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In His Presence

Dry your tears on the softness of his grace
and leave your worries at his feet.
Let the darkness of worldly things
remain outside these stain glass windows
and reside in the peace of his presence.

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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 18.

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Golden Threads Between Us

The heart is such a fragile vessel
pulsing pain through arteries,
red like the rose of friendship;
of love. Oh, love
is a sorrowful noun,
the most beautiful predicate

in the middle of our sentence.

You paid the ultimate cost;
shed petals for our transgressions.
Your feelings fell;
dripped from thorns
after all the blossoms
were gone.

The same star filled December skies
and cried , why, why, why
and you answered sweetly
without reservation,

that this was destiny.

The cardinal at my window
drowns out sounds
of my aching, reverberating
through the empty corridors
of past tremblings

proverbial knots
in my stomach
in golden threads
between us,
that bind my muse
to thoughts of you,

and that four letter word
keeps following behind
just close enough
to sink into my spirit
and flow in and back out

like love always does.

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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 17.

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I Need More Time On The Wheel

Reach,
not for the jewels
that shine above us,

but, for gifts, unseen

given from the hands
that join heaven and earth;

the potter
who lifted us from the miry clay
and molded us
into polished vessels

that can only attempt
to mirror his reflection.

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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 13.

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Flawed

She had ribbons waving
in the silence of prayer,
too much powder,

and secrets pinned
in the ruffles of her petticoat,

but she was humble
in the presence of light
and while the others
were fixated on her flaws,
he counted each fall,
a stepping stone;

each circumstance,
an opportunity
to flower.

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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 12….

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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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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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Love Letter #59: Vows

You gave me gifts
before I felt grass
between my toes;

heard birdsong
in chorus
with the beating
of a broken heart.

I stumbled
time after time;
each transgression,
a slap in your face,

and when no one
could love me,
you did,
with the passion
no lover could fathom,
the grace, not even a mother
could muster.

Each time I make my way
to the altar,
there you stand

waiting to say “I do.”

~Penning a poem a day from today November 24 through December 25th, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 2.