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Worship, Waiting, Work

Called to all three Worship, waiting, work Worship perhaps the clearest Though not the easiest Worship, honor adoration Prayer, devotion, supplication. Worship is discipline. Waiting for food, waiting for time, Waiting for our Saviors return divine. Waiting, interruption or rest? Pause, hault, break or respite. Waiting equals rest. Working has a drudgery beat Assumed to break backs and knees Working, …

Pathway

Conditioning my soul Preparing my mind To look ahead To forget what’s behind I see the pattern now It took me so long To recognize recovery To sing a new song Setback, despair, pain Grips, seeps, shocks When the surprise settles Satan knocks Lock the door Reach out for help Prayer from friends My being melts Weeping, wailing Resting, releasing …

Lament

Lord what does surrender mean? Does it bring toil and suffering. Skin burns, eyes twitch, foot numb Weakness seems to have overcome Open palms, pruned trees Wildness wandering Juniper roots are bitter and harsh Mushrooms grow in the marsh Dormant plants are they sleeping? Dry eyes still weeping Good, good father I sing again Memories of hospital robes enter in …

Lament

As the donkeys tail sways, and his voice hee haws. My vision wanders in the fog. His brae like mine, is raspy and worn. Of all thinks a pill stuck, my throat now torn. Fear of shame, embarrassment both he and I. Not wanting grief before we die. Grief and the grave. You gracefully bore. Our sin muddy deceit you …

Lament

Oh weight of Glory My soul knows the story Rise up again, hope my friend My lack of worth, is not true Nor the blue, gray state of mind Remind me Father, of forward not behind. A fresh breeze settles in Lungs absorb the oxygen Breath into me, the life giving word Let it settle and rest, refresh me lord ...

Tool Chest

I would like to draw a parallel between marriage and a well constructed tool chest. Bear with me, I am a farmers daughter, I know a little bit. Ha bit, you get it? We all get married we start of with a heavy duty tool chest, with felt liners, no scratches on the exterior and a handful of tools on …

Laments

Suffering Surrounded by frozen vegetables, burritos, gel packs, freezer packs. These things mountains, and my weak inflamed body the valley. I cry out to you lord. No answer. When will this suffering stop? I like a caterpillar grovel on the ground, could this be my rest? A cocoon, transformation From this lowly body. In this life healing, joy, change? Will …

Laments

Will the sunrise Will this pain flee Twilights obscure state Dust refracts, my spirit lacks In between night and morning In between earth and heaven Mercy dear father mercy! I bow before your throne of grace Bring healing to this place Remove the pain Strands no longer sting Eyes no longer wet Bones straight, disc hydrate Paths of pain removed …