tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28870619074828614962024-03-13T10:15:48.779-07:00Poetic MusingsPoetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-78463166155760275502010-06-03T08:00:00.000-07:002010-06-03T08:35:51.452-07:00Come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztnopllmfflpKkjr2D8Rs694Cz8l6146QIfXhHxBIjv3vVULNUdYR9N0_5Xqv6RnKVnMFOnEQyHA0XW9Hr8ePTpjUHNNnCsxjtZLES1CBoZ8JqnoRxNzLRlQ35XPoJWWpDsLpE9_73i8/s1600/BCM_0116.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztnopllmfflpKkjr2D8Rs694Cz8l6146QIfXhHxBIjv3vVULNUdYR9N0_5Xqv6RnKVnMFOnEQyHA0XW9Hr8ePTpjUHNNnCsxjtZLES1CBoZ8JqnoRxNzLRlQ35XPoJWWpDsLpE9_73i8/s320/BCM_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478569285414385714" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Breathe on me</div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Reveal the mysteries</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of your steadfast love</div><div style="text-align: left;">Melt my heart to tears</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Open your word</div><div style="text-align: left;">That I may see</div><div style="text-align: left;">Delicacies of Truth</div><div style="text-align: left;">Restore these brittle bones</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Teach me to Hope</div><div style="text-align: left;">In you alone</div><div style="text-align: left;">I lift my eyes </div><div style="text-align: left;">To the hills of Salvation</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Unlock the hidden things</div><div style="text-align: left;">Found within the folds</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of your splendor</div><div style="text-align: left;">My heart burns for you</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lead the way</div><div style="text-align: left;">Up the mountain of sacrifice</div><div style="text-align: left;">I raise the knife</div><div style="text-align: left;">To find your provision</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Come morning light</div><div style="text-align: left;">Warm my sinful soul</div><div style="text-align: left;">Shred my pride</div><div style="text-align: left;">That I may gaze on beauty</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-6461236822481087592009-12-13T16:37:00.001-08:002009-12-13T16:39:56.831-08:00thankfulyou could have allowed me<div>to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">remain</span></div><div>enslaved to my false hopes</div><div>of idealism.</div><div>it would have been easy</div><div>to watch me carry on</div><div>for another four years,</div><div>twinkle-tapping in sparkly</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fairytales</span> that were</div><div>never meant to be.</div><div>but you are faithful and merciful,</div><div>a gracious father</div><div>who longs to give of your goodness</div><div>and so you broke me.</div><div>the well manicured walls </div><div>of self-protection</div><div>came tumbling down</div><div>while my soul drown</div><div>in pools of salty tears.</div><div>rising up were the jewels</div><div>of contrition and brokenness</div><div>so that i can stand</div><div>in the hope of your love.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-44178239537998855342009-06-30T12:52:00.001-07:002009-06-30T12:54:47.712-07:00emmanuelthe word of god<div>is food for my soul.</div><div>where does my help come from?</div><div>from where</div><div>does the source of </div><div>life spring forth?</div><div>it is in the quiet place.</div><div>the tabernacle of my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heart</span></div><div>where the spirit of the living god dwells.</div><div>nothing else </div><div>can satisfy the depravity</div><div>of my shattered soul</div><div>but the one who calls himself</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">emmanuel</span>.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-35292866015812693692009-06-30T12:48:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:52:12.994-07:00hungrymy soul is thirsty<div>for the life that</div><div>comes from </div><div>the spirit of god.</div><div><br /></div><div>come oh holy god</div><div>and breathe</div><div>on these bones that are </div><div>as dry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">as the</span> dust of the earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>as deep cries out to deep</div><div>so my soul calls</div><div>out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">christ</span> my savior.</div><div><br /></div><div>to be like a tree </div><div>planted next to the </div><div>satisfying riverbed</div><div>is the longing of my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>here i am </div><div>communing with the</div><div>one my heart loves.</div><div><br /></div><div>and here i ask -</div><div>hold me close to your bosom</div><div>and speak tenderly</div><div>with the wind of your spirit.