May the one who needs to receive hard words be able to receive them when they find him. May that be the prayer and heart of all of us. I dedicate this poem to the one who needs to hear it.
Today, a prayer from my journal that became a poem to share. May the words be received, and may they do the work they need to in the heart of the one who needs the work to be done in them, including me. Amen.
Cracked open good, this needed break.At first, we run but can’t escape.Beautiful truth pours down like lightfilters through clouds, brings clear sight. Heaven breaks through sky to the earth,a slow, steady illumination…I was wrong!I could not see… until God in His goodnesswashed over me. Beyond the rage, and hate- outside the cage,I contemplate the waysContinue reading “Up. Rise.”
Stirring the soup of this so-called life, seasons swirl in my mind,
glimpses of who I have been, swimming in my consciousness
stirring within a stew of questions, tiny bits bubbling up
swirling in my brain’s broth, one question rising…
as the scales fall from my eyes-
who am I, now?