There is a Feeling

Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton There is a feeling.I don’t know what it is.It’s on the outside of meA feeling of joy and peaceI cannot seem to place. It’s like a memory Of a distant timeBut oh so nearI can sometimes feelIt’s fleeting warmth. It’s like another lifeA place I long to bePerhaps it’s my dreamContinue reading “There is a Feeling”

Release

Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I was in the arctic.Those frozen forests of Alaska.North of Fairbanks,in the wild Yukon. It was night,and the moon shown,on the white, bright snow.Everything had a light, blue glow. It was cold,minus 60 degrees,and I prayed to God,for a sign to go. I needed a change.A new life, away.And aContinue reading “Release”

The Wall

Political Poetry By Chris Bunton I walked past the wall, my head held low. My father made it home; no one’s there I know. But I saw him there, a man that could be a friend; another son, looking for someone, to bring an end. I began to feel the tears welling; my heart broken.Continue reading “The Wall”

Adventure Where You Are

Encouragement by Chris Bunton Traveling is an adventure. It’s the hope of seeing new things and getting that ‘Wow” factor that thrills you. It’s also that feeling of enlightenment, when you have experienced something that moves you, or alters your life, or fills a void, or answers a question for you. It’s something that movesContinue reading “Adventure Where You Are”

I Die Daily

Spiritual Truth By Chris Bunton There’s a verse in the Scriptures which says, “I die daily”. (1 Cor. 15:31) It is a small quote, within the context of a larger concept, but it’s a powerful tool for life improvement and spiritual growth. We often wake up in the middle of the night, or in theContinue reading “I Die Daily”

Adam

By Chris Bunton Created perfect,From the dust of the Earth. Then, moved to the Garden,the Paradise of God. Created for a purpose,a call to tend and to keep. To garden, Paradise,To protect, the peaceful place of God. To walk with God,in the cool of the evening. Powers beyond us today,buried within us today. Total controlContinue reading “Adam”

Sometimes

Sometimes,when the wind blows right,you can see between the sheer, and the solid. It is in between there,where you are in the presence of Love. That deep abiding joy,when everything is ok,and you know you are free.Despite what you see. That place in time,where you are eternal,and nothing in this momentcan intrude with its garbage. ThereContinue reading “Sometimes”

The Cave of Spiders

Nature Poetry by Chris Bunton At The Mouth Of The Cave Of Spiders I Sit,Focusing On The Green Forest Before Me.The 8 Legged Symphony Strumming Their Webs,In Time, With The Flitting Birds, Chirping,An Ancient Holy Tune. Forever, I sit, comfortable and free.Looking At The Changing Forest Before Me.The Rains Came And Went, The Blazing SunContinue reading “The Cave of Spiders”