signs & wonders

In response to Sunday haiga challenge, visage, with Marie at Syllabub Sea.

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a poet in his pocket

someday
i’ll meet
God
on a
mountain
or beach
maybe at a
coffee shop and
we’ll instantly
recognize each other
with neck hugs
and back pats
then, awed
i will bow
low and
God will
smile grace,
reach down,
pick me up
and put me in
his shirt pocket
near his heart
to carry
me
home.

faith simply believes

 

shift angle of prism

to see full spectrum of light

adjust focus of camera

to zoom in clear reality

turn dial on radio

to tune in magnificent music

 

leave childish stubbornness, embrace childlike wonder

leave small expectations, embrace great expectancy

 

whatever you stand to lose

is already lost to your control

let go of whatever it is

you’re holding with tight grip

open the clenched fist

to receive grace with open hand

 

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photo by lynn

ephphatha: be opened

Prayer in “quadrille” form, exactly forty-four words…link to dVerse Poets


 

Open my hands

to receive extravagant grace

Open my ears

to hear shepherd’s voice

Open my eyes

to see beauty of narrow way

Open my mind

to know transforming truth

Open my mouth

to speak words of hope

Open my heart

to love courageously.

 


Jesus spoke “Ephphatha!” to deaf/mute man (see Mark 7:31-37)

grateful

Dedicated to my “sister” friend, Joyce, who recently let go of her mother’s hands…
 
strong women’s hands

shape my life and yours:

grandmas instill faith

aunts stitch laughter

sister friends en-courage

mothers mold hearts.

even if we can no longer

touch those dear hands,

we still hear the voices

of influence cheering us

on like birdsong

in a garden of grace.
 


Invited by Marina to write poem including words important to us/we are thankful for, on the occasion of the 4th anniversary of dVerse Poets

under his wings

 

God covers me

with his gentle hand

like a warm coat

in winter winds.

 

He covers me

with his wide mercy

like a big umbrella

in spring downpour.

 

He covers me

with his tender love

like a bridal tent

in summer sun.

 

He covers me

with his life’s blood

like a full pardon

in fall darkness.

 

He covers me

with his eternal grace

like a safe shelter

in all seasons.

 

“We live under an umbrella of goodness and mercy.”  (Pastor T. on Psalm 23)

“I am my beloved’s and he is mine…his banner over me is love.” (Song of Songs)

 

preapproved

 

thank you, Jesus,

for crediting my debit

account with your

righteous deposit;

paying my bail bond

with forever love that

is more than enough,

adding the generous

interest of God’s mercy

and writing my name

into your will as an

unlikely heiress of our

Father’s kingdom with

free daily benefits of

the Spirit’s gifts plus

an out-of-this-world

retirement plan;

such an offer i’d be

a fool to refuse.

 

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shared with Love Idol movement, based on book (of same title) by Jennifer Dukes Lee

 

 

deluge

 

Maybe God cries 

big tears of sadness

when grey skies rain,

grieving over evil in 

the world muddied by

our prideful rebellion.

 

His beloved children

deceived by the

enemy in snakeskin,

swiftly ushering in

disease and death

spoiling paradise,

stealing happiness.

 

God cries with us 

in our suffering,

pain, regret, loss.

Our Father’s tears

mingle with our own

to bring release

and comfort for our

souls’ grey sorrows.

 

Yet weather’s tears

cannot clean

the dark stains 

of hands and hearts

steeped in sin.

Only the pure blood

of His Son, our brother,

can wash all guilt away

in flood of grace.

 

 

breathe!

 

Still-life form lay in garden;

very image of the holy tri-unity

perfectly cast in brown clay.

 

The divine animator stoops,

gently cradles prone body, then

exhales his inimitable spirit life.

 

Heart beats as chest rises;

eyes flutter open in surprise

as first man meets his maker.

 

Breathe on us, into us,

that we, so cold dead in sin,

might inhale pure love with

 

respirations of clear joy,

to live grace-full and forgiven;

the image of God, restored.

 

narrow way

 

Just as a 

wren wriggles

through a small hole

to nestle in the safe haven

of a snug and lofty bird house,

 

And a barn

cat walks thin

to gain access into

the cozy tunnel shelter of

stacked staw bales in winter,

 

Or a tiny

freckled gecko slips

itself through a crack

to enter, gratis, into

a tropical luxury hotel,

 

So any of

us sinner folk

may pass by faith

through the narrow gate

to live in peace and paradise.