Words for the Soul
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can't. I can. I can't. I can.
in the I can't place.
on the edge of everything I know
the smooth strands of Your silken call
me like electrical sparks of light
a whispered breeze of unseen wind
a voice of unlimited range
and Low all at once
a moment that is too short
think it has begun and ended
too long to realize it has begun or ended
will. I promise in my Word. So in me you will"
Your voice soaking in to fill
the empty space the angry words of self doubt
it in knowing
comforting familiar taste
will in You
New me shouts with joy.
Returning to the liquid fluidity from which we came
the womb of our birth
Bathed in the warm nourishing waters of
this ocean of creation
Created in love and from love
Created to be so fluid
To wrap Your goodness around us
even as we strike out and stray
We cannot punch a gash or any rip[
in the Holy ocean of Your love
For always You created us to enfolded
by Your liquid love
The many waters of the so many more than seven seas
The seas were stirred by Your presence on the waters
And all creatures great and small were formed
From the flowing liquid of emptiness
From the many waters of near and immensely far
From the boiling dust of new suns
And rolling tide of time and energy
Wrapped together in Your good plan
To make all things
To make all things perfect in Your love
Pursuit of Happiness
So many people are seekers
Of the comfort of sitting with their back to the sun
And looking out to nothing but a wide expanse of an ocean view
Or of the exhilaration of going fast and yet in total control
Of receiving the "Yes I want you" glances of the opposite sex
Of scoring big and on purpose
"Life is too short to seek after anything else", they say
For there is no wasted time in the pursuit
of a slice of the pie with your name on it
A heaping serving with a cherry on top
"Spoil me. Spoil me in riches of happiness", is their cry.
Bring it on and they will dine with relish.
And who am I to judge harshly this single-minded pursuit
as not good for anyone?
Who am I to call another's desires temptations
For I too am a seeker after joy
I too am always seeking More.
More of You, Jesus, is my cry
The joy of knowing Your presence is my desire
Lord, how close are the ones
who seek pleasure for it's own sake to Heaven?
In these pleasures which You provide is Your will
Done on Earth as it is in Heaven?
If pain be banished from a person's life
By luck happenstance and the power of money
If every crisis and sickness be averted
By the best doctors money can buy
If a person be born in the lap of luxury
And never fall from that place
Do they know Your riches
If they do not know You
And yet they are fashioned from clay
And will return to dust.
When I ask for healing
becomes an instrument that You play out
Your healing art on.
Not like the art of a surgeon
But like the art of the maestro
You improvise each repair
with sudden down strokes
and with haunting melodies
With peaceful quiet moments
and thunderous crashes of drama
All along we play the part of belief
Knowing that all along
we are witnessing Your creative art
Even in the pregnant pauses
When we are desperate to see healing finished
We remember the pauses are pregnant.
The Spirit moves on the water
and invites our spirit to join Him
effortlessly following in His wake
To awaken all our sleeping parts
that we put to sleep thinking they were suffering
To ride on the waves
and to ride in the shallows
Seeing both as purposes of God
To lie awake wondering
Is this a dream?
This voyage that I am on
Or is it reality?
The Spirit himself calls to us in our hollow chambers
The cloistered shells where we set up household
He calls knowing the deep things of God
He calls knowing that we are not only chamber maids
We are royalty.
Given access to all chambers of the Father's heart
For there is the Father's kingdom to be One
and places to be seen
Places that lie now in a dreamless state
Waiting as though frozen, gripped
Places where your dreams can loosen
before decay sets in
And as the sound of rushing water fades
Take with you this memory of a vision
to your new day
And your new day serving Him.
I do not come like a thief in the night
I come like a thief
To surprise all the expectant mothers
and the expectant fathers
who have been waiting for the new age
to be born
To surprise with sudden discovery
that what you thought
were tears of pain
are tears of joy
To surprise the climax and the crescendo
that were not fanfares but requiems
To break the ordered intents of
rules and strictures
each iota of the code
a law unto itself
And substitute for these brazen idols
The wholeness of My blood
I come in every miracle
I come in every transformation of the heart
I come where
The Way has been made ready
You chose my parents
You chose my family
You chose what paths would lie before me
You chose my walk in life
You chose my country
You chose the circumstances I would find around me
You chose to call me
I chose to head or not to head
You chose to show me
I choose to follow Your lead
You chose to reach Your hand out
I choose whether to take hold
You brought challenges to my strength
I choose whether or not to be bold
Lord, How many choices did I choose wrong and not the right?
Lord, How many choices did I not even see the choice at all?
Lord, How many times have I stumbled down blind alleys
hidden from the light?
How many times have I chose to shut my ears
and not listen to Your call?
You chose to care for me without a moments hesitation
You chose to love me unconditionally
You chose to make me in Your creation
You chose to die for me
So I could be free.
Free to choose You
To see Your amazing face
To hear worship
From Heaven reaching earthly ground
Each molecule is amazing
Every person is amazing
All creation is amazing
All of time is amazing
Amazing grace to see Your face
To be with You in this place
Amazing grace to hear the sound
Reaching from Heaven to earthly ground
In. Digging Out.
