Living As If Dead

When you ponder deeply in your mind
Soon, you will inevitably find
The world has always been far behind
Christ’s kin; a step ahead

Before you object, please let me explain
Because all you see on this human plane
Disobedience, strife, trauma and pain
And children going unfed

These indicate another day
One that is defined by decay
Before the king had His way
And conquered through the blood He shed

When you think about all we see
Constant struggle within humanity
It makes perfect sense to me
That we often reject where we are led

The day I mean is in the past
One that the devil hoped would last
The king came and won at last
And put this fight to bed

The problem many do not understand
Is they live in a time and land
One that they build with their own hand
The fight still rages in heart and head

We are so addicted to our ways
And the sin that takes up our days
Victory is won, but we are still in this phase
Of living as if we are dead

So, reject what your heart tells you
That all is lost and you will always be too
That this old kingdom still reigns anew
And accept the one who bled.

-Landon DeCrastos

The Planet

This poem is based on a bedtime story I told my children….
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Let me introduce you to a planet
Made up of two races
One made of lava
The other with rocky bodies and faces

These two groups
Have a long standing fight
That has lasted for years
Each group believed they were right

No one really knew
How the ancient quarrel started
Just that one time they were unified
And now they were parted

Old Legends told
of a race long ago
A peaceful nation
Who had a glossy glow

Day after day
The two people groups would meet
On the battlefield to fight
Chanting “war” rhythmically to the beat

In the heat of battle
The two groups would clash
The matches would be quick
and would be done in a flash

One day a strange man
Came from over the hill
And met the two groups
Who both were ready to kill

This man seemed different
He had a smooth and rocky look
He shine was brilliant
Everyone’s attention he took

Somehow he stopped the commotion
The groups stopped to hear
He yelled “HALT!” at full blast
He gained everyone’s ear

This man had an idea
One that may do the trick
He knew it sounded crazy
But they had nothing else to pick

He told them to form two lines
Each facing the other team
Then told them to embrace
No matter how unnatural it seamed

With frowns and complaints
The first few locked arms
Then something amazing happened
That caused them no harm

Both groups transformed
And changed to something new
And looked like this strange man
Shiny like morning dew

This was the race
Of the stories from before
The peaceful obsidian race
They heard about in lore

Then immediately
All in attendance complied
Both groups came over
to the other groups side

Putting down their weapons
And finding common ground
Both sides were transformed
And enduring change was found

The moral of the story
If you cannot see
Is that sometimes acceptance
Can change you and me.