She walks as if beauty lives in her eyes In one hand she grasps the wind One foot pressed firmly into the sandy substance of time Purposeful peace released in her gaze Prayer for the needy ones escapes on her breath Effortless She strolls alone through the hazy twilight She waits for me - (JD … Continue reading Balance
The silence is deafening, the noise of fallen Earth muted to hush in anticipation The bustle of a barren land, called home, preparing to be counted The movement of a multitude, disruption suddenly backstage, on order of the director, as pregnant maid and man approach. All of heaven waits eagerly for the glorious symphony to … Continue reading He is Here
In honor of the season, I’m re-blogging a poem I wrote last Christmas. O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!
Here lies a wandering world, numbed by silence and lulled to slumber in the bed of their own consequences. Hearts yearning for “something more”, frustration and longing for love and satisfaction gripping them with fists of disillusionment. “I thought my life would be different.”
Glimmer of hope, Jupiter crowned in Regulus, star to cut the darkness brightly. King of all wrapped in cloak of skin, divinity set aside in submission to meager mortal. Love beyond comprehension. Inconceivable wonder. (You keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.)
Care and protection of the Godhead assigned to lowly frame of girl and boy. Unspeakable mystery. “Be it unto me according to your word.” Prophecies of old fulfilled in one. Odds too numerous to imagine. Proof through faith and Science of a living God who set the heavens in motion for this moment.
Christmas tree, gift…
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I'm looking forward to the point where Earth and sky meet wondering if that's the place you've chosen as a footstool. What will it be like on that day when I can reach out in glorified body and touch the hem of your garment for myself? What will it be like to see a beauty … Continue reading Earth meets Sky
In my own little world I become numb The small of my back resting in a small little chair In my small little house on a small little street In a small little town Where the green grass grows all around, all around... The days go by one by one like a blur and I … Continue reading The Edge of the World