I was squelched and I was squashed
Into a small hole
A rodent's burrow
And there I tried to love the darkness
I saw above me the light
The light from the burrow's exit
How I longed for the light
To escape the confines of the hole
To live out in the light in freedom
"You dug yourself this hole"
Said a voice I did not know
I was frightened and dug further
As I dug suddenly came my thought
"The voice was right"
"The voice is right"
I lifted my eyes to the light
I lifted my body out of the hole
Emerging like a moth from a cocoon
To a new found freedom
What a beautiful rose is Your princess Helen,
How she bears now the deathly veil as a bridal garment
she responds with grace
to the purification of these final hours
How frail she looks to the naked eye
With limbs bone tight
and whispers for words
But as a queen she decrees and speaks truth
As a princess her smile breaks forth from behind the clouds
You cradled her at birth
And will take her once again into your loving hands
(Note: after this poem was written Helen accepted Christ and her health
improved and she lived another month).
I want more than
Mere words, Only words.
But Your words are more than mere words
Your words, my God,
are the fountain spring of creation
Your words are nourishment
and the foundation of all truth.
Your words are the "Let it be so" and the
"So shall it be"
In the beginning was the Word
These words of mine are
only echoes of Yours
Reflecting back so I can hear them
Again and again
Then come to know them
These words of mine
Like last words on a dying mans lips
My will and testament
They express all that is in me
They let a window open and
Even a doorway to
What is growing in me
Opening to all others
who are crying to themselves
For if I speak to them they will hear
and find words are their solace
These words are the signs that
rest is at hand
That what God speaks shall be
Now and forevermore
the first desert bloom
a rose on the moon
a song sung in Braille
the dark cell of the jail
a last sun ray
the end of the day
my love-whispered name
I was alone with my shame
are the color red
all else is gray and dead
are the strong bright light
all else is black as night
are the one flag flying
the blast zone of fear and dying
are the only one
all else has been said and done
heart is broken in three
part a piece of the Trinity
part belongs to my Holy Father
part fell further and farther
where it fell He never abandoned me
it fell on fertile soil like a seed
part broke in the holy wind
with the blood of unholy sin
when it burst His breath blew strong
the seed burst forth in holy song
part I give to my Savior Lord
all I have, my heart, my word
part once broke now whole with the rest of me
tree of life is now my destiny
says it’s true, the great I AM
says it’s true, you are you
not the call of I’ve got to be me
not a call of vanity
is His call, His call to you
says it’s true, you are you
is His acknowledgement of you
confuse the I AM who I AM
His loving words to you
says it’s true, you are you
everything there is a turning
to bear deeper without the turning of the awl
boldly forth we are told by the world
without turning back
way lies a precipice
lies a one way street
return but over a cliff
there is a time
when the seasons change
when the cold insolence of unforgiving winter
when the youthful victory dances
who seem to fly with vigor and speed
turned to the slower measured steps
husband and wife truly in love together
turning there is fear of what lies behind now unseen
lies ahead unknown
turning there is loss of what we leave behind
ours but now a stranger
we were going, goals now set aside
turning there is repentance
we have trampled without respect
on holy images
others for little gain
we count such little gain as total loss
facing our sins and failures we turn from them
again into the blessings
we stride boldly
not to seek the sirens of this world who call
with the humble blessings of the meek
boldness lies in an humble courage
facing fears with God
we go forth it is with the blessings of the pure
by streams of tears and the turning of the tide
without even a foothold in the past
Hope is not an
is a season of blessing
is not a prayer that must be answered
it is not good
is good unto itself
springs eternal in
those who were born of hope
does no feed on itself
is nourished by every good thing from Heaven
stands alone only
all others are discouraged
then it remains like an upright mast
is spared the storm
hope is victorious it vanishes
when a joyful expectation comes to pass
remains is joy but no longer expectancy
Let your impatience be
transformed by hope
what seems a sullen waiting
not seem like waiting at all
will be, instead, a time of journey
a beautiful land
even the trials of the voyage become chapters
a tale of adventure
there is present a sweet intense yearning
return home to "Abba"
your hope be in God
upon His will everything else rests
in His great and good nature
place all our hope
Lord You see into me
me as though I am a window
the deep places.
Lord You know me in the deepest way.
forth from there a joy
knows no boundaries.
forth a spirit that cannot be quenched
persecution or by misfortune.
fortunate am I
know Your call.
fortunate am I to know true fortune.
gold. Your silver. Your worth.
fortune beyond measure
all that I must go through
find this treasure.
are You my Lord
beautiful to me
visible to me.
worshipper in true strength
face down in the dirt
call forth these moments.
sing them to me.
Father nurture those things into me.
Papa, nurture and speak to me
your unseen but feeling love.
I feel at last.
feel what was hidden before
feel like an island in Your kingdom.
feel protected and embraced
the sea of Your love.
all Your magnificent creation.
tears drying on my face.
waves breaking on my shores.