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I was lovely then
blushing peachy cheeks
I was funny then
laughter honeysuckle sweet
I lay down with you then
beneath a full white moon
I smile when I remember
The symphony of my youth
I smile when I remember
Thinking on the page
The coldest nights are God’s mercy (survival is fear based and slides into dying)
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It is the coldest night in years
The heavens in the sky so clear
The burden on her back slid off her shoulders
She thought, I must lay down this boulder…
It is time the voice said, there is no more to do
I want you to leave this burden here tonight
Survival is fear based and slides into dying
Thriving mercy comes from Me the voice cried…
She lay down on the cold ground shivering
When she woke a spring morning shining
She looked around with a pounding in her mind
And the boulder was no where in sight…
Proverbs of a Foolish Man
from freight trains to Ferraris
cigarette butts in the gutter to Cuban cigars
wanted to go home so many times
but it was just too damn hard…
hidden in the desert rock and sailed the Aegean sea
scrounged like a pauper and feasted like a King
ran and ran as fast as I could
but still could not get away from me…
she deserved a better man than me
she is the whole of good and light as can be
gripped all my shame then threw it in her face
and she rose above it as she walked on in grace…
These are the Proverbs of a foolish man
Please hear this and then walk another way
Avoid the Proverbs of this foolish man
the price is much too high to pay…
Two Angels in Sodom
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From the purity of Heaven’s halls
to the famous hedonism of Sodom
Two Angels obey The Master’s call…
The earth heaves and groans in it’s underbelly
hail fire scorches, giant stones demolish the walls!
Two Angels in Sodom save the only Remnant known
those who remain yours Oh Lord God
In the midst of unholy abomination
The Holy One will restore the Glory of His Name
Two Angels in America prepare for our rescue!
My writing is a dialogue with my self…that might spill over into your life…
I have come to see that most of this need to write is a dialogue with my self in which I sort out, define, and narrate my beliefs, my perceptions, and my life…
When my Mom recently passed away I used writing as a tool to grieve, mourn, and rejoice. I use words to give Praise to God who, by faith I believe in and trust. I use writing to rail against injustice and to also humble my self that I don’t have a right to judge anyone. I have always loved The written word.
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The power of The Word that put on flesh are the words that I hold most dear. This Word lives and moves and creates and forgives and heals…
I recently have been thinking about the divide in the Church regarding the inerrant Word of God and how each believer must make their stand regarding the Bible being wholly literal or not. I know it is literal and inerrant…
In our flesh we can use the Bible and make it say something it doesn’t. For example taking the word “submission” and turning it into a way to manipulate and control others but in the context of the whole character of God and His Word Jesus clearly examples for us that submission to His Father was based on honor and glory with humility. What a difference context makes.
Sometimes there are no words for me to express the profound treasures of life but I like the challenge of attempting to anyway. Perhaps in heaven I will be allowed to write Psalms and poems to worship Jesus with…
My motivation and passion is to connect with others by something I see or have experienced and put such descriptive words on paper the the reader will feel that they are not alone in their story…
So whether it really matters in the big picture I don’t know but using words to speak life is exactly what Jesus did… ” and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us! My word for that is Hallelujah! ”
I’m a little tapped out on my self right now…
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a little tapped out on my self right now
need to get my self off my hands
let someone else give the care right now
I’m just doing the best I can
No questions now please, just sit with me
Feel the sweet summer rain wash us clean
Let go of all the would haves should haves
Sit in the moment of now and not what has been
“Death begins with bad feet…”
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The older experienced soldier watched as twenty new young men were milling about the base. He knew they had no clue what they were in for. The Korean “police action” at the 38th parallel between South Korea supported by the United Nations (largely the United States of America) against North Korea supported by China and The Soviet Union. The older soldier was still recovering from the unexpected and brutal Battle at Naktong River. That is where his best buddy’s feet went bad. The wet boots along with pouring down rain never allowed much time for drying out. His buddy didn’t even try to get his feet dry and by the time the battle ended his feet were black. Three weeks later he was dead. The Koreans have a saying, “death begins with bad feet.”
My take away from this wisdom is that I have learned to pay attention to where my feet are walking on this journey of life. The small things. My feet get soggy with the cares of the material world of what people think of me. According to scripture we are in spiritual warfare as believers who follow Christ…
For the follower of Christ Jesus we are taught to put on the armour of God for the daily warfare with an evil , fallen world. Part of that armour described in Ephesians 6 encourages us to Shod our feet with the Gospel, the Good News that the Savior of the world has come.
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation…Isaiah 52:7
The Solution to your suffering is not what you think it is…
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So Truth for me came as a shock. I grew up in a well meaning Christian and Bible following home and Church but I believe there was a message given (without malice) that if “we all just come give our hearts to Jesus, everything will be good!’…
And we who have lived very long know this is absolutely untrue. Being a preacher’s daughter I went to tons of youth events, revival, camp outings where this was the mantra.
I believe what these well meaning loving people were saying (be it naive) is that we all are in need of a Savior for we are born enemies of God and dead in our sin without him. They were trying to present the Gospel but they left out one important Truth…suffering.
You see, the young girl who gives her life to Christ at your youth camp still goes home to her alcoholic mother when all is done. The boy on the football team that everybody loves still goes home to a Dad who tells him he is useless because he isn’t starting quarterback. So what occurs is the seed of their “moment” with the Lord (which I believe can be real but often is not) falls on the rocky, painful soil and is quickly plucked away by the pain of this world!
I believe that Truth is a person. Truth is the person of Jesus Christ. Jesus even tells us he is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. The Truth is not pretty and tied up all in a bow. The Truth is not a Hallmark movie.
The Truth is a snot slinging, earth shattering cry of repentance and pain and sorrow into a bloody, brutal battle and only Truth can win that sin battle. Only Truth has the Sword of the Words of life and that sword must pierce you right where you are but know this He, Jesus, Truth suffered more than your mind can comprehend. He despised the shame, our shame. He scorned our sin that he would have to bear for us to live in the presence of the Holy One! Truth got slaughtered and hung on a tree for us!
So if after you accept Christ you still have your alcoholic spouse, or a son on drugs, or a daughter date raped and pregnant, or a Church that hurts you, or a failed missionary vision…you see where my heart is going here…people Jesus came to save us from these messes we have made that have caused Him so much suffering. Life without Jesus is NO LIFE AT ALL but make no mistake Life with Jesus is the Way you get through the suffering of your broken sinful life and gradually you realize the suffering is how you really know who Jesus is and that your suffering is nothing compared to the Matchless Glory of His Grace! Do not be surprised by suffering friend. Follow closely beside The Christ, who is the Truth because he has walked this path before us. Follow Him.
The Shadow of A Poet
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I want to sleep deeply in a minor key
Need that old emerald sea washing over me
Sprinkles of “should have” drop into the sand
A seeker, a woman, just had to love that man
I put my mind on pause till the midnight moonrise
I smile a reverent smile when the church bells chime
Painted soft flames of love lick around my heart
The shadow of a poet she is only catching sparks
Oh how all the Kings have fallen
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Oh how all the Kings have fallen
From their high and lofty thrones!
The white Knights are soiled with black death
none of them call upon Almighty God!
All the people lie constantly so the innocents die
Their evil makes a mockery of Almighty God!
Oh if only they would cry from deep hearts
and give up their ego and selfish ways!
I, Almighty God have made a way to redeem them
Only I have saved them with my own right hand!
I desire mercy and compassion above all else
I, Almighty God have spoken for all to hear!
Jill Autrey Dorman 