A Song For Someone

Re: On the drive back from the store… ‏

Re: On the drive back from the store…
Doug Blair
10:22 AM
To: anthony gomez

Oh now that’s just a coincidence…yeah right 🙂

On Sun, Sep 27, 2015 at 9:36 AM, anthony gomez <gomezpopi@hotmail.com> wrote:

Quote :
I heard a song on the radio, I recognized it as a u-2 song but it was new, I’d never heard it before.
It captivated me instantly…at the end of the song the title was given “a song for someone” (made a mental note).
I switched over to the local Christian radio station and caught a conversation Charles Stanley was recalling with a colleague, the colleague was directing Charles to the greek definition of something I’d missed that they had been discussing while I was listening to U2. He said:”now listen…the Holy Spirit is not a thing but a “Someone” WOW!!
Just after hearing this song too!
The discussion centered around 1 John 5:13,14.
Concerning how “feelings” can get in the way of the presence of the Holy Spirit and this beautiful song uncanny in timing filling me and giving me glory bumps!
I just had to share this with you, God Bless!

1 John 5:13-14New International Version (NIV)

Concluding Affirmations

13 I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life. 14 This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.

“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”

God Bless


A Perfect Storm (3)


A Perfect Storm

Riding it out

Tossed to and fro’

Long night ahead

Sounds of creaking and splintering

Cacophonous groans

Reverberations of destruction assail

Joints grinding

Teeth gnashing

Like walks upon gravel

It’s in the bones now

Tendrils towards marrow

Pervasive, invasive, foisted

All the struggle

The resistance

The holding fast


Against overwhelming assaults

From the head

To the heart

To the soles

Pressed firmly upon a rock

What’s left to do?

Let go?

Do nothing?


Flotsam and jetsam

Will tell the tale from this point on

Witness and narrator

Yield to a new dawn

Come holy spirit

Kingdom come

Come one

Come all

Come some


In the quelling of the beast

Calm now, without, within

Bliss…come full circle

Gentle undulations serene

Rise and fall as breaths

Of a sleeping giant


Sunlight’s speckled starburst

shimmer across the scene

Diamonds here and gone

in temporal gleans


Flotsam and jetsam

Will show the evidence that remains


Drowned at see?





flat world 

Abstract delineations, outlining boundaries of imagination. Closing in on realization, thoughts in clouds, changing shapes, in visual skyscapes. From the heart, falling on deaf ears, no one hears, the creaking of the rudder, under the strain as the helmsman veers. Towards the horizon, but the world is flat, the salt has lost it’s taste. Sea monsters abound, to the edge, compass broken, set a course, all hands… lost at see.

Leviathan II


A fierce battle rages

fish on!

the hook is set

taking line

spitting spray

from a screaming spool

of fishing line


he’s runnin’

he’s soundin’

he’s winning

almost to the end of my rope

can i pull him back in time?


i think he’s tiring

the line suddenly slack

tired of fighting

tired of running

there’s now a crack

in my fighting chair


is he playing possum?


a sudden surge

the rod bends

the spool sings

signaling the fight is on again

bending almost to the point

of breaking


“a trial was set before you…

one such as is common to man”


you begin to understand

magnificent creature

full of passion and fire

heading in the wrong direction


sustenance readily provided

why are fish so easily distracted

so concerned with the artificial




that they don’t see the hook

until it’s too late?

so hard to turn


with a final surge

i call on Your strength

can You take some of the

Mercy and Grace

gifted to me

and give it to him?


i grip the rope firmly

and pull as hard as i can

the chair breaks!

i land flat on my back


eyes grow dim…

another blow to the head

just like the one i suffered

from a robber’s attempt

to kill me


years ago

on my knees

staring at blood-stained snow

and i was not the least bit angry

not with you


not then

not now


feels the same…


a hallucination?

a dream?

a vision?

the violent blow did something to me i can’t explain.

i see differently…

have for some time,

wasn’t aware of it.


a luminescent eel-like fish with wings?

got away

soars overhead…



meanders twisting towards the sun


wafting on solar winds

trailing remnants of a broken net

irridescent, undulating, refracted light

streaming ribbonlike

in and out

of reality


bursts into flames

airborne absurdity

outlined momentarily

suspended in ashen effigy

before dissipating

spreading it’s wings

in one final effort


cinders descend

upon the sea

this one didn’t get away

and souls were saved

Christ’s Hope


over Satan’s lines


the last thing i view…before everything goes…



back…back to the deep,

in this restless thing,

this unconsciousness,

described in a relevant term,

referred to as sleep.


in r.e.m.

the eyes ever vigil,

always searching,

sleep apnea,

sleep paralysis,

in nocturnal journeys,

struggling to breathe,

living through little deaths.


My heart belongs to you,

My Heart,

“leaps inside me for you”,

but this battle’s frontline,

is being fought,

in guerilla warfare,

by devious terrorist tacticians,

in strongholds of the mind

on course

Life is Struggle


Life is struggle

In Ephesians 6, the apostle Paul sets forth his analysis of life, especially as it relates to the Christian life. And in Paul’s analysis, life is struggle, life is conflict, life is warfare. Under the inspiration of God, Paul writes:

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. (Ephesians 6:10-13)

Nowhere in this passage do you get any sense that (as an old popular song used to put it) “life is just a bowl of cherries.” No, stripped to its essentials, life is nothing more or less than a long struggle, a never-ending wrestling match. We don’t like this idea, of course. We feel entitled to a life that is essentially care-free and easy, with just enough work to do to keep us busy and interested. We feel we have a right to expect the kind of life described in another old popular song:

We’ll build a sweet little nest,
Somewhere in the West,
And let the rest of the world go by.

