My poetry is not something I have shared as much on this blog. I have used Allpoetry.com as the outlet for those words.
But I love poetry, prose, limericks, and the like.
Raw emotions harnessed within the lines of meter and sometimes rhyme; poetry is the world’s window to the soul.
I am grateful that God has gifted me in sharing written words, whether as story or metaphor, imagery or fact.
I pour my soul from pen to paper as if my blood is the very ink with which I write. I convey that which I cannot speak. I create from hope, tears, love, pain, and grace.
My life lines the paper and I am laid bare.
This was a poem I wrote for Allpoetry Continue reading
“Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.” – John 19: 30
It is Good Friday; a somber day of remembrance. We remember Jesus’ death; death on a cross. We reflect on images of his beating, trial, journey to the cross, and crucifixion. We remember his sacrifice that paved the way for restored relationship with God; paved and paid with his blood.
I want to share three things with you today:
- A poem I wrote about Jesus’ death when I was 19
- A song that always draws me to the foot of the cross, “Grace Flows Down,” sung by Christy Nockels
- The grace available to all because of Jesus’ sacrificial death. I encourage you to read all of John 19 today and reflect on Jesus’ last day.
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” 7 or because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. 8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. ”
2 Corinthians 12: 7-10
Aibileen Clark, one of the main heroines from The Help, faced great trials and persecution. She felt weak; yet she was made strong. She had great faith in the midst of struggles. She never forgot that she, and those she fought for, were worth every minute of pain. She knew her value and the value of others, even when told there was none to be found. She was worth the fight.
Do you know you are? Continue reading
“20 Are not my few days almost over?
Turn away from me so I can have a moment’s joy
21 before I go to the place of no return,
to the land of gloom and utter darkness,
22 to the land of deepest night,
of utter darkness and disorder,
where even the light is like darkness.” – Job 10: 20-22 (NIV)
Though it seems dark as night, still there is light to be found
“11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.” – Psalm 139: 11-12(NIV)
I wrap Your Word around me as a layer of light for my soul
Today I want to share the scriptures I am finding comfort in. The sentences in between are my thoughts.
I also wanted to share the poem, Dark Night of the Soul by Saint John of the Cross.
One dark night,
fired with love’s urgent longings
– ah, the sheer grace! –
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.
In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
– ah, the sheer grace! –
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.
On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.
This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
– him I knew so well –
there in a place where no one appeared.
O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.
Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.
When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.
I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.
-Saint John of the Cross
Peace be with you today my friends, even in the midst of darkness.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!!
I heard some commotion coming from the back of the house. I thought it might be leprechauns trying to scurry off with my wee lad. I went to investigate:
This is what I discovered! His eyes are twinkling with mischief..
Micah and Aaron were playing fort, but obliged a few snapshots…
Getting a grin and displaying his art
This is the real Micah!
My friend, Leanne Penny, is inspiring clean limericks over on her blog today!
Check her rhymes and great writing here at leannepenny.com
Here was my contribution:
My Wee Hunk
There once was a lad with such spunk
Whose joy could dispel quite the funk
His smile was so bright
His kisses a delight,
All the lasses declared him a hunk!
Happy St. Patty’s Day! Have some fun!
*There is an original poem for today’s post…but you have to read the whole thing to find it!**
“Be content with who you are, and don’t put on airs. God’s strong hand is on you, he’ll promote you at the right time. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ- eternal and glorious plans they are!- will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes he does.
1 Peter 5-6, 11 (The Message)
au·then·tic: not false or copied; genuine; real
(according to dictionary.com)
God created us to be authentic people. We are created as unique, yet we spend so much time and energy trying to be just like everyone, or someone, else. Why?
When did being yourself stop being enough? Continue reading
Ode to Autumn
Changing leaves and warm hoodies
Football, friends, and pumpkins
Cider to sip and memories to share
Call it Autumn or Fall, it’s the best season of all!
Micah at the Patch
Another day gone
Before goodbyes must be said
My heart is breaking