I Dare to Dream — May 29, 2010

I Dare to Dream

I dare to dream
of tender moments and soft caresses.

I dare to dream
of healing times and wholeness.

I dare to dream
of shattering glass and invisible walls coming down.

I dare to dream
of open doors and billowing lace.

I dare to dream
of real friendships and shared hearts.

I dare to dream
of quiet memories and gentle breezes.

I dare to dream
of slow walks and soaring flights.

I dare to dream
of clear realities and known dangers.

I dare to dream
of rainbow skies and forward movement.

I dare to dream
of self-expression and being heard.

I dare to dream
of heart safety and protection.

I dare to dream
of walking tall and standing strong.

I dare to dream
of better days and long ago friends.

I dare to dream
of the brightest of futures and heaven’s light.

I dare to dream
of dancing the final dance
and the wedding feast of the King of kings.

©May 19, 2010 all rights reserved.

Like a Child on Tiptoe — January 15, 2013

Like a Child on Tiptoe

Like a child on tiptoe
it sneaks up on me
and then strikes
with a ferocity
that almost takes
my breath away.

I am blindsided
as the intensity
of emotion
sweeps over me
threatening
to drown me.

Who knows
the cause
of this deep
sadness
that so fully
engulfs me?

Which deep wound
am I feeling now?
Which betrayal?
Which abuse?
Which loss?
Or is it something else?

There is only
one way out of this
sweeping tide…
hold on,
go through,
and breathe.

Yes, breathe.
The Breath of Life
must flow through me,
filling me completely
with His
healing Shalom.

I am the Creator’s
and He is
my guardian,
my Abba/Father,
my Messiah,
my Healer.

I wait upon Him.

January 15, 2013

An October Poem — October 30, 2012

When darkness falls upon the seas
and the wind starts howling through the trees,
when the bloodlines of history converge
and descendants gather with an unholy urge
to color red their pristine finds
considering themselves to be of greater minds
than the captive ones whose hearts they steal
in a ceremony they think is real,
what they don’t know is that true power
does not come from the bleed
and true freedom comes from the Seed
of the woman and Spirit in that hour
when you surrender all
to the One who was here
before the Fall
the One who someday makes all things new
the One to Whom true allegiance is due
for it is by His hand that we are made
and by His hand we will be re-made
in the time coming long ago foretold
by the ancient ones they paid heed
before their souls were sold
for the sake of greed
and power
causing their life blood to sour
and ruin the futures of the ones to follow
while in evil they did wallow.

But farther on down the line
in a future place and time
one was freed
by trusting the Seed
of the woman and the Spirit.

One would live and another would die
trapped within the destructive lie
that there really was no way out
despite how you kick and scream and shout
and struggle to break the bond
that holds you tight and won’t release
as if you are locked within the valise
of a perverted vagabond.

So with freedom’s wings the heart soars
the shofar blows
and Y’hudah’s lion roars.

There’s no more joining
with bloodline clans
with coloring red
or man’s plans.

There is simply
connection with the Creator
forgiveness
and freedom.

Invisible — January 6, 2011

Invisible

Walking the streets
am I even seen?
A bit of a smile here,
a tentative nod there,
Even a welcoming greeting.
but who’s it really for?

Do they see the little girl
who wishes for a daddy’s love?
Or the young boy
who longs for a real mama?
Do they see the young teen
who’s been filmed and used time and again,
the one who would really like
to find true love?

Different hearts with one face,
which one do they see?
The hearts? The face? Both?
Most don’t look beyond the face.
They don’t want to see below the surface
or be bothered with what’s in the heart.

They do not see the invisible scars
that wind throughout the mind.
They are unaware of the pain behind the eyes
so closely guarded for fear of rejection.
They only see bits of “odd” behaviours
things that don’t quite seem to fit.

Eccentricities? No, she’s too young for that,
but maybe she’s getting an early start?
“Moodiness”? Sudden changes of emotion?
Well, she is a woman, after all!
Most, though, won’t even see those things
for they are too busy to even look.

Invisible she is.
Invisible she’ll stay.
Until…unless…
someone is willing to look beneath
the surface of the external
to the hurting wounded
that lie in her heart.

© January 6, 2011

Loving… — September 7, 2010

Loving…

Sometimes loving means:
rolling up your sleeves and getting dirty,
walking into the mire to help someone else out of it,
accepting someone just as they are,
hugging someone others deem to be “undesirable”,
challenging someone you love to do better…
and then helping them to do it.

Sometimes loving means:
speaking,
staying silent,
saying “yes”,
saying “no”.

Sometimes loving means only listening…
with an open heart,
an open mind
and open arms.

Love always means sharing something of yourself with another…
whether it is your time,
your talent,
your finances,
your laughter,
your tears,
your lessons learned,
your mistakes made.

Love always means giving your heart…
sometimes until it breaks…
or until it aches for the other person’s well-being.

Real love is often:
inconvenient,
messy,
humbling,
painful,
and desperately needed.

Real love can even mean dying for another.

Who has loved you?
Thank them today.

Who needs your love?
Give it to them today.

 

© September 7, 2010

Rain – July 9, 2010

Rain

The sound of rain upon my roof
matches the rain inside my heart.
The pain of so many losses
Is keenly felt, tearing me apart.

 

©July 9, 2010

Imperfections and Grace – July 4, 2010

Imperfections and Grace

My imperfections stare me in the face,
reminding me of why I need grace.
They shout at me and cling to my soul,
telling me to go back in my hole.

“Just give up”, they keep on saying,
but this is no game that we are playing.
Life is for real and, mistakes or no,
I must keep trying to share what I know.

I pray for kindness, gentleness and love,
the kind that can only come from above.
I want it to flow like rivers through me
to all the people around me you see.

I won’t give up no matter the cost.
There are too many out there still lost.
So on my knees I’ll beg and I’ll pray
to be given just the right words to say.

I want my ego out of the picture
L-rd knows my pride is such a fixture.
It gets in the way and really must go
So that, through me, only His love will show.



 

© July 4, 2010

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