Heaven's Poetry

Heaven's poetry

Etched in lives

Unworthy prone

To living lies

Heaven's prose

The realm of prayer

When hoping for

Heart made bare

Before the throne

Dreams come true

When all for me

Is all for you.

~Inspired by Ephesians 2:10

Saved!

Sea Oats bow and bend before the wind

On dunes securing place and livelihood

The roots delve deep protecting sand from waves

Saving one another understood

Attending Church

Attending church,

Is it rote?

Or does worship

Sing the note

Yet imagined?

Seeking soul

Reunites

The one to whole.

City on a Hill

Deplorable, I'd rather be

Than unctuous, blind before a crown

Gained only by nefarious means;

Guilt?  Admit?  It is renowned

Among these deemed unwashed, unclean

Masses who desire wall

And dare to speak, heart and mind,

Before they see a nation fall,

That once stood proud, enlightened city

On a hill, heaven's hold

Upon the earthly bonds of men,

To bid them heaven's truth be told.

While I Walk Valleys

Lord, open my eyes

To see the mountains grandeur

While I walk valleys.

Carousel Ponies

Carousel ponies, garishly painted,

Attract washed, unwashed, the same.

Round and round the gallop revolves,

Unending pledge falsely proclaimed.

Gold ring!  The prize!  Reach out!  Seize!

Merry-go-round not merry at all.

The children, fraught with worry, fear

At any moment, horses will fall

Up and down, up and down,

Until momentum runs its course.

The ride no more, no more the ride;

To feckless stable, goes the horse.

The Voice of the Lord

I hear you, Lord, not with words

Spoken; I hear you

Indefinably, yet undeniably

I know You are there.  You speak

In language I can only grasp in soul

I rest my case, by grace, this sinning heart

Will treasure an inheritance's promise.