Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A spent Sunday in my promise garden.
In every step forward, compose a mental reminder to forgive,
relinquish bitter spirits and love with wild abandonment.
Those who want to speak, let them speak,
trapping themselves in the devil’s snare.
Flee! Be jubilant in your new found freedom,
not residing in the enemy’s lair.
Life is not about being less of you
but being more of God.
Soul sparkles your atoms.
In the beauty of the earth be awed.
My azalea bush. Spring 2016 Louie spying on me behind the Columbine,
while I flit as a butterfly, around the garden.
Yes, unexpectedly, neighbor’s may catch me dancing in the sun or lying in the grass watching the clouds pass over.
Ephesians 5:8 For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light 9 for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth.
Unfortunately, this is not Indiana’s weather today, so I had to use Friday’s pictures and improvise. Gratefully, my heart is still as warm and happy as it was on Friday! Peace, J
Music enters the mind and becomes your dance.
Dance expresses the heart and exits as your dream.
Dreams are the soul, a cosmic light beam.
Your circle of life.
Job 26:10 “He has inscribed a circle on the surface of the waters
at the boundary of light and darkness.
11 The pillars of heaven tremble and are astounded at his rebuke.
Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you. My second chance to shape faith every Sunday for a year.
The shifting ground
Peace, my child
I can give.
in fertile ground
while my head
resides in clouds.
Funny life zooms
coming to a lull
teaching us to wait.
“Oh that my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my calamity! “For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; Therefore my words have been rash.
‘Do you not fear Me?’ declares the LORD ‘Do you not tremble in My presence? For I have placed the sand as a boundary for the sea, An eternal decree, so it cannot cross over it. Though the waves toss, yet they cannot prevail; Though they roar, yet they cannot cross over it.
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of Mine and acts on them, may be compared to a wise man who built his house on the rock. “And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on the rock. “Everyone who hears these words of Mine and does not act on them, will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand When I awake, I am still with You.