The Burden of Anger

Nostrils flaring like a dirt pawing Bull

oxygen to a flame it boils in its cauldron.

Feeding the raging fire it utterly consumes

annihilation of all in its path Anger has taken root.

 

The burden of Anger like a ton of bricks on your back

As it scalds  your eyelids and your face is marred.

Anger screams , “you deserve justice and I will give it!”

 yet it is only you who is poisoned and you who goes black.

 

These words of prayer…

The bowels of the earth are thundering.

There is no longer safety in the past. There never was.

These words of prayer are for God. I know they please Him.

“…on earth as it is in heaven…”

There is only strength to take one moment at a time.

“…give us this day our daily bread…

We have been caught unaware of fragility like a vapor in the mist.

My shield of Faith feels like a furnace because all the earth is on fire and no water to be found.

Yet I am keenly aware of the scent of flowers, grass, and dirt.

“… deliver us from evil…”

…for thine is the glory forever and ever…”

God does not slumber. Jesus is Risen. His Love never fails.

Amen.

What Shadows Our Steps

her grey eyes so clear and intelligent

the unforeseeable future shadows our steps

her heart bleeds because others cannot see

the vast dark storm that will soon split the world in two

her ears hear the masses humming along

so immersed in their own lives that they are blinded

because she is old they do not listen

in the name of God receive the Salvation of Jesus

while you still can!

Did you like the snow









Did you like the snow when you were here or

when the harvest moon filled the atmosphere?

What about the summer sea

when you walked in Galilee?

I can see you everywhere I go

in the moon light and the snow

I see you by the summer sea

walking on the water you rescued me.

I dreamed I was flying…

I dreamed I was flying, the sole purveyor of the spectacular beauty below

with my Eagle eyes I could see exactly where to go

I flew over the spines of breathtaking mountains and white capped oceans vast

Flying up to the High Heavens all the galaxies in my path

while the gold dust of the stars showered me like rain

Wayfaring

green mountain with river in the middle

Photo by Matteo Badini 

 

The way I see the colors

got no good reason to hide.

Where the sky and sea collide

the Sunrise is on the other side.

I will die a wanderer in a foreign land.

Listen to the Living Water calling me home.

That  living call bids me Come, for sure

down to the River edge

flowing so rich and pure!

River Song

river between green leafed tree

Photo by Baskin Creative Studios

 

The River Song shall make us glad

when the mountain’s snows melt above.

The swelling waters giving drink below

it’s melody quenching our thirst for love.

The River Song shall lead us homeward bound

where heaven and earth can never meet

Here we shall find His Kindness all around

it’s melody reveals the hope we keep.

 

So take me down to the River

Take me there where I may also sing

Of the beauty of your Holiness

And worship you as my King.

 

And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.
Romans 5:5 NLT

 

 

 

 

The Boulevard of Paper Chains

black and white photo of man with umbrella

Photo by Jou00e3o Cabral

 

There are no more people on the boulevard

they have been locked away with paper chains

The humans became a commodity in exchange

the Truth has been lost in the game…

 

God have mercy on the boulevard

Bring your children home

Do not let these paper chains

bind our hearts stone cold…

 

Orbs of Light

ball ball shaped blur color

Photo by Pixabay 

Dreamlike orbs of light float by. I feel removed from afar. I compartmentalize the uncertainty of these times. It lessens the sharp edge of the unknown, of false information, and loss around every corner. This must be similar to wartime trauma, although in many ways no where near it. Yet still there is communal suffering in my world and there is idle time that cannot be healthy. Texas summer heat is unleashed. The sun beats down in all of it’s glory, unrelenting. Dozens of small wisps of clouds seem motionless in the watery blue of the summer sky.

Yet, in this stillness and overwhelming simplicity I know the Presence of God washes over me. Steady and strong, I know I am meant to live in this time. Right now I am alive. The sharp edge of the unknown lessens because of the Power of the name of Jesus. Yes, I am one of those who cling to the Power of the blood shed on His cross and the indescribable power of His Resurrection! Jesus alone!

I am able to live in the present most of the time as it is the gift He gives me. I am comforted by Him. The Alpha and Omega…The One whose name is Faithful and True. Today is what I have.

 

I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True.”  Revelation 1 9:11

I take up my pen…

fashion woman notebook pen

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.