Lost & Found

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Lost & Found

The Lost, afloat

No anchor for

Their boat

Drifting

 

In the dark

Searching, searching

Only a small light

Gives any sight

Within the heart

 

Only an empty

Darkened sea

Carries the small boat

Without hope

For land’s safety

 

But, oh, the found

Never do they run aground

In trouble

Son’s light shines

To light their skies

Eternally overhead

 

Guided in Hope,

Love, Faith

They enter celestial gates

In Triumph!

 

Paradise beckons

Perfect Father awaits

Take the next steps

To make sure you sail

your boat through

God’s Golden, Celestial Gates!!

Rainbows, At Last!

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Rainbows

Rainbows, bright

This light, enwreathed

Around your head,

So thick,

upon your face

Sometimes only with

Difficulty can I trace

The smile of your lips

 

This great gift

You give

This life,

Our existence,

The breathing

In and out

Of You

 

A Spirit so ancient

So Holy

Wishes to dwell

Within your heart

This explosion

Of joy!

Giving to each &

all a complete, Fresh Start

to Life

 

Receive Him in

let Him retell your story

Do not reject

God’s living, eternal Glory!

 

At Last!

Swept up

As You pass

In a love

That will last

Beyond the

Moon’s light

 

Orphaned,

Cold, alone

In darkness I sat

Then You smiled

On a lost child

 

Found at last

Taken into

Your forever home

Where only

Eternal love is shown,

 

Radiating

Off your face

I run, in haste

Why do not all people

Literally chase

After You?

 

For the answer

To this

I have not the slightest

Clue

Why all men do not

Literally stumble,

Tumble over each other

To reach the bottom

Of your throne

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nowhere

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Nowhere

There is no place

That I can go

You do not show

Yourself

My Creator, Lord

and Master

There is no task for

Which You are not ready

With You all things

Are possible

Within the Crucible

Of Your Will

Going to the other

Side of the globe

Still You mightily show

Your face

Even up onto the moon’s

Surface and light

Still I cannot lose sight

Of Your power and Your might

Enthralled, I watch each,

Your acts of mercy, feats

of beauty, intelligence, grace

For not one single heart’s beat

exists outside Your Love!

Nobodies

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Nobodies

 

Christ,

Hanging on that cross

Did you know my name

Did you see from there

This my sometimes

lonely way?

 

Born alone

Into a freezing cold

I took my first breath

Orphans too have souls

 

Tossed about

In waves

Beyond my control

Landed at last

upon a very rocky shoal

 

bent but not

completely destroyed

created in, by the light

not just for an evil’s toy

I sat alone, waiting

existing within your might

 

A nobody,

One of the Least

of the least of

The Least

 

Rejected in a

World’s insanity

Why do we not love

These Our own,

Parts of ourselves

I too belonged here also

 

Yet as

You hung upon that cross

You turned your face

Upon my future

Offered me your grace

Yay, I’m saved!

 

 

Trumpets

 

Trumpets

Trumpets on a vine
Orange glory within green
Along a wooden fence line
Meant for all to see

Miniatures to be sure
In silence they are strung
Muted, without a cure
Simply for my eye’s joy
Have they all been hung

Imbued with intense color
Meant to capture our attention
Will we stop to hear their message
& its silent reminder not to shun?

Of a day in history’s future
Of a Lord returning in glory
Before He arrives to meet us
A trumpet’s loud call will sound
His story

Of majesty, purity, love
And judgement
All will bow, bend the knee
Every eye at last to see
This, His truest face of grace

I wonder,
Will these smaller trumpets
Be allowed at last to join
Their larger brother’s voice
To herald a new world
As all nature sings to rejoice

Medieval Forest

 

Medieval Forest

Medieval forest
Formed from trees
Of old
Stories of
Ancient ancestors
Without one
Word told

Silent remnants
Of a quieter world
Watchers of events
Man, animals
Passing through
Still your green
Canopies you unfurl

for us to enjoy
In a faster paced world
We need your reflective
Faces
To remind us of the
graces
Still to be had from
The quiet stillnesses
within
A medieval forest.