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-10262993367688705922009-05-25T11:09:00.000-07:002009-05-26T15:07:56.079-07:00one thingin all of life <div>there is but one thing,</div><div>to seek after</div><div>the burning heart of the </div><div>father almighty</div><div>to bow before his throne</div><div>and send forth the </div><div>fragrance of worship</div><div>to sit with eyes wide open</div><div>and gaze upon the</div><div>beauty of the lord.</div><div><br /></div><div>in all of life</div><div>there is but one thing,</div><div>to arise to the beckoning</div><div>of the bridegroom</div><div>and partner with love</div><div>to dwell in the house</div><div>of the gracious redeemer</div><div>singing songs of intimacy</div><div>to wait and take heart</div><div>for the one who </div><div>leads beside quiet waters.</div><div><br /></div><div>in all of life </div><div>there is but one thing,</div><div>to restfully lie</div><div>in the safety</div><div>of his dwelling place</div><div>to be protected by</div><div>the shelter of his tabernacle</div><div>and rest my head </div><div>upon his breast</div><div>to be transformed</div><div>by the fiery kiln</div><div>of radiant intercession.</div><div><br /></div><div>in all of life </div><div>there is but one thing,</div><div>to look to him</div><div>with cheeks that are</div><div>void of shame</div><div>to run towards the </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">irresistible</span> grace</div><div>of the one who</div><div>bides me to come</div><div>to delight</div><div>sitting in his shade</div><div>and eat the fruits</div><div>of his goodness.</div><div><br /></div><div>in all of life</div><div>there is but one thing,</div><div>to position myself</div><div>in a posture of humility</div><div>and fill my lamp</div><div>with oil</div><div>to wash the feet </div><div>of the one</div><div>whose sandals i am</div><div>not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">worthy</span> to touch</div><div>to be baptized </div><div>by the sweetness</div><div>of him</div><div>who was, and is, and is to come.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-53050475095837239242009-05-01T17:45:00.000-07:002009-05-01T17:58:05.394-07:00deuteronomy 8:2-10be careful that <div>you do not forget</div><div>the lord your god.</div><div>remember -</div><div>remember when god</div><div>led you away from</div><div> your comforts, safety, and familiarity</div><div>into the land of the unknown.</div><div>this land that is called</div><div>the desert</div><div>became the hands</div><div>that stripped you</div><div>of every form fitting facade.</div><div>the desert posed as</div><div>the loosening force</div><div>to unclench your</div><div>white knuckles that gripped</div><div>the rope of control.</div><div>in the desert</div><div>you were left</div><div>naked, alone, and vulnerable.</div><div>the only company was</div><div>your sin and a mirror</div><div>with your broken</div><div>image reflecting from deep within.</div><div><br /></div><div>be careful that</div><div>you do not forget</div><div>the lord your god.</div><div>remember -</div><div>remember when god</div><div>led you away in</div><div>order to test you</div><div>so that what is </div><div>in your heart</div><div>could be illuminated by grace.</div><div>this test bore</div><div>the face of depression</div><div>producing dark nights</div><div>without the hope of dawn.</div><div>the test grew</div><div>to become your character</div><div>of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">perseverance</span></div><div>with each step taken</div><div>towards the cross of redemption.</div><div>with this test you lay </div><div>prostrate.</div><div>completely humbled</div><div>so that all that remained</div><div>was him that is </div><div>in you.</div><div><br /></div><div>be careful that</div><div>you do not forget</div><div>the lord your god.</div><div>remember -</div><div>remember when god</div><div>fed you with truths</div><div>of your identity.</div><div>naming you</div><div>beloved, daughter, and bride.</div><div>with this food</div><div>you began to arise</div><div>with the light of hope</div><div>flickering in the distant</div><div>good land.</div><div>the food was your portion</div><div>that held you through</div><div>the testing desert</div><div>in order to call you by name.</div><div><br /></div><div>be careful that </div><div>you do not forget</div><div>the lord your god.</div><div>remember -</div><div>remember when god</div><div>provided as you </div><div>walked in his ways.</div><div>the salt from you tears</div><div>transformed into</div><div>drops of olive oil</div><div>dripping from a heart of praise.</div><div>these gifts took on</div><div>new tastes.</div><div>instead of the bitterness </div><div>of anguish under your tongue</div><div>lay the sweetness</div><div>of honey and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pomegranates</span>.</div><div>your parched soul</div><div>was quenched</div><div>with streams and pools of water.</div><div>provisions that were </div><div>never scarce</div><div>filling your ever need.