Category: Poetry
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Confidence
I flip a switch and a light turns on. I think nothing of this before trusting the process, even though it’s true, there have been times, when a bulb burned out instead. How dare I ever question You?
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Why?
After all these years after all these prayers after all these poems and tears – After all the broken pieces have been gathered near – After wisdom granted and serenity known after acting in faith and being shown – And even after accepting it all as the path that will guide me home – I…
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My Longing
In my longing for You, I have prematurely accepted worldly promises and imperfect love – and I was left alone and cavernously empty – echoing over and over again my longing. If only I had known my longing was for You – I could have saved myself a lot of trouble.
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The Shift
The Grace of God abounds every moment of every day – yet somehow I am war-torn beaten down and empty, squandering the graces I can’t even see. I believe it is time to shift my focus.
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Opening to Hope
No conditions only unfailing love* – how can that be? Everyone expects. Everyone protects themselves. Yet, You demand nothing You love in spite of me. Can I trust that, when all the world exhibits something so different, so foreign from the love You are? What choice do I have? I’m tired of being disappointed. *Psalm…
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The Commune of Christ*
Such a blessingto come home – after the celebrations,the journeys and adventures,the memorials,and the grand events of living – to come home to the comfort of our known spaces andto the safety of our own places – there we have peaceandcan finally rest our headsin the familiarity of our own beds.It is also true that…
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All I Want For Christmas
Blessed be he, who perceives Your stretch – Your immense, longing, seeking, burning stretch across the entirety of universes he can never even imagine – in order to grasp his hand in Yours! Oh, the gift of that amalgamation, which is beyond his comprehension, but well within his reach, only because of Your immeasurable stretch.…
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Grace
I’ve already felt it and known it in quick flashes and slanting glances here and there and everywhere but oh, so fleeting… To receive it and be redeemed by it, I must open my hands – knowing that whatever they have clenched tightly for these many years of a lifetime – will fall away, unfinished…
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The Gift of Awareness
For so long I’ve wasted time running to false gods – all those obvious, at first, and also in the early days of lifted ignorance… But now, as I genuinely seek only the One Who Is Truth, false gods are more subtle – made of dreams and ideas – or maybe ideals – or masks…
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Dropping My Baal*
Relief and emptiness – an emptiness so massive and filled with so much nothingness! And I can do nothing to fill it, to color it in, to provide comfort within its walls. I only sit in it now – this nothingness not knowing anything what to do or say or how to be – there…