Category: Poetry
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The Mediator*
Oh, how my shoulders float above me now—unencumbered by the condescending words of men and the whispering judgements from friends—for now I know the Mediator to whom Job requested come, now I bow only before Him—my Advocate, Your Son. *With thanks to Job 9:33 Job and His Friends, artist: Gustave Dore (1832-1883)
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The Love of Our Lord*
Ah, the sweet relief of the Love of our Lord – do you know it?have you felt it?has it transformed your soul? Ah, the blessing of it – the peacethe restthe sweet, sweetsilence. I ask again – do you know it?Does it call you to profess your loyalty attend weekly services give your time, talent,…
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Are You OK?
The traffic of this world swirls all around,stirring up the grime of machination and frustration.Asleep or distracted,we bump or crash into the car stopped short in our path.Blaming and the buried injustices of our childhoodtake the reins,pulling us back into the cycle of sleepiness(only now disguised as hatredandrage) and we forget once again our origin,our…
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As It Is*
ENORMOUS SUNFLOWERStaller than I was at twelvei can prove it.there are pictures.they were real.i can see themas they were back then.when everything else was hiddenat least i could see thoseENORMOUS SUNFLOWERS.and someone thought to take a pictureso that this daywhen forty years have passedi know for certaini am telling the truth at least about those…
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My Words
If I were an artistI’d paint away the darkness so that the world could see my spark.If I were a musician I’d play the loveliest notes so that the world could hear my glow.If I were a dancer I’d float across a ballroom so that the world could see me shine.Alas, I cannotdraworsingor playor elegantly…
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The Wind Blows*
Let’s face it – men gathered it argued it threw it out or included it. Then, when found, other bits and pieces were avoidedrejectedor suspected. So I asked you, “What is a girl to believe?” And you taught and yelled and charmed and deceived;and the loudest voicesscared me awayand the smartest voicessnuffed out my hopebut…
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It’s Personal
More than ever the time has come for personal thorough investigation……WAIT……hear me out.I am not referring to the news or political schemes. I care not to try to make you agree or believe or line up with me – no, definitely not there! Iam through tilting at those windmills.This personal thorough investigation of which I…
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Being Still
Stillness welcomesdeepness welcomesfreeness welcomesawareness welcomes awakening senses welcome soul silence welcomesStillness
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Behold! The Savior Comes
“Prepare my heart, Lord.” Such a silly request, it seems – to ask the One for whom I wait to make my heart ready. And yet, this morning, mere days before His arrival, I hold this grief: the inn of my heart is booked! Booked full ofdistractions worriesfearsselfishnesspride.I loathe how these things lodge in the…
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In the Wake*
Here,I can see the noise but I cannot hear itHere,I know the struggle but I need not feel it Here, I love humanity but I cling not to itHere,in the wake of my Lord my soul flows with it…*With thanks to Luke 4:28-30, and the Gospel of Thomas, Logion 110 Painting: Reverie in the Wake,…