When life’s vibrations turn to shaking
the only way to calm it is
to take hold of something solid and unshakable
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A Christmas poem
Poetry bits: braille
I wish I could write
these words in braille
so you could feel
what I am saying
* I am working on a piece called “Machine” and this line came to me today. I wanted to share it.
Machine
Beware when your ministry
is a well-oiled machine
for machines have not hearts
though productive machines
know nothing of affection
desires or hope
Rescue
Maybe it was out of something
you came through
Maybe it was from things
you never had to experience
You have been rescued
Tongue [lost poem]
I do not know when I wrote this…I just found it in some old random scratched notes…
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My sword is sharp and shiny.
It is small and quick.
My sword is sharp enough to cut the chains
binding my brothers.
Swift enough to sweep the feet of enemies.
My sword is a powerful weapon
Worthy of worship through grace
Flashed properly glorifies my King.
My sword is strong by preparedness
Training has made my ability strong
Striking foes I am summoned to attack
My sword is only a sword
Capable of evil as much as good.
My sword is sharp and shiny
It is small and quick
Sharp enough to cut through the flesh of friends
Swift enough to take a brother by surprise.
My sword is a powerful weapon
Capable of destruction through spite
Flung rashly kills fellow countrymen.
My sword is strong by preparedness
No training leaves me weak
Unable to control my powerful sword
My sword is a powerful weapon
Used by a weak man
But still a dangerously powerful weapon.
(Proverbs 12:6,18)
What must you be like
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Passover Prodigal
The older brother in me is frustrated
I never did the things the younger one did
while I was doing the right thing
The Passover in me is thankful
God has brought me out and rescued me
from ever having to experience
the pain of the far off land
Shining Darkness
Darkness to the intellect
But sunshine to the heart
– Frederick W. Faber
the time I prayed for strength
I found myself
broken on the floor in tears.
I did not know what to do or where to go
who I had become.
So I asked
for strength
for wisdom.
Rarely do I ask for much
I am more content to pursue intimacy
than to ask for things
brokenness makes you ask for things
I started asking
and I waited…
……..
……..
I listened until
I was frustrated with the silence
Just before I fell asleep, I lay there
with dried up eyes and I heard:
“I am not a genie. I am your God, and I love you. If you want strength, I am not just going to GIVE you strength. It will start to get really difficult now. Will you be strong in those times or not. I am not a genie; I am your God who loves you.”
