursday
“The Dark Night of a Soul”
“Monster” No, it`s not a drink to guzzle before you train or a hallucination to question if your sane; or a fire breathing dragon with horns and razor teeth; or something hidden in a cave below the surface underneath; or an ape like being of American Indian lore; or an exotic sea creature washed up on the shore; or a furry, frozen fiend of the Himalayas that hides and howls and covertly prowls— Do you see what I am sayin`? For it`s really easy to understand though it fills me with dismay, and regret which I have yet till this very day. You see this hideous thing seems to have two sides, like the 19th century story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. And I can only see him for at certain times he appears though I confess, he`s nothing less then the man in my own mirror. A.B.Adams February 5, 2024 Monday “The Exorcist” Someone once told me that when I walk I turn heads; then I thought to myself, must be like Linda Blair on her bed. I could not see the attraction that girls had for me or understand their reaction, I was just being me. No game I did play nor girl did I use for casual sex, unless tempted by booze. For to have sex with a girl was to break God`s command— outside the confines of marriage— for that was His plan. And, somehow I knew deep that sex was something like this: it required my whole heart which I wasn`t ready to give. So, though I did struggle I did my best to survive and manage what was an over-driven sex drive. So, I did wait for the one to whom I`d give my heart in whole and forever without limits or parts. A.B.Adams February 6, 2024 Tuesday
“Reminiscent of Vincent” If I painted a picture in yellows and greens of a vase of flowers still and serene; And, if I did depict the stars at night with swirls of color that give off light; And, if the poor did move my heart so as to cause me to capture them in art; And, though in solitude I did exist and neighbors shunned me and shook their first; And, though in my heart I loved Japan, then only then would you understand ? A cherry blossom, pink and white, against turquoise sky is my delight ! And, if I painted crows above a country lane and daily fought to be sane; And, if in a pool of blood upon my bed with severed ear I laid my head: Then, only then would you know that your son had a heart not unlike Van Gogh... A.B.Adams November 13, 2021 Saturday
Most, but not all, of the poems and illustrations contained herein were drawn and composed over the last several years, beginning in January of 2017. Some do date as far back as my adolescence and early adulthood. Regardless of the timeline, all are indicative of the valleys and peaks through which I along with a few loving and supportive pilgrims have walked together. To them, whether we have walked in brief or continue still, I am deeply grateful. Your kindness and efforts are not forgotten.
Please understand, the common cord, nay the golden thread, is an almost lifelong battle with mental and/or emotional illness of some kind with oasis like periods amidst an arid desert.
Many of the poems and illustrations are for me, a catharsis–the ideas, often but not always, coming suddenly, usually after or due to some emotional trauma or recollection there of.
I usually don`t offer any explanation for my poems and illustrations as I think they are fairly straightforward. Keep in mind that you, the viewer and reader, bring your own experiences to this site. My reasoning should not limit you but take from these posts what you can, what by Divine Grace may be of encouragement and/or comfort to you.
Thank you for stopping by. I`ll leave the light on for you.
Sincerely,
A.B.Adams
A Fellow Runner