</div><div>lacking nothing</div><div>completely satisfied.</div><div><br /></div><div>be careful that </div><div>you do not forget</div><div>the lord your god.</div><div>remember -</div><div>remember when god</div><div>led you to the desert</div><div>tested your heart</div><div>fed you with truth</div><div>and provided your everything.</div><div>praise him!</div><div>praise his name</div><div>and do not forget.</div><div><br /></div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-27787441471888407082009-02-25T13:49:00.000-08:002009-02-25T14:00:05.178-08:00ash wednesday selahmy bones<div>they are wasting away</div><div>the sin </div><div>of my soul</div><div>is too hideous to reveal.</div><div>in silent hiding</div><div>i must remain.</div><div>but dare i</div><div>acknowledge</div><div>the veiled ugliness?</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">selah</span>...</div><div>day and night</div><div>your hand</div><div>it is so heavy</div><div>crushing, pressing down</div><div>upon me.</div><div>the strength</div><div>of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">flesh</span> wilts</div><div>as in the heat</div><div>of summer's sun.</div><div>all day long</div><div>groaning seeps from</div><div>every fiber of my being.</div><div>this pain is too great.</div><div>but dare i</div><div>acknowledge</div><div>the veiled ugliness?</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">selah</span>...</div><div>my eyes</div><div>grow weaker still</div><div>with the sorrow and grief</div><div>that consumes me.</div><div>the affliction</div><div>of my heart</div><div>crushes the spirit</div><div>within.</div><div>brokenhearted i remain</div><div>alone, cold, and anguished.</div><div>but dare i </div><div>acknowledge the veiled ugliness?</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">selah</span>...</div><div>untiring hands</div><div>stretch forth</div><div>in the emptiness of my night.</div><div>again i refuse</div><div>your comfort to my soul</div><div>it is easier here</div><div>the familiarity of sin</div><div>has become a companion.</div><div>my silence</div><div>strengthens its deceptive</div><div>friendship.</div><div>but dare i</div><div>acknowledge</div><div>the veiled ugliness?</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">selah</span>...</div><div>forsaken i have become</div><div>who can save me?</div><div>the pain</div><div>of my loneliness</div><div>strangles the light</div><div>holding me hostage</div><div>as a prisoner of inequities.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">the</span> troubles of</div><div>my heart</div><div>have conceived and filled</div><div>my life with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">despair</span>.</div><div>there is only silence.</div><div>but dare i </div><div>acknowledge</div><div>the veiled ugliness?</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">selah</span>...</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-50436863228849863042009-02-13T10:52:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:53:32.373-08:00hurting healing lovetrue love it does hurt<div>but will not flee from the pain</div><div>true love it does heal.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-1246727598638155772009-02-13T10:49:00.001-08:002009-02-13T10:52:18.419-08:00plea of rescuehow wretched are the thoughts<div>that poison my mind.</div><div>the snakes</div><div>so evil,</div><div>slither their way into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">innocence</span> </div><div>of my heart</div><div>damaging all that is good along</div><div>their way.</div><div><br /></div><div>crawling on their bellies</div><div>they pursue the throne</div><div>in my soul.</div><div><br /></div><div>o army of god!</div><div>where are you?</div><div>these pollutant, life killing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">serpents</span></div><div>are taking over.</div><div><br /></div><div>this battle of evil is yours</div><div>to fight</div><div>my lord</div><div>beside you i stand adorned</div><div>with your armor.</div><div><br /></div><div>rescue me</div><div>your daughter</div><div>your bride.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-13819008961063550332009-02-13T10:47:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:48:44.067-08:00pinnacle songsilhouettes of life<div>formed by evenings pastel hues</div><div>natures music <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">crescendos</span>.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-72086154149655460272009-02-13T10:45:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:47:11.285-08:00searching flighta bird flies solo<div>searching for her hearts delight</div><div>to where shall she fly?</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-43143183376087638702009-02-13T10:44:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:45:45.782-08:00youngthen i was so young<div>i did not know who i was</div><div>you do not know me.