It seems like

Everybody’s out there

Trying to catch that big buck

And I’m just running around

Trying to catch a little rabbit

That sucker dodges here and there

Then sits still

And I’m almost on it

When….pa-Ching…it’s gone again

Moving just out of reach

Sometimes I wonder

Is it the thrill of the chase

Or is it the idea of the catch

That brings us the most satisfaction

In pursuit of a goal

The look on the face

Of those who have

Bagged a big buck

Makes it seem like the catch

Was pretty satisfying

Someone who

Has reached the pinnacle

Of goal achievement

A master big buck hunter

Offered this advice

Don’t get discouraged

Go out there

Chase a rabbit

Go hard after it

Put it in your bag

Chasing rabbits will lead you

Where you want to go

Small successes fuel momentum

They keep you moving forward

Suddenly

You will see

That big buck standing right there

Fully

Within your reach

E.A. Fussell

05.02.2020

This lovely tightly bound lily along my walking path reminded me of how I have been feeling and inspired this poem:

Rain falls
Flowers spring forth
Colorful
Some with buds tightly bound
Time passes
Growth happens
Forcing the bud open
When it is ready
It will bloom beautifully
For a season
Then go into it’s resting phase
Until another season comes

Some of us are like this bud
We’ve had other seasons
Where we bloomed brightly
We’ve had our resting phase
But now
We hold onto ourselves
Not quite ready
Bound tightly
Keeping our beauty hidden
Until we are ready to bloom again

Time passes so quickly
As we age
Growth is a little slower
Our bodies can’t always reflect
The strength of our mind, our heart
Regardless
We can choose to embrace
The freedom of unfolding
The joy of feeling
The sun
And the rain
Fully
On our beautiful seasoned face

E.A. Fussell
04.26.2020

The innocent

unencumbered heart

Of a child

Can speak to nature

Can understand it’s reply

E.A. Fussell

04.23.3020

People hear what they want to hear

Regardless

Of the words actually spoken

People see what they believe

Regardless

Of what is actually visible

Learning to accept this fact

Is one of the skills

I am beginning to master

E.A. Fussell

4.21.2020

There is a part of me
That wants to
Jump up and down
Screaming
At the top of my lungs
For people to wake up
But
They would not hear me
They don’t believe
They are being fooled
So let them wallow
In their self made misery
I will quietly revolt
My Savior would not
Have worn a mask
He would walk knowingly
Into the midst
Having full authority
Which he imparts to
His Believers
Yes, full authority
Over the enemy
Over fear
Over lies
Over darkness
I will walk knowingly
Mask free
Even if it means
I cannot enter
A grocery store
Or any public building
I will not live in fear and
I will not allow them
To minimize my Belief
Because they choose
To give up their power

E.A.Fussell
04.19.2020

What you believe
Is what you will see
The illusion in front of you
Is shaped by you
What you accept as real
What you negate
It is all up to you
Don’t whine about your circumstances
Take control of your mind
Do it today
Create your own reality

E.A. Fussell
04.08.2020

Riding as fast as I can

To outrun the ignorance

Of being this creature called man

Outrunning the trap

Of a mind wrapped in fear

Insignificant and small

I watch as wealth changes hands

Power restructuring itself

While people hide at home

Buried in politics

Bombarded by fear

No-one really understands

What’s happening here

Isolation willingly accepted

The reprogramming begins

Days turn to weeks, to months

Company’s crumble

Not just a few, but a whole bunch

Loss of freedom and control

Quickly turning into acceptance

As people rush to feed

From the governments bowl

I refuse to accept

The crumbs from the table

I will ride like hell

As long as I am able

My physical and financial power

May be insignificant and small

With no ability to impact

The unseen hands at work

But my spiritual power

Walked thru deaths wall

So I enter my closet

Put on the Armour

Position myself in prayer

And see myself grow stronger

E.A.Fussell

04.05.2020

Easter 2020

Churches closed by the thousands

Just weeks before the anniversary Of one of God’s greatest acts

Christians were manipulated

By an invisible threat

Their mighty God forgotten as

Incomes and freedoms were taken

Without a single question asked

Guns and boxes of bullets

Sat quietly on their shelves

Worse than that

The Whole Armour of God

Lay discarded in the corner

Watching as a nation

Voluntarily participated

Forgetting it’s strong foundation

Amid small truths

Wordsmithed

By great liars

The media’s talking heads

Who delighted in controlling

The fearful masses

Under the guise of public safety

Proclaiming doom and gloom

Making people believe

That the power of mans illness

Is stronger than God’s fullness

Millions sat at home

Listening and watching

As the messengers conspired

To cripple God’s army

Of Christian soldiers

And

Not a single bullet was fired

E.A. Fussell

03.27.2020

Winds of change blow in

And mark the Ides of March

Deadlines for settling debts

Disappear before our eyes

As a mask of worldwide fear

Notes this moment in time

False thoughts propagated

Manipulate and control

Now souls are congregated

On the Web of mass control

Linked together thru the airwaves

Whose master fell long ago

Some hear the trumpets blowing

Some think they’ve already blown

One thing is for certain

Life will never return

To what we have previously known

E.A. Fussell

03.20.2020