Walk in the Woods

Nik Curfman 3/4/22 Nik Curfman 3/4/22

Abstract: Too Wise To Say No

A poem, about falling into the wisdom and patterns of life, of ignoring what the Lord gave us and we once believed.

He breathed into us,

a little gift of Himself,

forever locked deep in the ventricles of each and every person.

Through corruption and invention,

wars and wisdom,

It’s still there.

Buried under our fears and experience.

We can’t kill it, because we can’t harm what is His.

We can ignore and relegate that token,

beneath our responsibilities and layers of maturity,

listening to all the voices designed to shape us into nothing,

letting go of the child He always is.

Yes, we choose slow paths to deaths door,

Enslaved to the seasons and demands.

Take heart, or rather,

grab your chest and feel the rhythm still at work in your veins.

Our Father’s goodness remains.

What He gives, He never steals back,

And all that was once good, can be made good again.

You are not too old,

too broken,

too stupid or ugly,

Not too poor, uneducated,

or unsophisticated.

There is no sin of your past,

no guilt unsaid,

That keeps us from Him and the gifts He gave us,

back in the beginning,

before we were too wise to say no.

Nik Curfman 2/2/21 Nik Curfman 2/2/21

Abstract: Sunshine and the Storms

Nothing of this world or the next,

Not a thought, emotion, or belief,

That can or could separate me from Him,

His light and constant Grace.

Here I stand, where the dark clouds and sunshine meet.

The bright light against the ominous shadow is stunning.

All truth in a snapshot of Nature.

I once lived in fear of the storms,

Even on the sunniest of days,

My thoughts reminded me of the thunder to come.

And, come it did.

Violent wind and lightning stomped its way through my heart,

At times, in endless waves.

I felt alone and lost,

Unworthy of anything but chaos and shame.

In my powerlessness, I medicated with temporary pleasures and sad songs,

Doomed to sit in the pit of self-pity I dug for me.

“What is life?” I wondered.

Then, on an ordinary day, in an ordinary way, I beheld my constant friend,

The Sun.

Our source of life and light, warmth and health.

He’s is always there, shinning His blessing on each of us.

The downpours come and go, but the Sun remains.

Day after day, I began to focus on the Him,

And, His grace eternal.

Day after day, I began to believe in the power of the Sun to heal my life,

Rather than the ability of the storms to destroy it.

Now, I know the Truth beyond experience or feeling.

Storms are part of life- a necessary part of life.

Regardless of how black their shadow or loud their scream,

The Sun still shines on the other side, and I will behold Him again.

When the rage subsides and the cover fades,

I will march out into His bright light,

To absorb His goodness, and find my strength renewed.

There is nothing on earth, old or new,

Nothing of this world or the next,

Not a thought, emotion, or belief,

That can or could separate me from Him,

His light and constant Grace.

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Nik Curfman 1/30/21 Nik Curfman 1/30/21

Abstract: Romans 8, If I Wrote It

Not one dame thing in our entire universe,

Ever could, because it never will,

Separate any of us from the Love and Goodness of our Holy Father.

This is what it means to be “in Christ Jesus.”

Always connected. Always powerful. Always loved.

Who or what or how can we be cut off from our Jesus? Tell me!

By life’s bullshit? Poor decisions? Imperfection? By circumstance? Frustration? Poverty? Or communism?

Ancient words say so…”For Him, we are murdered every single day. We are powerless to stop the powerful.”

But…I don’t believe any of it. In our sweet Jesus, weak as we are, we are made champions.

So, I’m certain, in every fiber of my soul,

Not being murdered or diseased,

Not one part of a life,

Not the distraction of an Angelic army or bastards from hell,

No sin of my past or strongholds to come,

Not the powerful politicians, Wall Street stock brokers, or academic dicks,

Not one damn thing in our entire universe,

Ever could, because it never will,

Separate any of us from the Love and Goodness of our Holy Father.

This is what it means to be “in Christ Jesus.”

Always connected. Always powerful. Always loved.