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-50324500484555665452009-02-13T10:37:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:44:05.736-08:00a spacei like to sit<div>out on the deck</div><div>in the mornings.</div><div>from here i can see</div><div>the ocean</div><div>its grandness stretching,</div><div>reaching, boundlessly</div><div>leaping to collide</div><div>with the distant </div><div>horizon line.</div><div>there is a certain smell</div><div>from this spot of mine</div><div>it's hard to describe</div><div>a mixture perhaps</div><div>of salt and earth</div><div>nostalgia and romance.</div><div>its comfortable </div><div>in this place</div><div>morning sun isn't</div><div>quite high enough</div><div>to peek over the</div><div>wall and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">greet</span></div><div>me with a kiss.</div><div>but he colors </div><div>the surroundings</div><div>with tungsten life</div><div>sometimes i rest</div><div>my head </div><div>on the back of the chair</div><div>and sink in.</div><div>listening contently</div><div>to the choir of birds</div><div>sometimes they are </div><div>gentle and modest singers</div><div>sometimes they pronounce</div><div>their voices like that</div><div>of clanging <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cymbals</span>.</div><div>as i rest</div><div>i often think of </div><div>grandma's house</div><div>the red one on the hill.</div><div>it is here</div><div>in this space</div><div>where i give god </div><div>the key to unlock</div><div>the bountiful hopes</div><div>contained in my heart.</div><div>it isn't long</div><div>until desires are </div><div>dancing freely</div><div>released to stretch,</div><div>reach, and boundlessly leap</div><div>to collide with the heavens.</div><div>love is the leader</div><div>counting the steps</div><div>for the others to follow.</div><div>i never speak</div><div>when sitting out here</div><div>the world around me</div><div>offers its wisdom</div><div>for me to</div><div>simply sit</div><div>rest my head</div><div>and listen.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-16636608226733048202009-02-13T10:32:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:37:39.001-08:00a placeout <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">on</span> the cliffs<div>so high above</div><div>unhindered view</div><div>to the world below.</div><div>this is where </div><div>i like to sit.</div><div>dusk is my most</div><div>frequented companion</div><div>she fails not</div><div>to stir within</div><div>deep tranquility and whimsical daydreams.</div><div>upon these cliffs</div><div>i watch before me</div><div>the most glorious cascade</div><div>of colors</div><div>bleeding, curling, weaving</div><div>with one another</div><div>as the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blazing</span> fire</div><div>descends.</div><div>oranges turn to pinks</div><div>yellows transform</div><div>to purples</div><div>and their welcoming arms</div><div>reach to touch</div><div>the corners of the world.</div><div>it's a rare thing of beauty</div><div>sitting out here</div><div>perched upon the cliffs.</div><div>o how i wish</div><div>i could box it up</div><div>so that you may open</div><div>and the bursting</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sea breeze</span> and candy coated</div><div>horizon</div><div>will allure your spirit</div><div>into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dusk's</span></div><div>sweet tranquility.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-31069170199391791512009-02-13T10:29:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:32:26.031-08:00arisecome forth come forth<div>you beckon</div><div>from the rocks</div><div>that hide</div><div>your voice your voice your voice</div><div>so sweet</div><div>and your face so lovely</div><div><br /></div><div>you say arise</div><div>my beautiful bride</div><div>partner with me</div><div>come let us flee</div><div><br /></div><div>to the mountains</div><div>we will journey</div><div>to the mountains of myrrh</div><div>and into the wilderness</div><div>the wilderness, the wilderness of redemption</div><div><br /></div><div>you say arise</div><div>my beautiful bride</div><div>partner with me</div><div>come let us flee</div><div><br /></div><div>we will run</div><div>we will dance</div><div>in the lilies of the valley</div><div>o how pleasing</div><div>my darling my love</div><div>is the fragrance of your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">perfume</span></div><div><br /></div><div>you say arise</div><div>my beautiful bride</div><div>partner with me</div><div>come let us flee.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-73446722536304003112009-02-13T10:25:00.001-08:002009-02-13T10:28:55.279-08:00a poem for my brotherbreak down dear brother<div>those sturdy walls </div><div>of introspection.</div><div><br /></div><div>pick up the sword </div><div>of the spirit</div><div>and silence the darkness</div><div>that holds you captive.