Eternity Today

                 Eternity Today 

Insulated coveralls hangs by the door
On the coat hook fashioned from horseshoes
Back pocket torn and frayed
Hangs lifeless without flesh inside

Heavily worn over many winters
Showing age just like the body that fits inside
Once young and invincible now lived in
Just like coveralls one day worn body cast off

World around us invisible
What is unseen will be seen
When cast off this body
World experienced anew
Truly alive as if for the first time

Beauty seen in a new light
Love experienced as intended
Joy and happiness free of pain and suffering
No more tears or regrets

To experience eternity today
Dwelling in the present engaged with unseen
Encountering Father, loving Him and receiving love
What heart and very being craves
The only One who can truly satisfy my being

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-062A)

Doorways

            Doorways

Thresholds and doorways folding in
One upon another like an accordion
Passing through multiple thresholds with one step
Accelerating by taking one step

New encounters
Different relationship with time
Eternal time
Moving through

One day as a thousand years
A thousands years as one day
Physically moving to places
Spiritual dimensions and crossings

Unbound with time
Sin's false contract with time
Sin's false contract with season
Sin's false contract with reason

Unbelief binds to time
Faith crosses thresholds
Entering eternity's and Eden's reality
Transcending time living in His reality

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-008A)

Secrets Laid Bare

      Secrets Laid Bare

Days slip past

Sinking below surface

Leaving not a trace

Of what once occupied the space

All things fade

To ashes they turn

Time works on all

'Til renewal of all things

In that day

All made right

All secrets laid bare

All love finally known

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-326B)

Seeds

        Seeds

Preciousness of time,

So much to express.

Tick of clock,

Nail in lid.

Each moment,

Fill the space.

Choice in instant,

Defines a life.

Expressions today,

Seeds sown for tomorrow.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-289C)

Seasoned

        Seasoned

             -i.-
Lilac blooms have faded,
Soft smell has given way.
Fall is ever approaching,
Now smell of corn as tassels.
Green will soon give way to brown,
Combines in fields harvesting,
Completion of springtime and harvest.
Years marked in seasons now.

             -ii.-
Seasons change,
Infant to child,
Child to adult,
Husband to lover,
Lover to father,
Back to lover and beloved.

             -iii.-
Cycles and seasons of healthy family.
Long view of choices made.
To undo and repair much energy now.
Twenty years ago minor correction yielded great harvest today.

             -iv.-
Season that compound fruit of labor,
Compounding in relationship.
Breaking, uncreating, destroying, unattaching from generations before.
Making things right.
Redemption proclaims race isn't to the swift.
A soft heart, tender with God, restores, heals, and renews.
Today is the day to begin, don't wait.
Never too late, if breath in lungs can begin.

             -v.-
Seasons of planting small steps today,
Sets into motion fruit harvested years later.
As long as have breath there is hope,
For renewal, restoration, salvation.
Today is the day to work it out.
Prepare the field, plant the seed, tend the crop.
Long view yields much fruit and legacy.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Reflection

         Reflection

When time stands still,
     Penetrating holy chill.
When time stands still,
     Catch your fill.

     Catch your fill,
When time stands still.
     Penetrating holy chill,
When time stands still.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Pushing Pebbles

Pushing Pebbles

Memories surge pushing each pebble.
Polished and smooth in wash of life.
Past, present, future caught in current of time.
Sharp edges of past worn.
No cut to "it" anymore.
Congruence of beginning, middle, end.
Past resides in the past.
Previous chapter of story complete.
Consequences impact the present.
New beginnings are possible today.
Story's plot changes radically starting today.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.