Power

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I had a very terrible start in life. An orphan from birth, I was shuffled between an orphanage and foster care. I have known lovelessness and having nothing in life, but somehow God found me. Even at a very early age, say 9 or 10, I was able to feel a presence in my life. They said I was a highly sensitive child. An elder at our last church said I seemed to be a very spiritually sensitive person. I’m thankful to God for staying so close to me as I never really felt loved or that I really fit in anywhere even after I was adopted.

He has at times given me dreams and visions or impressions which I have talked about on this blog site. I pray I could make God feel more real for you.

We have a small second story balcony off the front of our townhouse. It’s up so high you get a panoramic view of the sky and the clouds. I was out on it one day when I felt I could envision a flat platform made of only clouds with more leading up to it. At the top was a very tall angel dressed in a short white tunic and holding a massive golden spear in his hand. His face was beautiful but frightening to look at, resembling a human face but not quite like a human’s. It was beautiful but frightening to look at. The overall impression was one of extreme, extreme POWER.

I think in our American culture and even in a large number of our churches we have lost respect for God’s extreme power and sovereignty, lordship over us. God owns every atom, every molecule of our planet, every heartbeat and every breath taken down here. We have lost our reverence for his Kingship over us. He owns us. Whether we like it or not doesn’t matter. We own nothing but are just temporarily using His stuff.

Fortunately for us, He is perfect love and loves us enough to send His only Son, Jesus Christ, to take the punishment we deserved for our rebellion against Him. He overwhelmingly loves and adores us!

I pray you will have a very blessed day. Try to stay safe and may God bless you today with the knowledge of His extreme love and power over all events down here. Praise God!!

Spring’s Rites

 

Spring’s Rites

Rites of Spring
Ancient as time
Watching Her fling
Her flowers
As she climbs

Higher, Higher
Becoming stronger
As She ascends
Promising the Sun
He may run longer

Across the sky
Holding night at bay
Within his fiery grip
Lengthening each &
every day.

We rejoice
She has returned
Winter had brought
Cold’s drought
We felt as lovers spurned

From her warm embrace
Denied the beauty of
Her face
We now feel entitled,
Must we really battle?

Over these Rights of Spring
Are we forced to stand
Toe to toe
Cajole, implore, as if
With her we are now foes?

No, we had rather
Love
Receive freely the Rights we feel
Are our due
Release our peaceful doves

As Spring returns
our Happy Rights
To enjoy the sun,
Laugh in his warm embrace
lying aground within the sight

of multitudes, gatherings
of happy flower faces
brought forth amid
Spring’s joyful warmth
Nature’s once again reminder
of God’s great & gentle graces.

I couldn’t help taking a few pictures from around town of the first signs of spring. The moss is turning greener, plants are now floating on the water in our wetlands and the animals have started daring to stick their heads out. Even the birds, a few ducks and Canadian geese, have started returning. I always love this time of year. It’s almost like feeling a return of life after the cold of winter. Have a blessed day. Praise God!!

Wintry Trees

 

Wintry Trees

Winter’s trees
Devoid, stripped of
All their leaves
Exposing for each to see
Their wooden figures
And bony knees

Clutching upwards
Toward grey skies
With lacy fingers
And limbs so high
Do they ever notice
One as small as I?

Long elegant limbs
And wispy strands
Of twiggy hair
No longer full or
Covered with youth’s
Greenery so fair

Still I find your
Beauty rare.
As you reach up
for cold, empty air
Tis strange, I know
To say I better love
Your forms now so
fully more exposed.

I too am like you.
In my winter of life
I also will lose my
Youthful glow
Reach upward for hope,
To find new life
in heaven’s peaceful
azure skies.

I think the trees in winter are almost as beautiful as they are in summer. You can see the actual shapes of them better. These photos were taken along our greenway system which runs along a river. Have a blessed day. Praise God!

 

I am a Blade of Grass

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I am a Blade of Grass

Not literally, I know
But
I am a blade of grass
Only another Part of Creation
Never meant to ever
Last

In this form, level of
Existence.
Shaped by Love’s
Own voice
It was my Creator’s
Choice

To give me life
Within
His bounds of Love
And Grace
Meant to live in the light
Of His most beautiful face

I am alive, green, for now
But He is the God
not I
For soon I too will wilt,
Blown upward to live
Within the expanses of
Heaven’s bluest skies.

So, I, the creation,
Am satisfied,
Transformed into
Heaven’s own child,
Transplanted to grow,
& Dance beneath his Smile.

So many people in the world have lost respect for our Creator, forgetting we are just another part of His creation & only here because He wanted to share His overwhelming beauty and love with us. Praise God!

Choice

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Choice

Mindlessly, I wander
Demanding Culture shaping
My thoughts
Loudly it screams
TV, movies,
Magazines

Until
One moment of a
Tap
On the shoulder
A voice whispers
Stop.

Into the heart
It speaks
You have a
Choice
You are loved
From above

Entirely up to
You
Another way exists
To guide,
Live by, above the
Roaring Mass Confusion.

Transcendent above
All life below,
A Savior speaks
Your name
Lovingly

Holds out the keys
To joy
Or pain, but
The choice
Is left to
You

Keys to
Paradise
or
Hell
He holds in His
Hands
You have free will.
this choice
is entirely, totally,
completely
up to You.

God created us with free will in order to give us the ability to love. Love is an act of the will not just an emotion. Desiring to be loved, He will not force His way into your heart. He leaves that choice up to you. Have a blessed day. Praise God!!

Return to Me!

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Return to Me!

I hold out my hands
Only love warms,
Fills
My heart of hearts
I long for you

Return to me
O child of my love
Return to me
Bliss awaits, safety,

Rest for every
All who return
To the embrace
Of my arms.

Give up the illusions
Of a world gone mad
Drunk, full of lust for
Only itself

Deluded by a dark
Voice calling
From the slime
Pits of hell

You know him
Look away
See only me &
I will return to you.

Come home
Come home
Follow my Grace
This warm embrace

Waiting for
You. I await,
Calling your
Name ceaselessly.