The Key Hole

April 24, 2019 / jill autrey dorman

Photo by Lukasz Dziegel

Peeping through the key hole in someone else’s dream

I thought I saw the answers to the meaning of deep things

There was no life-size rabbit or a balded man named Oz

There was simply Light blazing brighter than the sun

The Son, He is the King with lovers all around him

He cried, “everyone is welcome” but some people would not have him

Then once the door was open the King said, “Please come in”

His loving arms enveloped me can I sing that song again?

and then I can breathe…

March 29, 2019 / jill autrey dorman

Photo by Skitterphoto

I suddenly wake and can’t see anything

I start throwing my fear around…

I open the window

I look for the sun for any signs of the spring

and then I can breathe again

I can feel each Holy breath…

I hear my babies laughing

I smell roses drifting on the breeze

Deep inside a sweet voice whispers

what have you to fear?

and then I can breathe

I can feel each Holy breath…

At night I gaze up into the heavens

I hear someone call my name

I laugh at the man in the moon

and peace comforts me again

and then I can breathe

I can feel each Holy breath

Exposure

March 28, 2019 / jill autrey dorman / 2 Comments

Photo by Garon Piceli

I lie down under the burden

of the courage that I lack

For you to see the sin in me

cannot be taken back

It is my greatest fear at times

you might finally know

The dark and filth I tasted once

I never want to show

Exposure of who I really am

could it drive your love away?

After all you’re only human

dare I hope that you would stay?

The truth of exposure that I fear

is a mystery not of loss

But a debt that is fully paid

willingly hung upon a Cross

Swept Illusions

March 27, 2019March 27, 2019 / jill autrey dorman

Photo by Fabio Gasperoni

Sunshine in my window I heard the screen door slam

The more I lose the more I win guess it’s just the way I am

Leaving the rain behind me living a brand new way

Taking the view I’m given being thankful every day

Swept the illusions all away cobweb’s about what is true

I cleaned out the hidden places guess that’s just what I had to do

Spring rains clears the skies I close my eyes to pray

There is still so much to know guess that’s just my way

Leaving the rain behind me living a brand new way

Taking the view I’m given thanking God every day

In the Key of Life

March 27, 2019 / jill autrey dorman

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon

She sees musical notes in color

and the tunes flow like a breeze.

Minor keys are her blue notes

and her hope is the colors of Spring.

She can rush on rum and beat on drums

and can play all the chords of strife.

She sees musical notes in color

and writes songs in the key of life.

The girl on the side street…

March 22, 2019 / jill autrey dorman / 2 Comments

Photo by Matheus Bertelli

Once I was the girl on the side street flashing in and out of the dark. I was taught a role to play for the well being of my family and for my Dad’s livelihood. I played it well. Such a mix of tender family moments peppered with the fear that maybe Jesus didn’t really come for me…

…now the ocean’s wind catches each regret, each sin, and sorrow throwing it into the eternity of a perfect God to be forever forgotten. In the light of the moon a young woman, who thought the stars would stop shining above her found the Maker of the stars and the freedom and love and the lullaby when He sang a Holy song baptizing over her in waves. So now I am drifting, sailing and it was you who came for me.

On that day when the sun tipped over the edge of the earth and spilled colors like buckets of orange, pink, and violet as a reminder of the power of Holy light. The young woman once ravaged and scarred by guilt and shame found joy in the warmth of The Son. Lifted from the darkness you came for me. You hold me in your arms and by your own wounds, scars, and stripes you heal me. The girl on the side street finally came home…