Category: Poetry
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Now I Can See The Stars
Now, I can see the stars even in the light of day – no need for ego,the world’s stroking of which never satisfied anyway – I stand stretched out and barefeeling not exposedor vulnerablejust bare,my face lifted to the stars once morebut this time in an overwhelming reverence that washes away all of my selfmy…
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“…fated to wrestle with God.” *
Must it always be a wrestling match – of wits of muscle of control? Why not a cup of tea steaming hot – with love acceptance and wisdom? Could it be that I am the one blocked – by pride selfishness and deceit? Oh Lord, my God, I pray to let go – of me…
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What Do I Need to Feel Safe?
Dietrich’s passion standing on the gallows Joan’s faith watching them spark the fireBetsie’s trust imprisoned in living hellMychal’s love washing condemned feet Stephen’s forgiveness as they stoned him Mary’s courage at the foot of the crossPeter’s humility hanging upside down The Holy Spirit living forever my Lord……in me. The Holy Spirit Is Like Fire From…
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How the Lilacs Remind Me
I never knew an aroma had the power to wrap physical arms around me in embrace until the first time I breathed in her favorite flower the springtime after she left this place.
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The Light of the World*
If the only praise He ever receives from that tiny little light shining in the darkness of this fallen worldis the warmth of its lonely glow from my heart that would be enough. *See Matthew 5:14-16 Yovka Mechkarova Painting @ TheGallerist.art
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Connections
I often wonder – where Stephen was on that first Good Friday…where Saul stoodon Resurrection Sunday…were they present – privy to what was going on? And, when Saul stood within the mob throwing stones was it Stephen’s prayer that reached God’s ear to save Saul’s soul?
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The Day Between
Did birds sing that day – in the morning like they always did before and have done every day since?Was it the one day in all the days of this earth when the birds did fret for what they would eat or drink? How deafening that silence must have been to those who loved Him…
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I Will Not Run Again
You came to me once – more terrifying and mighty than the darkest corner of my muffled imprisonment – that self-imposed prison momentarily opened and offered… …I cannot say what – for I ran so swiftly away… …yet not swiftly enough to avoid the seed of Truth that then laid waiting on top of the…
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Love*
without cutting the grass grows wildly without pruningthe rose bush weakens without truth we wear crowns proudly without love we learn nothing new oh, that the thorns did not pierce! oh, that the blood did not stain! stay not with the woein those longing linesHis life conquered death for His glory we rise *With thanks…
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In the Quiet*
In the quiet, non-responsivenessof the LordI rest.There is nothing else to do when I am there – for I have exhausted worry begging and pleading and tears of suffering unending and have found them wanting and onlyrobbing me of the beauty in the quiet, non-responsiveness of my Lord – that place where I find peace…