Photo by Janko Ferlic
The moon was out
Venus and Mars shined brightly
Her pockets were full of hope
She stepped between this second in time
And the second before it
Then exploding like a lightbulb
memory’s pieces splintered away
With her hands in her pockets
She felt the weightlessness of God’s grace
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The sound of a tin roof rain in the spring makes me smile
I would sit under it and write in my diary as a child
The waves lapping the shore in the hot summer days
I would lazily lay beside them as the Texas sun would blaze
The symphony of the marching band in fall
The smell of bonfires as Autumn breezes call
Sleigh bells ringing and the laughter in our home
I would soak in all the love my heart can hold
I have grown older now yet those sounds are still sweet
Now my grandchildren’s laughter bring a new heart beat
All of these sounds are the symphony of rest
And of all of the sounds I love stillness best
For it is in stillness that I hear all the other sweet sounds
Where the music of my life ebbs and flows around
In the stillness is where I hear the voice of God say all is well
and I thank Him for the music of my life
“I saw the angel standing in the sun and he cried out so all heaven and earth and under the earth could hear, saying…Come all you fowl in the heavens to the feast of the Great King and eat upon the flesh of captains and kings of this world!” Revelation 19
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All who hear open your hearts and eyes!
Not out of fear or dogma but for His name’s sake
He will execute perfect love and mercy!
They who think they are wise but are enemies of The One
who is Holy and Faithful and True be aware!
His name is Faithful and True
His name is The Word of God
The King of Kings is His name
His eyes burn with the white flame of justice
Many crowns are upon his head
He will judge those who hate him still!
The sword of His word will judge in perfect righteousness
All the fowl of the earth
will feast on their flesh on that day!
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I don’t know what you found after our childhood
Did love transform your dreams or did you have to choose?
Do we really know between the longing and the real?
I think of you often and am warmed by your gentle smile.
I hope you found a girl and some laughter.
A place to warm your heart through dark cold disaster.
Life is but a song we sing to touch others
An artist and a poet, a sister and a brother, a moment in the sun together
Photo by Artem Bali
It doesn’t really matter when
I pull back the curtains and see you again
It will be two-sided loving
like it’s always been
Come on in my lover and friend
There is a wonderful wildness in a true loves heart
once it starts the rhythm won’t stop
do you feel it baby,
do you still feel it too
When I pull back the curtains and come visit you?
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when Life is not always
a merry Tale
or Thunder makes war
from east to west…
when Day leads to
a comfortless Night
or Evil and danger bring
your Soul to unrest…
put an Axe to the Tree
of all things hidden
keep your Sword always drawn
and sharpened…
let the Fair and the Fresh
be your Dream
never forget the High King
of Heaven…
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I lift my eyes
from all that is broken
from the ashes of idols
from lies that are spoken
I lift my eyes
from this earthen vessel
from unanswered questions
from the unfulfilling morsels
I lift my eyes
the window of my soul
to the heaven’s Creator
to The One who has control
I lift my eyes
where my Faith will be made sight
at His appearing I will see
The Defender and Lover of my soul
has His eyes on me
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I am a ruin, only pieces of me stand.
I was a fool and knew only nonsense
yet he levels the mountains before me
and cuts through my chains.
He make fools of false teachers
and keeps His promises.
His foundation is laid, it is His Son.
In my secret place He stores his riches
and gives me a name of honor.
Rejoice in the ruin that stand restored.
Inspired by the prophet Isaiah
Photo by Wellington Cunhao
When I wanted to dance on that ledge that was way to high
when I was a foolish naive woman child
You did not judge me rather you told me to try
when the summer storm cleared the sky I cried
I cried because I made mistakes and had deep wounds to show
I cried because I grieved the things that had ravaged my soul
I cried because I am grateful that you never let me go
You said whenever you are ready I will take you home…
and never more will you cry…
I still dance on high ledges because life is a thrill
I cherish my wisdom and my fine woman skills
I gladly now bow to you my Lord and King
So whenever you are ready my heart will take wing…
and I will be home with you…
The Lillies of the field sing for me
The waves of the sea are my dance
The stars in the heavens are my guiding light
As I dance on the ledge that is way too high!
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Standing here under the brightest moon
I sense your presence like a cozy room
I feel your holy antiquity yet you make all things new
and now traveling North is true
I look over my shoulder at the past
and it is vanquished forever into long lost night
It never was what mattered to you at last
and no shadows can fall where there is only light
Jill Autrey Dorman 