Radiant!

Radiant

Glory, soft, gentle
Radiant on a face
Purity once encased
In flesh

Extends a hand
An invitation
Never forced.
Join

Become one with
The eternal
Lifting he sighs
Longing to give

Show, eternity
Inscribed upon
His face, Holy
Joy, all life

Beaming from a
Head enveloped
Within a crown
Of radiant pure glory.

Light dances,
Rainbow’s colors
Revolve around
His Head of grace

Wanting, desiring
To give more than
Imagination can speak
Of Himself

Spirit of all life, joy
Contentment, fulfillment
Love, peace beyond
The scope of a cruel

world’s grasp, deluded
blinded by an evil one
ancient enemy of life
cruel and destructive

Take the offered hand
Receive the gift
Written in blood but
Yet still offered

Life, eternity awaits
All are welcome
No restraints, barriers
Join the dance

Joy, bliss, ecstasy
At the foot of a
Throne of forgiveness
And His radiant face.

I hope you have a blessed Sunday. Praise God!!

Creation’s Glory

Hope you have a blessed Sunday!

Life’s Creation

A breath above, spoken word sent out
Spreads, thoughts coalesce
Take form, into the
physical
Transcendent wind
Blows from, beginning at the
Gates of power radiating off His face

Images, wishes formed within a Father’s heart
Become concrete, written in
The outlines of energy,
Light
Moving, spinning, coming
Together, suns, planets twirl
Laughing, His pleasure overflows as He looks

Sees how easily ideas become hardened into
A home for creatures, small and
Great, springing into
Reality
Rocks harden, form
From fire, water springs, gurgles,
Rises from the gathered dust of an earth’s

Thickened crust, left stable, solid enough at last
To walk upon, empty at first, but
Waiting, hoping for new
Life
To begin, anticipating
Eager and yearning, for a type of
Joy unknown until His fingers caress the

Surface of its spinning face, revealing, giving
Transforming barrenness, a word given
Trees bend, flowers bloom
Winds
Move across this aspect of
a new world yearning for more creation,
Work of His hands to be revealed upon this exterior façade

Smiles, joy burns within winds being blown by a voice
In power speaks, light expands, a form
Struggles to move then stops, a
Breath
Is gasped, a hand reaches up
Seeking its beginning, from whence it
Came, blindly knowing within it exists not without

The love, power floating overhead, singing within
Songs unheard before this first breath
Taken, started, thought of
Created
Anticipated, hoped for,
Longing to share, releasing all that is good
Into this place made for, created only to be & dance within His Love

Sunday Morning Efforts

firedancer

I don’t know why, but this writing happens to me at the most inconvenient times, usually around 3:30 or 4:30 in the morning, especially to write a poem. This was written early, early this morning. I hope you enjoy your Sunday morning. Praise God!!

Fire Dancer

Power reaches out
Blazing fingers extend
themselves to the figure
Bent, drooping below

On a floor created
Only for this—the dance
A fingertip extends to
Caress its creation

Giving of itself
To the soon to be
Dancer below
Feet now dipped in fire

The figure raises
Back is straightened
Head held high
Movement flows
and its dance begins

Delighted, Power above,
Enthused in Joy,
sees this life now
Transformed
—caught up in the dance—

Toes burn, ankles turn
To the beat, cadence
Of a music heard, felt
Only above flowing
Through the fingers of fire.

Fire moves from the floor
To burn, entice, enwrap
Legs, now hips, waist bends
In flames, yellow, red
Blue, engulfing upward

To chest, shoulders,
Neck and finally
Head, heart, all burns
Dancing in purest joy
To turn and sweep

Arms raised, head tilted
To see, view, glimpse
Only the One Above
Watching as she twirls
On toes of fire

Living flames of Spirit
May engulf us all
Given half a chance
You too could be
allowed, won’t you join in
live in, breath
within the Dance.

Praise

Here’s just a short, almost whimsical poem for the end of your week. Hope you have a good weekend. Praise God!!

Praise
Praise in the Rain
Praise in the Light
Praise under the Covers
in the middle
of the Night.

Shout in the darkness
Lift out your voice
You’re free, never forced
to make it your choice.

So Praise, Praise
this Wonder of Wonders,
This God who covers
with His cross
each and every Blunder.

Not about Me(Purchase)

logopresence

There is only one entity that can lift you up out of the slime pits of hell, and that is the Holy Spirit. When Satan literally is trying to destroy you—-and remember he doesn’t want to just give you a little boo boo, he wants to rip you to shreds——only the Holy Spirit of the Living God and Christ has the power to destroy Satan’s influence and effects in your life. Saturate yourself in Him. I had a horribly abusive start in life and was put into a home where I unfortunately never quite felt really wanted or loved. If it had not been for the presence of the living Christ in my life, I might have done myself in.

Watchman Nee says to kill off your old self, crucify yourself every morning in order to allow Christ to completely and totally live in you. Apostle Paul says It is not I that liveth but Christ that liveth in me. When you go under the waters of baptism, it like being buried, and you don’t bury something unless it is dead. We are to be new creations, totally new. The old man of sin and death was destroyed on Christ’s cross. We will never do this perfectly this side of heaven. It is something we do have to struggle with.

I pray you can draw closer to the Living God. He does love you deeply, profoundly and passionately enough to send His only child to be tortured to death on a cruel, Roman cross. You are very, very precious to Him. Draw close to God, and He will draw close to you. Pray over everything with praise and thanksgiving.

Here is a poem on His presence. May the God of all hope bless your day. Praise God!!

Purchase

It was a purchase divine
In blood and of flesh
Freed from bone,
Ripped and torn.

Separated from life
But still supreme
Before a world lusting
After its death.

Who could know this
small death, one body
Thrown underground
Ripped open for eternity
An infinity of graves!

Stuff!

garbagegirlpoem

Materialism has its up and downs. It’s not always as great as it’s cracked up to be. It can be corrupting for more than one thing(earth, human body and soul).

Stuff
Plastic, metal, glass
Concrete poured
On a valuable earth
Struggling to survive.

Fast cars, faster planes,
Light-speed computers,
Stuff
Up to our necks.

Or maybe
Up to our hearts,
Lusting, lusting
More, more, more

We’re told we need
NEED
Stuff, stuff, stuff
To survive.

Garbage piles heaped,
All our stuff
Discarded, thrown away,
Destroyed forever
So we can have
More Stuff.

Physical we are for
Now
But more spirit
For the later

Stuff, stuff, stuff
Helps not with
The later of a
Different place

Another world which
Does not care
Endlessly about all our
Stuff.