Haiku for a Fiery Friday
Holy Fire fall down
Revive your world once again
Burn with your glory!
Haiku for a Fiery Friday
Holy Fire fall down
Revive your world once again
Burn with your glory!
I know this is an unusual subject for a Thanksgiving morning(maybe the cold has got my brain stuck in spring?), but here is a poem for your holiday. Praise God and have a blessed morning.
Flowers
Flowers flitter, float and twist
Spinning at water’s edge
Suspended in fluid life
Until a force, unidentifiable
pushes, they’re caught in
torrents of an energy
Out of control, blindly
Ripping at everything
Multi-hued and rushing
Entrapped in wildly straining
At times, mad
Ceaselessly, rushing waters
Of life, labor, loss, pain
Flowers follow, bobbing
Tossed and thrown
Waters almost overwhelming
Losing a few small strays
Of petals, delicate against
The flow, deluge swirling
Forcing them to dance
At last, the journey’s end
Uncertain, perhaps unsafe
The water tumbles, falls over
An abyss of rock’s sharp edge
The flowers cling, clutch
Tenacious to hold the liquid
Surface, then in faith
They release and reach
For a hitherto unknown
Place, in air,
It lifts, they let go
And rise to fly back home
Here is a Haiku for this Tuesday morning and a picture of the sun greeting my part of the world.
Knees bent in worship
Hearts bowing before a throne
Get more than they give!!!
Wouldn’t you like to see Utopia? Wouldn’t we all like to see a world without pain, suffering, disagreements, wars, orphans living on the streets with nothing? We have been promised, assured we will live in such a Utopia if we believe in, try to emulate the historically documented Jesus of Nazareth.
It will begin with a revived American church. Our country leads the world in almost everything and so do our churches or they should at least try. Wouldn’t you like to see a church less divided among itself, one with more influence over the world and its culture rather than the other way around with the culture having more influence over God’s living, holy church??
I would love to see revival in the American churches. I pray for revival with more of the power of the Holy Spirit alive and well in our spiritual family. I pray for a lower divorce rate in our churches, a church less caught up in lusting after money and material possessions and one that lusts after Christ more instead. I pray for a church that is less caught up in fitting in with the world and more concerned with standing up and being different from the world’s standards. I pray for a church like the first century one that is willing to go and sell something, lay the money at the feet of our church leaders in order to help the poor and more needy in God’s family. I pray for a church whose true glory is the glory of the living Christ!
May God bless your day. Praise God!!!
When Christ died on that cross our Victory was assured. The same power that raised Him out of that cold, dark grave wants to come and live inside of you, His Holy Spirit. The more we step out of the way and let this Spirit live in us, the more of His Victory over this world you will experience.
Were you a victim of abuse? Were you taught by parents to be an alcoholic, drug addict? Were you taught to be irresponsible with money, mean-hearted, negative, hypercritical? You do not have to be caught up in any of that anymore. Christ can give you His overcoming power to leave all of that behind you and step into His Victory!! He has overcome all the problems of this world, and can give you the power to overcome them also!!
He did that for me and will for you. I have had to have help, but do not be afraid to ask for help. Become a part of his spiritual family somewhere (church) and let them help you as well. Praise God for his unfailing love, mercy, compassion, grace and forgiveness. May you have a blessed day!!
Tears
Crystal tears
Polished with pain
Glisten, shine
Amidst life’s
Long, twisting lanes
Chimes in wind
Tinkling with sound
They slip, slide
Fall to ground.
Call out my name
These harbingers,
Past pains warn
Of future hurts
No one escapes
Travails, sorrows
We glide forward
Unknown indeed are
All tomorrows
Only one promise
Stands so clear
Voiced from heaven
To mortals so mere
Look up, see
My arms await
Each who tries to follow
My beckoning Son through
These opened gates
My tears also fall
To soak a thirsty earth
For all my lost children
Who turn their backs
On their gift of
this glorious new birth!