Poetry

Seal Me Up

I relax into Your embrace,
I breathe and release,
Let it all go,
For Your promises are true.

You have purpose in every season,
And my heart You will seal up.
You will seal me up in Your love,
And crown me with Your lovingkindness.

Your love is better than life itself.

Poetry

“-tions”

Words fail appearance as I seek to give description
A way of clearly telling life’s afflictions,
From painful emotions to deepened frictions.

Awaiting some sort of true depiction,
They gnaw at my tired attention
In their wake frustrating any connection.

What are these obstacles but accusation,
Enemy-hindrances to deep communication?
Such travesty for a heart that wants placation.

Such a heart has need for conversation,
But so few journey to deep relation,
And fewer still will seek translation.

Poetry

Selah

In the quietness of selah my soul is set free,
My heart is opened up and my eyes they see;
For in the silence there exists a divine reset,
As cares are released and focus finds its rest

By thoughts set on You and prayers to Your throne,
I bask in Your presence and the light of Your glow;
Further Your love quiets me just as the Scriptures say,
And You sing such lovely songs sweetly over me.

Poetry

The Effect of Words on the Heart After God

Compliments serve as needle-pierced words
To one whose heart is after God;
Encouragement though still a necessary fuel,
But not as given by a self-laden world.

Desired is it in different ways–
By seeing many hearts choose to fix their gaze,
Wanting also to join and seek
The beauty of God’s delightful deep.

Criticism leaves the heart at odds
With soul and self found asking God,
“Have You spoken in such words allowed?”
For the heart must now amend any specks found within.

Poetry

Embrace of Light

Winter kisses the sky with depths of cold
As drops of moisture form ice crystals in cloudy skies;
Layers look soft, long and kind
Yet oh so cold as the wind rushes by.

Snow may come this cold, dry night
As we huddle within His warm embrace of light
Knowing the cold is sometimes cruel
But warmth blankets us always in full.

Your love holds us together through each season’s skies
And we set our gaze upon You, more marvelous than life;
For the morning light we wait
as Your Spirit holds us tight,
While angels gently sing of Your loving delight.

Poetry

No More Infiltrations

Their underlying pervasions thirst
In their craving to trek through our veins;
Attempts to manipulate synchronicity
Of heart’s true union.

They manufacture quaking alterations,
Releasing projectile complications,
And repetitiously taking aim
At the sacred space of the soul.

Magnetic yanks of fear and trepidation sneak past
The indifferent eye of the untrained life,
But the domineering control of vile poison becomes obvious
To the truly Holy Spirit-instructed mind.

With spiritual senses exercised in His discernment,
They sense clearly what is dark or light–
Eyes now open to see
What is death and what leads to eternal life.

No more idolatrous infiltrations let there be
In the space reserved for the One who made you, who made me.
No more climbing conflagrations here see,
But an intimate communion ablaze with love for only He.