Fractal

God created a working design concept and put it into motion throughout the universe. It lends it shaping anthem to the planets, stars, liquids, rocks, gasses, metals, plants, and beings. Layer upon layer grow and die, enlarge and collapse in God’s perfect time.

Outside forces in inward resources work together in harmony to grow the next segment like a ripple in the sea. Each fractal is mathematical and unique. We see the concept clearly in a snowflake, and we feel it on our skin. Every molecule we are is a fractal of a fractal. Our DNA a fractal string. We dream fractals in our sleep and do our best to mimic them in our art. The concept is so simple that we love it and so complex that we will never understand it.

We are connected to the fractal design on more than a molecular level. Could it be that the fractal will be revealed to us in Heaven as the way God limited time and space in our universe while in Heaven fractals remained unleashed in order to open up eternity and vastness to reflect God’s glory forever? Growth without death, enlargement without collapse. Good without bad. Unlimited power, unlimited glory.

God is the master designer, the supreme builder, the ultimate artist.

By Royce Waxenfelter

2/11/19

I wish I believed in ghosts

You aren’t here anymore
The emptiness is haunting
How will we live without you?
The climb ahead is daunting


If you were here today
You’d make us laugh and smile
We’d hold you close and love you
But I’m afraid we’re in denial

Because we want to see you
In every room, around every corner
The lack of you makes the house feel
Like a vague and unknown foreigner


So we recall fondest memories
We take pictures out to cry
And when grief punches us again
We let out a hurt-filled sigh


We try to look for hope to come
We yearn for joy that’s missing
And cry again upon confirming
The hollow hope we’re wishing


That’d you’d be there when we get home
You’d be back like you weren’t gone
And life would go on happily
And the funeral was wrong


Since that lie eludes us
We are wrestling with the wind
Reaching out for something tangible
Gaining nothing but pretend


I wish I believed in ghosts
At least then I’d have a reason
For hearing you echo in my head
Seeing you in every season


All we can do is forge ahead
As we struggle through this blindness
And try to share with others
Your unique way of showing kindness


You will always be in our heart
And in our memory
We take comfort knowing you’re not hurting
And from these earthly bonds you’re free.



By Royce Waxenfelter
1/15/2020