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I Only Rhyme For You

If I could be just one gem
upon your jeweled crown;
one small voice in your temple,
to break the barriers down.

If I could be the poem
to capture your story,
bear the brunt of the pain
to bring you all the glory.

From your grace alone,
I was lost, now I’m found
I will be here waiting, lantern full,
as the last trumpet sounds.

~
~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. .. This is day 10

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The Walk

I feel you
just beyond my fingertips,
yet, I can’t quite reach
past my skin-

Oh!, the love that waits
past this stumbling,
unsteady spirit.

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~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. .. This is day 9.

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In His Image

Gold poured from his lips
and fell upon waiting ears.
Sun shone from his heart
reflecting an image of joy;
of pure, unadulterated love.
Follow me, he said, in tears,
let me lead you to the cross.

I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. .. This is day 8 ❤

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Like the Flowers in Her Garden

In the silence,
I wrote answers
to his psalms,
and you blessed each page
with your presence;

your robe, the petals,
the mist of you.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. .. This is day 7

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Abba Father

There is a hole in my heart, that he left,
a sting in my pride when I re-read his letter-
the one that says he would” rather not
have a relationship. after all this time.”

I had no reply.

All the images I had in my head
of some magical reunion
fell to pieces in my mind
like shards of shattered glass
piercing through untouched layers

I began to wonder,
what is wrong with me?

In the midst of tears, I realized,
there is one who loves me,
knows my steps,
every single flaw
and accepts me anyway.
He tosses my past
into an ocean of forgiveness;
blows the dust off
a book of love letters

he left.

….I am penning a poem a day for Jesus to celebrate his birth from Nov 24 through Christmas. This is day 6

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Embraced

Darkness was a cloak
about us
until the gold of you
shone grace upon our faces.

We are forgiven,
despite our unworthiness,
given countless mercies
in the midst of our iniquities,

molded, shaped, polished
in your reflection
perfected
in our imperfections;

((embraced)) in the fall.

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~ I am penning a poem a day for Jesus to celebrate his birth from Nov 24 through Christmas. This is day 5.

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The Cost

The flowers you planted
in the back yard, bloomed,

the willow ceased weeping.

I crave the beauty of your presence
in the two o’clock A.M. .silence

wind rushing through my hair;
the words you left,
honeysuckles to my ears.

Oh, let me read you!;
find the meekness
in the whole of your spirit,
the forgiveness
that remains, still,

between each thorn.