We tend to think of the trials, pressures, and problems of life as an annoying and unfair intrusion into our rightful, neat, and orderly existence. But Paul says that those afflictions and problems are not intrusions into our lives they are life itself! They are the stuff of which life is made conflict, struggle, and difficult choices.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming dreams and making plans for the future. There is nothing wrong with enjoying life. In fact, our romantic and idealized dreams of “the good life” are a kind of racial memory, the vestigial remains of what was once God’s intention for men and women. In God’s good order and time, the golden age we all long for will become a reality but it will take place in the life to come, not in the life of the here and now.

The apostle Paul tells us that life is a struggle, a life and-death conflict between two opposing forces. If we try to ignore the conflict, if we do not firmly choose the right side and take up our armor and our weapons for the battle, we will inevitably find ourselves jarred and shaken by spiritual reality. We may even become casualties of a battle we thought we could wish away. Truth has a way of intruding on our pleasant little illusions.

We all know what it’s like to have to shed our illusions and face the truth. The vacation ends, and we must leave Disneyland or Tahiti or Paris and return to the everyday world of making a living. Or a loved one dies, and we must face loneliness, grief, and the utterly real fact of human mortality. Or we lose our health. Or we lose our prosperity. Or we suffer some other personal loss. It happens all the time. We are continually shaken out of our dreams and daydreams, and we are forced to face the hard realities of life and eternity.


In Proceedings, the magazine of the Naval Institute, naval officer Frank Koch tells the story of an incident that happened to him at sea an incident that illustrates the principle Paul talks about:

Two battleships assigned to the training squadron had been at sea on maneuvers in heavy weather for several days. I was serving on the lead battleship and was on watch on the bridge as night fell. The visibility was poor with patchy fog, so the captain remained on the bridge keeping an eye on all activities. Shortly after dark, the lookout on the wing of the bridge reported, “Light, bearing on the starboard bow.” “Is it steady or moving astern?” the captain called out. Lookout replied, “Steady, captain,” which meant we were on a dangerous collision course with that ship. The captain then called to the signalman, “Signal that ship: We are on a collision course, advise you change course 20 degrees.” Back came a signal, “Advisable for you to change course 20 degrees.” The captain said, “Send, I’m a captain, change course 20 degrees.” “I’m a petty officer second class,” came the reply. “You had better change course 20 degrees.” By that time, the captain was furious. He spat out, “Send, I’m a battleship. Change course 20 degrees.” Back came the flashing light, “I’m a lighthouse.” We changed course.

light house

God’s truth is like that lighthouse and we are like that battleship. In our human arrogance, we chart our own course and demand that the world adjust itself to our wishes. But God’s truth is unchanging, unbending, unyielding. It is not God’s duty to alter His truth. It is our responsibility to chart our course according to the light of His Word, which is ultimate, objective reality. If we fail to do so, we risk running our lives aground.

When the day of evil comes. . .”

The apostle Paul says that this struggle we face varies in intensity from one day to the next. We must learn to stand, he says, “when the day of evil comes.” This implies that not all days are evil. Some days will be worse than others. There are seasons in our lives when pressures are more intense, and when problems, trials, and temptations seem to gang up on us all at once. These are what we recognize as evil days. The “day of evil” may not be a literal twenty-four-hour day, of course it could be a day, a week, or even years in length. But thank God, all of life is not a relentless, excruciating trial. There are certainly times in life when we get a rest from the battle, a reduction of the pressure, a relief from overpowering circumstances and agonizing decisions.

The reason we are not always under pressure is because of the grace of God. The fact is that all of life truly would be a day of evil and much worse if not for the grace and goodness of a loving God. He continually operates to restrain the powers that war against us and to allow times of refreshment, recreation, enjoyment, and blessing. It is tragic that we so often take these times of refreshment for granted, enjoying them without a single thought for the goodness of God which makes them possible. Instead of giving thanks to God for those times of refreshment, we feel entitled to God’s blessing, and we are quick to complain that God is unfair when life doesn’t go according to our expectations. This is the point Paul makes in his letter to the Romans:

Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God’s kindness leads you toward repentance? (Romans 2:4).

So while every day is not an evil day, we have to agree with God’s Word when it tells us that, in general, life is an unrelenting struggle. The struggle varies in intensity from time to time, but it extends from the cradle to the grave.




James 5:16 “Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.”

1 John 1:8 “If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us.”

Isaiah 53:6 “all we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned everyone to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.”


Even when we mean well

this side of glory

still a bit of a smell

in this venue

what is real?

who is sincere?

and can anyone really tell?

words like fragrant aromas

masking white washed tombs decay

typing on keyboards in comas

self entranced by superfluous fluidity of verbage

Using scripture like sanctified deodorant

When the bath has not yet occurred.

that eventually will only pool in swamps

bogged down and stagnant in slow gaseous breakdowns

released as belches of offensive odors

perceived to be repulsive, repugnant, unacceptable

Painfully undeniable…


And even while knowing this

We somehow unconsciously discover new ways

to rail against it

Impatience our enemy

Our undoing in tendencies to embrace

The jumping of the guns

Every language spells GOD differently

But that doesn’t stop God

From being God

Nothing or no one can.