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Winged Promises

She keeps his words close
in a knapsack of thought
defying logic;

wind reverberating
through forests escaping light.

Purple skies
fall in the distance-
fade to black;
fireflies, the only beacon
of possibility.

There’s a trail of tears
just beyond the hills
and, at the end,

lies hope.

“Winged Promises” …..I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. …… this is day 8 💗💗

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Rock Bottom

When dreams take a back seat
to destiny;
darkness hovering

like that old friend you
thought you’d never see again,
rubbing his hands together,
just before the fall.

You find out what they meant
by rock bottom;

try to crawl, scratch
and claw your way out,
when you realize

your saving grace
was there all the time
waiting to take your hand,
pull you to your feet
and wipe away the hurt.

Press in close

and let rushing winds
resuscitate tattered sails.
Breathe deep,

spread those beautiful wings
and just fly.

~
~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #7)

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The Gift

the Gift

Moonbeams
find a circling of stars
drawing halos
‘round his creation.
Ivory skirt flowing,
wings unfurled,

harp chords strum
word of an arrival.

Below, there’s a tiny cry
in the night;
our gift ‘neath the tree;
a perfect lamb
amongst the sheep

and a knowing
that in the future
lies our destiny, foretold,
eternity wrapped ’round
a cross, a crown, nails,
and unconditional love.

~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #6)

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the Potter

Sculpts me, shapes me
into a brand new vessel;

his nurturing fingers
add pinches of humility,
kindness and tolerance,

massage the mind,
penetrate the heart

leaving me hungry,

this poet,
this scavenger of words,

tiptoeing on David’s heels,
reading psalms and loving,
in praise and adoration;

just a lowly messenger
after God’s own heart.

~~(I am penning a poem a day from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #5)

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After the Fall

Tears of late September, sigh of weak limbs
against unrelentless winds tempting faith,
but, there is a light, a radiance, a sweet song
just o’er the mountain, Jehovah-jireh; harps
calling like a lily blossom to water; opening
like petals of undying love, unwavering, green,
through the storm, blooming passion, seeping
joy from every leaf, leaving books to feed a soul.

 

 

~(I am penning a poem a day  from November 24th through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #4)

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Trinity

Moments flash before me like pinches of a rainbow,
like dandelion dust, blown and reverberated into wind;
these psalms that soothe ache, rekindle love
of a father, a son, and a spirit, nothing less than holy.

Grasp the flickers that remain; the embers a heart emulates.

~~~(I am penning a poem a day  from today through December 25th, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day #3)

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Yeshua

Let us give thanks for song
for midnight’s graceful pause;
purple bloom of blessings,
sweet warmth of yellow sun.

Take my heart captive
so you can find his face there,
filled with mercy,
hear our quiet conversations,
my bended knee confessions

and the flutter
of this feeling,
unexplainable.

There’s no definition;
no perfect synonym

for a love like this.

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