No Man’s Land a.k.a. The Poetry Plantation

Music Tracks: Serenity and  Commentary from E.K. and No-Man

Welcome to No-Man’s Land a.k.a. The Poetry Plantation?  Why do I call it that?  It’s because if we aren’t bearing the fruits of Love then we are all slaves to the vanity of this world? (My take on the verses below.)  Don’t worry, I’m not getting super religious on you all.  But I am talk about REALegion.  I’m talking about thousands of us just getting REAL.  Poetry allows us to do that.  So this page will feature poetry from friends of this site who want to share their journey with other REALegionnaires who are about getting as Real as they can in this place.  Don’t be scared.  There’s nothing but Love here.  If you have something to share, just drop it in the comments and share it with others.

John 15:9-17

New King James Version (NKJV)

Love and Joy Perfected

9 “As the Father loved Me, I also have loved you; abide in My love. 10 If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love, just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love.11 “These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. 12 This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. 14 You are My friends if you do whatever I command you. 15 No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you. 16 You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you. 17 These things I command you, that you love one another.

2 thoughts on “No Man’s Land a.k.a. The Poetry Plantation

  1. One night
    The boy and i 
    in holey socks 
    open the tailgate of pops truck
    flat pillows and thin blankets we lay on bumpy grooves of a 
    Ford truck bed
    Cool air goosing our bumps 
    We marvel at unpolluted, 
    long gone stars 
    examining the constellations
    pondering the abundance of creation 
    we pray.
    A brilliant streak of light 
    paints itself 
    atop our tiny little heads
    then disappears into the vastness
    of nowhere 
    and everywhere 

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