</div><div><br /></div><div>turn your ear beloved son</div><div>from the voices</div><div>you hope will give you worth.</div><div><br /></div><div>search, keep searching</div><div>for the sound of silence.</div><div>there you will find</div><div>the still, small whisper</div><div>of the one who gives you name.</div><div><br /></div><div>rise up mighty friend</div><div>keep your lamp burning</div><div>with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fragrant</span> oil</div><div>of worship.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-35775916332664230062009-02-13T10:21:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:24:11.330-08:00fly away goodbyei am putting to death<div>my monarch friend</div><div>this intricately gentle</div><div>winged memory.</div><div><br /></div><div>no longer do i want it</div><div>fluttering about</div><div>interrupting my wholeness.</div><div><br /></div><div>i tear apart the wings</div><div>so never again can he fly</div><div>into my days</div><div>reminding me of his</div><div>penetrating existence.</div><div><br /></div><div>one by one i rip </div><div>tearfully gazing</div><div>at his colorful details</div><div>shredding completely.</div><div><br /></div><div>goodbye my monarch love</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> said it before.</div><div>but this time it's different.</div><div>you can have my heart no longer</div><div>though you never knew</div><div>it belonged to you.</div><div><br /></div><div>i will miss you to be sure</div><div>for you were my first.</div><div>but i belong</div><div>somewhere i feel free.</div><div>goodbye my love.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-33503761808890590142009-02-13T10:14:00.000-08:002009-02-13T10:19:39.083-08:00from stillness to partnershipin the beginning<div>was the stillness of the word</div><div>the word that rested</div><div>so quietly</div><div>within the heart</div><div>of the father almighty.</div><div><br /></div><div>breaking the silence of timeless stillness</div><div>the father did speak</div><div>words of delight</div><div>and words of desire</div><div>and breathed into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">existence</span></div><div>the glorious creation</div><div>of his one and only</div><div>beloved son.</div><div><br /></div><div>longing to give</div><div>his son so dear</div><div>an inheritance so priceless.</div><div>living word of passion</div><div>spoke into being</div><div>a lovely bride and partner for life</div><div>to reign with the son</div><div>forever by his side.</div><div><br /></div><div>"she is yours" my dear son</div><div>"cherish her" this bride i give</div><div>who's value and worth is purely birthed</div><div>out of relationship</div><div>intimate, sacred, and true.</div><div><br /></div><div>as i give</div><div>so shall you</div><div>speak into her</div><div>words of truth</div><div>love her as a jealous bridegroom.</div><div><br /></div><div>fight for her o son of mine</div><div>for as she is yours</div><div>she also is mine.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-54336000637739252642009-02-13T09:39:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:45:12.938-08:00psalm 130the dark night of my soul<div>sets in</div><div>unbearable weight piles upon</div><div>the yoke of</div><div>fear i carry.</div><div><br /></div><div>stifling layers of pain</div><div>crack and shatter</div><div>my spirit</div><div>so weary.</div><div><br /></div><div>i wade through the blackness</div><div>in search of your morning.</div><div>crimson stains of sin</div><div>blindfold the light</div><div>of loves salvation.</div><div><br /></div><div>sisters and brothers come quickly</div><div>peel open my eyes of green</div><div>to gaze into </div><div>mercy's liberation.</div><div><br /></div><div>dear friends i plead</div><div>walk with me</div><div>that i may taste.</div><div><br /></div><div>darkness comes before dawn</div><div>let us wait like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">watchmen</span></div><div>and let us wait together.</div><div><br /></div><div>from the depths</div><div>hope flickers.</div><div>crushing burden of shame</div><div>now weightless.</div><div><br /></div><div>dancing in fields of joy</div><div>redemption beams.</div><div><br /></div><div>o friends you stayed</div><div>upholding till i receive</div><div>guiding me to embrace.</div><div><br /></div><div>lord you failed not</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exchaning</span> my night</div><div>for your radiance</div><div>of grace.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-57633940783003561172009-02-13T09:04:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:15:33.212-08:00psalm 42alone is my soul<div>in the pain of this wilderness.</div><div>how did i get here;</div><div>to this dark place of seclusion?</div><div><br /></div><div>fear, loneliness, and anguish</div><div>are the foxes of my night.</div><div>marring truth while shredding life</div><div>maliciously they conquer</div><div>the allegiance within.