Cath? Why can’t you be more logical, More rational, More sequential And more commonsensical In your thinking?
‘Seen’ Through Love
Category: Free Prose
Softly, Gently
Softly, gently, I unfurl my wings And rise on the life of Your breath Into timeless places With no beginning and no end, And I am found in You, Perfect One. You’re my place of constant rest, Where I am absent from the stuff, spit and clay Of my own mess....
No Fear In Yeshua
As we imbibe His love and Allow a space, For our eyes to meet with His...
Remember Who Your Father Is
From nothing to something Words spun, Movement gathered, Water flowed. Dust to flesh, Bone on bone, Breath in lungs— You awakened to your Creator...
I Am His and He Is Mine
These days, This era, This time in history, Has opened up a space for a clarion call, An invitation, That was never actually laid to rest in the first place...
Between the Second and Third Heavens
I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
Through The Eye Of The Needle
My own unfulfilled expectations Led me to desert places, Where I thirsted For finality, and success. Those occasional oases Gaslit my senses— Like mirages moving gracelessly...
Fire, Gnarled Fists and Fury
My heart is hidden behind shaded eyes, But if you look—really look, You will find that At this moment, It is speaking to you. Take it or leave it— It will be here either way; Beating, Breathing oxygen, and
Tree.
I stand alone,Ground beneath and sky above—Gentle breezes that dance with heart Upon my leaves.In this vulnerable place it is difficult for me not toCall to familiar things—To live as I once lived. But I will not, becauseIt was in losing my life that I found this tender place.But if I try—really tryTo find my … Continue reading Tree.
Where I Am Home.
I hear your voice Soft, tender, strong— Its resonance cuts through mist and fog And even though my eyes are clouded, Covered, misted, hidden from light, My heart can see, My heart can hear, My heart can feel where you are. Confusion lies behind tired eyes And occupies real estate in my mind, But You … Continue reading Where I Am Home.
