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I found my true sense of self in extreme ignominy…I have a friend who went to low low places…
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Cage of Flesh and Bone
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I heard there was a party not in this Cage of flesh and bone
Since there is little or no magic here, I am stepping on down the road
Time is out of mind, send me an inviting card
Just swaying in the Twilight, leaving earth won’t be so hard
I was interviewed in a gutter, took a catnap in a palace grand
Just a wayfaring woman, Shadowing the Promise Land
A duchess lost in fiction in love with a Strangers moon
Now Truth is my destination, Time will be forgotten soon…
Sharp shooter on the roof top (part two)
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I walk on vigilant for any inkling of the enemy’s presence…deafening silence
yet in a split-second a pervasive white mist envelopes me…
I feel heavy weight and aching in my body and spirit, it is the supreme stealth weapon of the enemy
It is shame, my most relentless foe
The ballast of Shame slaughters aggressively, the deadliest of weapons, worse than sarin gas…
If I don’t kill it, it will kill me and all it touches, shame is unholy from hell
I cry out to the King, blood seeping from my chest, a razor-sharp slice
I did not feel it at the point of entry
Towering above the shame the King appears, brandishing his two-edged sword
it blazes and radiates like a million Suns, in a blink the sharp shooter
on the roof top falls dead
I am blind now, crouching down behind my shield of Faith
the King wields his Holy two-edged sword and shame screeches like the demon it is…
instantly there is silence, my heart is no longer bleeding, I regain my sight
The Holy Spirit is the watchman, the Angels encamp around me
I savor the Holy rest of victory this day…
Sharp shooter on the roof top (part one)
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I dreamed I am in guerrilla warfare, watching sharp shooters on the roof tops
The King was right when he said we do not fight flesh and bone
Yet we insist on killing our own over and over, the choice made, cannot be taken back
There are many traitors among us, or most likely they never were a child of the King
They look just like me so I cannot know who will gun me down, it is not for me to judge
The Truth can pierce the bone from the marrow, I know because it happened to me…
I must don God’s armor at all times, be vigilant in lie detection, oh the enemy is so smooth, it is a false light…
My heart is pounding, I cannot be silent, for every day is a day of war in the spiritual realm, to immense to be ignored
The manifold wisdom of God sees all, the Captain of the host holds all power in his name, Messiah, Jesus, God with us
So I take up my weapons… the belt of Truth, the shield of Faith, the helmet of Salvation …
I continue to walk behind the enemy line for I know the Battle is the Lord’s, I long to remain a diligent warrior
The sharp shooter is still on the roof, the scope on the rifle is aimed at my head, I can see his eyes dead like dolls eyes
I choose to keep walking…
The solitude of mere humanity (another lesson thanksgiving from Job)
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The solitude of mere humanity…without tasting the solitary aloneness of yourself before the God who created you one cannot experience the path to the Cross of Jesus Christ. Our parents faith, our family, our worldly status, our friends cannot enter into this solitude with us. The paradox of the supernatural and eternal Unity of the Cross with the certainty that we each must meet and know God alone is the reality each human must face. This is the story of Job and every other human.
There is no way around it but it need not be a terrifying solitude. We cannot hide from this meeting with the Holy. It is an offensive, not defensive stance. To come home like the Prodigal son, to repent, to rejoice in the Wholeness provided in Jesus. To remove the facade of religious and worldly answers and simply stand unashamed and naked like Adam did when he was molded from the dirt and dust of the earth in the wonderful marvelous light of God’s presence. There is an innocent soberness to this kind of solitude. Just us before God without another single human being.
It is in the solitude of mere humanity where there is intimacy without playing games. We all experience a time of total loneliness in this life yet in that place something within us cries out to us that we are NOT alone. Job experienced this. Jesus certainly experienced this in the most utmost sense of the word. God does not play games with us. We came into this world naked and alone and we will leave this world with the solitary escort of the Holy Spirit of God into the very presence of our Creator, Savior, and King Jesus. That is so astounding and kind and simple.
I believe that God is in love with our human-ness. We are his ultimate design an image bearer of our God. We are the Crown of his creation. Not only does God love us he delights in and trust us with the lives he has given us and in our solitary aloneness with him we can know these truths intimately.
Morning Flight
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I take to the wings of morning tattered though they be
for I know the colors of the sunrise will lead me Lord to Thee
A flight, a poem, my sonnet to your greatness
as if I am again in my youth soaring to your kindness
Nothing but spheres and beams of your radiant light I see
all darkness and death must finally flee
I take the wings of the morning there you will be
as though there was ever Continue reading
scare if off the pages
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a penny for the boy
a peony for the girl…
oh the losing and the winning
the dying and the living…
cry for sorrows
laugh for joy…
smile at the mirror
frown at the noise…
called to sojourn here
in this mess called “life”…
scare it off the pages
watch it sparkle in the light…
Night Stone Cold
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Night stone cold
Jagged stone thrown
No concessions for the brave
Or for the weak
Skilled stone cruel
Hot stone burns
Dancing as fast as you can
Or falling
Perfect stone heart
Ravaged stone guards
Fill in the blank as expected
Or be cast out
Night stone cold
The Cornerstone has come
Rest for all those weary
Or all who will receive
“This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone.” Acts 4:11
Image Bearer
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The ocean’s wind catches each regret, each sin, and sorrow throwing it into the eternity of a perfect God to be forever forgotten. In the light of the moon a young woman, who thought the stars would stop shining above her found the Maker of the stars and the freedom and love and the lullaby He sang washing over her in waves. So now I am drifting, sailing and it was you who came for me.
On that day when the sun tipped over the edge of the earth and spilled colors like buckets of orange, pink, and violet as a reminder of the power of Holy light. The young woman once ravaged and scarred by guilt and shame found joy in the warmth of The Son. Lifted from the darkness you came for me. You lifted me in your arms and by your own wounds, scars, and stripes you healed me.
This is the heartbeat of God’s love. The fractures, wounds, and scars are remarkably purified like gold after the pain of repentance has done its work making every person precious in His sight transforming us into the Holy wholeness of the Holy One whose image we bear.
In the end are not the scars part of the beauty?
I think Jesus, when we meet him will show us his perfectly mended scars in his human-ness even though He is now glorified. He is always perfect. I think he will say “yes, these scars represent each of you and they are beautiful.”
I’m not sure I want to be the writer of this page…
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I’m not sure I want to be the writer of this page. I know that words can be written and read leaving someone broken or they can leave another someone free...
I want to be light but I am often heavy. That is all on me. It is part of my wiring I suppose.
I am sure of this though. Eden has had not gone. It still is there in the fertile crescent where the four rivers dance down from the mount pouring out the water of life. The Tree of Life still stands in the center its leaves twirl gently in the milk gold sunshine that never sets.
While it is true that no unredeemed human can yet re-enter its guarded gate there is an unspoken melody on the breeze that gently sings “oh but man and woman shall return and He, the King of glory will bring them in! No more tears will be shed, no more sin and dread shall darken the days of Eden the way it was…”
For the Lord our God is One!
See the Prince of Peace he walks among the trees. The evil fruit banished and gone forevermore and all God’s children are home! I hope these words find you free and light but if they find you heavy do not fear because Jesus is all about light and freedom. You are invited to himself just the way you are.
Jill Autrey Dorman 