</div><div><br /></div><div>i once lay peacefully</div><div>under the shade of your tree</div><div>delight was ours</div><div>lovesick affections</div><div>spilled forth.</div><div><br /></div><div>the days are fierce</div><div>silent cold relentlessly whips</div><div>during this bitter, lonely winter.</div><div><br /></div><div>deep cries out to deep</div><div>where has my lover gone?</div><div>have you seen the one</div><div>my heart loves?</div><div><br /></div><div>shadows so black</div><div>tears of sorrow rush forth.</div><div><br /></div><div>far off the faintest voice</div><div>a soft, whispering bid</div><div>arise and come.</div><div>until the day breaks</div><div>and the shadows flee</div><div> i will go.</div><div><br /></div><div>reaching through the </div><div>midnight deep</div><div>desperation longs to touch</div><div>the hope of dawn.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-63797254215582432802009-02-13T08:59:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:03:59.732-08:00pain meets hopeyou heart it aching<div>questions <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">swirling</span> about</div><div>suffocating the hope</div><div>buried by life's pains.</div><div><br /></div><div>inside awaits a sacred place</div><div>the inner most dwelling of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">christ</span></div><div>rise up dear sister</div><div>gather your strength</div><div>and enter his refuge.</div><div><br /></div><div>bringing your fears</div><div>surrendering your doubts.</div><div><br /></div><div>he longs to meet you</div><div>comfort and peace</div><div>will diminish the tears of hurt.</div><div><br /></div><div>open wide your soul</div><div>let his light in</div><div>to erase the night.</div><div><br /></div><div>until the day breaks</div><div>and the shadows flee</div><div>live as the beloved</div><div>embrace his ravished heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>cry out, release your brokenness</div><div>faithfulness will not turn away.</div><div><br /></div><div>delicacies await you</div><div>at the table of the king.</div><div>feast upon the goodness</div><div>journey into intimacy</div><div>for perfect love </div><div>casts out fear.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-20642483736334509762009-02-13T08:53:00.001-08:002009-02-13T08:59:21.879-08:00surrenderedyou beckon me to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">abandonedly</span> trust.<div>in the unknown,</div><div>i stumble for the ropes</div><div>to see, to know, to control</div><div>my minds darkest lust.</div><div><br /></div><div>gentle whispers caress my cares</div><div>with hope.</div><div>clenched fists slowly loosen their grip.</div><div>arise and come</div><div>my darling, my love.</div><div><br /></div><div>brokenness, shame, and hurt</div><div>you tenderly strip</div><div>revealing my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">trueness</span></div><div>and my eyes like a dove.</div><div><br /></div><div>the world is a question</div><div>a sea of uncertainty</div><div>alluring me to fill</div><div>with temporary pleasures.</div><div><br /></div><div>with your heart i will partner</div><div>to you i flee</div><div>intoxicating love </div><div>is this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">life's</span> only treasure.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-2957378187660804912009-02-13T08:50:00.000-08:002009-02-13T08:52:51.858-08:00quieted blanketthe quiet, gentle falling snow<div>produces a desire</div><div>to ape the simple solidarity</div><div>of each unique flake.</div><div><br /></div><div>floating, swirrling down they travel</div><div>blanketing our noisy world of chaos</div><div>with an invitation to</div><div>be still and rest.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-84602356713124487462009-02-13T08:49:00.001-08:002009-02-13T08:50:43.763-08:00glistening waltza single web dances <div>with morning light.</div><div>warm rays reflect the radiance</div><div>of her form.</div><div>in perfect unison</div><div>the two waltz</div><div>arm in arm</div><div>for their adoring audience.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887061907482861496.post-61369505877225141182009-02-13T08:38:00.000-08:002009-02-13T08:48:41.489-08:00tungsten morningthe low hanging sun<div>of mid - morning </div><div>casts long, relaxed shadows</div><div>stirring within my romantic frame of mind</div><div>a glowing desire to photograph.</div><div><br /></div><div>its warm tungsten rays</div><div>are the lamplight by which</div><div>i travel into the colorful</div><div>expressions of yann martel.</div><div><br /></div><div>rhythmic movement of</div><div>pacific waves</div><div>sets the tone</div><div>for todays remaining hours</div><div>while the kiss of father morning</div><div>invites me to remain</div><div>in the riches of his presence.</div>Poetic Musingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09973856255881832058noreply@blogger.com0