a handsome rouge
I bought his candy rhyme
he said, “ooh baby we’ll be together for all time…
a gypsy rogue roams
he wanders far and wide
he always says he loves me, he loves to drink my wine…
dark wee hours bring despair
when I awake and he’s not there
a gypsy man cannot be true
he’s the same man I just saw dancing with you…
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A pact forged in eternity passed, present, and future between the three persons of the Godhead. Heavy stuff you say? Not even the tip of the iceberg…think on this a while… An eternal agreement in which The Father God sent the Son of God on a mission that he (The Son, Jesus) gladly obeyed to every jot and tittle so that the Spirit of God could come and reveal all to those who believe…
Jesus does not need for us to SAVE people (he does that alone and without help from us), manipulate people, abuse people, shame people, destroy people and/or ourselves. He cannot be bought for a “book” deal, a “mega” church, or even for “good” charity….
In spite of all you’ve said
it’s never been in your hands
So let us speak a farewell eulogy
over all our plans
Light the match that burns the bridge
that doesn’t lead to Grace
Now I clearly recognize
I am a stranger in this place
Every street I’ve walked upon
had to be redeemed
The places where I lay my head
never felt like home it seems
Light the match that burns the bridge
that doesn’t lead to repentance and Grace
Light the match that burns
the alters and idols we have made
It is a Lover’s dream we all have to tell
It is a Ship of Dreams that never did set sail
I wander in and out of a sleepless fog
Hearing peaceful song that draws me to the Throne of God
“Your fierceness has deceived you, the pride of your heart…”
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I hit rock bottom. For me it wasn’t an addiction that spiritually bankrupt me. It was me, my desire to be my own god that brought me to the end of my self. At rock bottom someone was waiting for me. He had been there all along. At rock bottom I remembered like the younger brother in the Prodigal Son story that I had a heavenly Father who was calling out to me to come home! I love that the Father’s heart has not changed toward his Child and I love that the son’s heart has deeply repented (changed) regarding his actions and his deep regret of his rebellion and sin…
With the daily news full of young and old stars overdosing or ending their own lives makes me ponder what is “Rock Bottom” for us all?
who’s at the bottom of the bottle?
who’s at the end of the needle?
who’s there after the divorce?
who’s there after the empty nest?
who is there when the man comes to you and tells you you have cancer?
who’s there when you have all the money in the world or none at all?
The Cleft at Rock Bottom is the only the One who delights in us. The only One who counted the cost and yet charges us nothing. If I have learned one thing in life it is that the Refuge I have found in God through Jesus Christ is the only Refuge that is offered freely.
He gives an open invitation to come and be sheltered in the dwelling of God, The Most High. At rock bottom Jesus is the cleft in the rock. I encourage anyone who might read this post to come! Come and abide in the Cleft of the Rock that is Jesus Christ.
“He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: My God, in Him will I trust.”
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She felt as if she had stepped off the very edge of the earth
Following the gull she tilted her head to its arc of flight
Her pocket filled with a beachcomber’s small treasure
Fingering each curve and dash of the shells awash with sun and sea
In the early evening light the sea shimmered and shifted gently
The tones of lapis and turquoise dazzled her vision
while the white sand beneath her feet cushioned the touch of the earth
Taking a deep breath of the salt air she wished she could live here forever.
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A penny for the boy
A peony for the girl
Oh the losing and winning
The dying and living…
Cry for sorrows
Laugh for joy
Smile at the mirror
Frown at the noise…
I want to stay right here
In this mess called “life”
Scare it off the pages
And watch it sparkle in the light.
Your Mama knew I loved you boy
before you ever did see.
She said I have a poet’s soul
I thought no one could see.
I guess I always loved you boy
though I never really knew.
When we’re young and wild
It’s a wonder that we do.
Where did all the time go boy
sand through the hourglass?
Young love they say is magic
just like splendor in the grass.
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These small child’s handprints on my glass backdoor
the sticky applesauce and popsicle on my kitchen floor
I wouldn’t trade for all the mansions in this world.
These conversations with my daughter’s
the new territories in this journey
I wouldn’t miss for all the fame this world could offer.
These days I count as precious gems
to the road that leads me round the bend
I will simply give my sweetest Hallelujah.
A silent prayer to the close of night
bloodied and battered in the morning light
No more walls or secret places
ashes to the wind from trash to Grace…
The ribbons of sadness all broken away
Redemption’s song the melody of the day
I will meet you at the road and the sky
over the edge I will let my spirit fly…
Turn my mourning into dancing
I clap my hands with the rocks and tree
The Benediction to the new day coming
a wedding feast for my Beloved and me…
Well I tried to make it Sunday
but that ocean tide came calling
I stopped on the way for some Tupelo honey
just know my soul needs healing…
My Angels have grown older now
though they do not tire of my journey
they bring comfort to my soul
they guard me in my worry…
There are no words needing to be spoken
there is no darkness I cannot face
I will sit beside the ocean blue
and for a time it will be a resting place…
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Jill Autrey Dorman 