I will walk right past you exhaustion to serve.
I will enjoy the many unnoticed little blessings when you distract me interruption and frustration.
I will avoid you temptation by embracing obedience.
I will destroy you despair by trusting God.
I will use the weapons of praise and gratitude to cast away the prowling dark to reveal peace and joy.
I will delight in using suffering at every opportunity to proclaim Love.
I will follow and love You, my great and beautiful I Am.
Category: Poetry
Love’s Executioner
Cruel deception
violent emotions tear
one-flesh from bone
Tender heart still beating
defenseless
ripped from chest
Lamenting soul silenced
lungs gasping
punctured and collapsing
Disregarded corpse
left unearthed
blows like dust
Indifferent death
darkness triumphant
perverse killer
Depraved knight of divorce
Faith’s Well
Reprieve embraced with gratitude
Refreshing well
Drinking deep
Forthwith replenish
Quenching thirst
Abundant torrent
When darkness meddles
Grace remain, memory abide
Of faithfulness
Reigning above
Majestic fount
Of sweet Love
Written Voice
Writing is a high. The molding and forming of words to release emotions, thoughts, dreams, pain…it is my outlet, my way of sorting out the manure before it defiles my soul.
For so long I willingly allowed my voice to be muffled. It was of obedience to a God whose ways will always remain beyond my ability to grasp, of necessity to survive and protect those I love most. In patience I have sat in the dark, drowning in perpetual silence. It has come to an end. It has come also to a beginning. A metamorphous took place that I had not understood was happening. At times I am overcome with fear wanting to crawl back into the dried cocoon. In there it was all theory, it was incomplete thoughts, understanding without having to implement, it was scholastic rhetoric, idealism, faith with little works. The cocoon isn’t an option. It was a safe and necessary home, without which death and no opportunity for rebirth would have been the end.
In this new life, the haven I glance back at no longer will provide shelter and transforming grace. It has rightly dried and crumbled. I sit here now, drying my wings, feeling them stiffen with strength. The soft beckoning breeze is calling me to flight. A new freedom, a more full perspective, a deeper understanding, all gifts of willingly accepting the purgatory. Soon, very soon…