Photo by Artem Saranin
I heard the devil is hanging round down on Caraway Street
He’s looking so good and singing so sweet.
The ladies how they love him, the men like his treats
Oh yea there’s hell to pay down on Caraway Street.
Lord, they say the devil is dancing on Caraway Street
Drinking tastey wine and he’s so quick on his feet.
The ladies stand in line because they can’t wait to meet
The men who love the devil on Caraway Street
Photo by sebastiaan stam
Like a column of marching Nazi jackboots.
The Merchant of Death has goose-stepped his way in.
There is no more denial in this hideous illness.
Streets are deserted and creation weeps in stillness.
The politico has become the other greater enemy.
Hatred is ravaging the souls of men.
Oh God deliver us from evil, deliver us from this dark night.
Thank you for your everlasting faithfulness and light!
Photo by cottonbro
There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything. There are no possessions, no promise to keep, and no clever things to say. There are no lies to tell, no more pressure of failure or success. There is no need to pursue happiness and accolades. There are no more bills to pay or money to spend. There is nothing clever to be said.
This man and I are alone in his hospital room. We are humans here together. I am the last person he saw. I am the last one to hold this hand that is already losing its warmth. This hand that held his sweetheart, his children, and grandchildren. This hand that worked diligently at a job and perhaps lost touch on his journey.
In this moment I feel his joys and sorrows as one human to another. I have the privilege to hold for just a brief moment the connection of the mystery that we both have lived, and dreamed in both the laughing and the weeping.
I am the one who will gently wash away the smell of sickness. I will tenderly prepare this human body for final rest as if he were my loved one because the Truth is we are brother and sister in the family of “us.” All of us who are called humans. I will make sure he looks his best for his loved ones who are on their way here in mourning, and just for ” the blink of an eye” I will hold this other human’s unknown secrets, dreams, and love for the cherished treasures they are. I will be a better person having done so.
I whisper a prayer to The One who gives life and who defeated death and give thanks that two complete strangers can be so completely united for a single moment.
This is what being a Nurse means…
Daily there are new hits.
The death toll rising and no place to sit,
at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.
Some will be let in but so many left out.
So a new reality is here.
In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?
Will people be kind and help stop the bleeding?
My country is dying and my soul is grieving.
Decency and kindness are being crucified!
No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!
My soul is crying in the long dark night!
Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!
Never let it be said of this patriot here,
that she ever gave up her country so dear!
Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,
“In God we trust until the end of days!”
Photo by PhotoMIX
It’s always been broken and now it’s on fire.
The world is so angry and so very tired,
But there has always been an answer.
There has always been The Way.
For all to be forgiven and start again today.
The Way might be a walk through the fire.
It might be a walk through The Door.
The Way stands there waiting and calling…
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you really know me, you will know my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.” John14:6,7.
Photo by Louis
I listen to the sound of my boots on the ground.
I walk these dry roads, it is just me.
Nothing but my footsteps makes a single sound,
but I know up ahead there is a stream.
A stream in the desert of loneliness.
A stream that flows for all mankind.
A stream where all people can be washed clean.
A stream flowing with the Water of life.
Each one will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert… Isaiah 32:2
Photo by Zukiman Mohamad
He smiled with no malice when I said, “I don’t trust you but I’ll try you rather than stay the way I am.”
“Well, at least your honest,” he replied adding, ” I can work with that. “
So, this man had a sense of humor and his eyes danced like chocolate stars.
His face was not handsome and his hands looked rough and scarred.
There was a warmth and strength in his voice that I’d never heard before.
A sound of gentle peace fell before me like a tide pool near the shore.
We must have walked for hours but I was not tired or worn.
He told me every single thing I had ever done before.
I cannot express with words the happening.
A wonder of transformation began to form.
I was then and then I was new and I trust Him forevermore.
Photo by Rok Romih
When He breathed over the deep by His Spirit.
He cast out the void and then spoke.
He created the world and everything in it
and everlasting Peace awoke.
Jesus rules over Peace.
He is the Prince of Peace.
He is the Peace that passes all understanding,
and He gladly gives it to you and me.
The world will not grasp it.
The unbeliever calls it a lie.
Yet those who have tasted and seen it,
know His Peace cannot be defiled.
“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him” (Psalm 34:8).
Photo by Negative Space
I take up my pen to write again of the love you give to me.
No one else was there in that dark night of despair when I saw how much You had to bleed.
You tenderly wrapped my dead body in your shroud of forgiveness, and sealed it with the balm of your Grace.
Your kindness brought me to repentance, and you held so sweetly my tear streaked face.
People say they have heard it all before, and I hope that they too have seen,
The One who knelt beside me and cried along with me.
The chief of sinners, I was your enemy yet still you died to claim.
I will tell you Jesus loves you and me and by no other name can we be saved.
Photo by Mike Chai
Light and Darkness
Belief and Doubt
Sight and Blindness
Hearing and Deafness
Redeemed and Guilty
Rebirth and Birth
Obedience and Rebellion
Truth and Lies
Peace and Fear
Joy and Grief
Love and Hate
Freedom and Shame
Life and Death
Strength and Weakness
Good and Evil
Inherited favor and Moral behavior
Justice and Anger
Mercy and Consequences
“His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.”. 2 Peter 1:3