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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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Collective Pause

I feel you in 2:00 am awakenings;
your fingers, twirling my tresses,
the breath of you
breezing my curtains;

sparking my muse.

You flutter through flower gardens,
flow with ripples in rivers of fate.

You are the light from the night
the world took a pause;
held its breath
awaiting a change in the atmosphere
and there arose a collective

Hallelujah!

Here goes my heart again,
as if I were there,
here go the stars again
singing me another chapter;

here I am
just another humble servant
awaiting your voice;
your instruction,

another sigh, another pause,
another Hallelujah!

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Weeping

You sway,
fall over me;

breeze dandelions
under bare feet;
slender limbs caress-
shelter my heart
through storms

that I could have never
weathered alone.

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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 14

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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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Hiding Place

Grandma introduced us
as I knelt at the foot of her bed,

fingers intertwined,
eyes closed tightly;
I found a confidant
to tell my secrets to;

(the unmentionables,)

a hiding place
away from the noise ;
the abuse,

just he and I
alone in my thoughts

and books of unwritten poetry.

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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 11……#Jesus