Pursued

Pursued

He's coming after me

Intent upon destroying

Hopes and daring dreams

With taunts and hurts deploying

That I might finally be

Submitted to a fate

Of his askew creation

Upon the Lord, I wait

The truth, one cannot quell

From Living Waters' well

I quench my searching thirst

The last is now the first

Pray Without Ceasing

Prayers lifted

Prayers heard

Prayers pressing

Prayers heard

Prayers screaming

Prayers heard

God will answer

In His time

Not ours

But in His

Alone.  Prayers

Always, always,

Always heard.

Amen

Regrets!

Regrets!  I regard the snow

Fallen in frigid freeze

Clinging, gripping obstinately

To sub-zero breath and breeze

Yet, invites a welcome stay

To warmth, to hearth; home and heart

Retreat!  Into the sheltering arms

Of the One who won't depart.

This Moment's Breath

This moment's breath

Noted, how and why

The in then out

of air - necessity

Transforms being

Into otherness

Inhale, exhale

Breathing into wholeness.

Amen.

Mary's Heart

"Yes," she said

When angel hailed 

as favored one

"Yes," she said

Knowing the world

Stood against her

"Yes," she said

Soul magnifies

The Lord of Lords

Yes!

Shalom

Shalom

Peace

Wholeness

Completeness

All God wills

All God wants

Unity with Him

Nothing else

Will do

Shalom

I Lay Before You

A teardrop of wax

Shed in the burning

Of flame, aglow

With a yearning

For answered prayer

I lay before You

In the light

All things are new

All is right

Autumn's Promise

Romans 15:12

And again, Isaiah says, "The Root of Jesse will spring up, one who will arise to rule over the nations; in Him the Gentiles will hope.

The leaves fall

Tumbling down

Dancing on wind

Pitter-patter

Like raindrops

Scatter glory

Twist and twirl

Descend with grace

Draw attention

Make their mark

Though now faded

Remembered well

The vibrant green

Once spring's face

Recalled, renewed,

Will come again

In hope, they will

Come again

Love's Fire

The tender part

The heart that cares

The love that flows

And freely shares;

That is my desire.

The tinder part

Of you, I see:

Think less of you 

And more of Me.

Set the world on fire!

Leaf Falls

Leaf out of season

Unduly rendered past prime

Falls to ground.  Reminds.

Lies!

Lies in my holy name

As if I give permission

For divination blatant

Idolatry reminiscent

Of the first betrayal

When I looked, I searched

I sought the naked souls

Who, in their shame, ran

For cover before All-Knowing

Eyes and ears and mind and soul.

Only I Am makes them whole!

Life Line

This poem emerged from the trauma of having to administer at-home antibiotics to my husband, Danny, after his latest surgeries to remove an infected pacemaker, and replace it, on the other side of his chest, with a new one.

Sanitized hands poised and ready

Alcohol swab held tentatively

Scrub the hub, scrub the hub

Eyes closed momentarily

Remembering the brief instructions

A second's breath held; the blame

If mistake is made, means every

Stride from there to here, negated

Fit and tighten; tighten - pump

Detach, attach anew the healing

Bulb of balm for soul infected

Wait it out.  Wait.  Wait.

Time's up!  Loose the bonds!

Scrub the hub, scrub the hub

Inject the cleansing element

Infuse the sealing cure for all

May Jesus "scrub our hub" and make us all ready and willing for His cleansing cure!

Journey Not Expected

As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet:  "A voice of one calling in the wilderness, 'Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight pats for Him.'" ~Luke 3:4

Journey not expected

Is the road to take

When interrupted

For God will make

Rough ways smooth

The ruts and potholes filled

His way before us

Calm and gentle

Stilled

Alone - Holy Saturday Reflection

Alone

So alone

Hiding

He is gone

Grieving

Bitter tears

Hope

Hope flies

Away

And yet

Maybe

Not alone

Promise

Words recalled

Tears

Wash clean

Eyes 

To see

Strong Together

Two stand strong together

One of Chosen People

One of City on the 

Hill, side by side

Resolved, united, one

In heart and mind and soul

That peace may come; God's peace

To heal, and make us whole.

Festive Ribbon

Festive ribbon, sprawling red

Reminder of the blood once shed

By the One who bore our sin;

In manger, saw His life begin.

No wreath adorned nor sparkling tree

Could replicate this gift to me.

And yet, they point me to the Way

Of hope and faith; my guide, I pray.

Coming Home

The wind dies down

The cold abates

And God abides

My soul partakes

In His promise

Hope is new

In fallen leaf

In sunset's hue

The leaves as raindrops

Scatter-pat

Address with grace

Their autumn flat

Of residence

Finding home

Claiming home

Coming home

Fishers of Men

Like waves meeting shore

My thoughts crescendo, recede

Into His, once more

And my heart, wanton, longing

Knows it's met its match

That is grand beyond belief;

The Lord makes the catch.

Advent

One candle lit

Beginning

Of a welcome

Yet to be

Full of promise

Waiting hope

Hope in waiting

For the coming

Of our King

One Vagrant Cloud

One vagrant cloud

Above my head

Incites a rush

Of awe

Instead

Of staid

Too placid

Comfortable me

No other place

I'd rather be

Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your in the glory in the heavens . ~Psalm 8:1