It’s hard to believe that this is my second to last poetry blog. I still remember the first poem I wrote like it was yesterday. Now though, poems come fewer and far between. When I first started these blogs, I would have to sort through around 20 poems to find the four or five that I wanted to share. I am now lucky if I have four or five in a month. I still love writing them and look for any opportunity I can to write them, but my process is more organic and reliant on God’s timing, not my own. This is all a part of the process of transformation that God has me on. My poetry, much like my spiritual state, will constantly evolve and change.
I hope you enjoy these and that God will speak something to you from at least one!
I See You– October 7
I see You in the heights
That crystal blue sky
I see You in the depths
Where mysteries lie
I see You in mountains
With peaks of white
I see You in valleys
All flooded with light
I see You in the desert
The beauty in the sand
I see You in the forest
The peace-covered land
I see You in the birds
Who work to build a nest
I see You in the lions
Strong even at rest
Even in honey
And also in snow
I see You always
Everywhere I go
I see You in nature
And all over Earth
Can’t help but love You
I see Your precious worth
River of Life (Eden Restored)– October 10
In the midst of Eden
That River of Life
Stretching far and wide
Cuts the green like a knife
No end can be seen
From this place on my stone
I’ll sit an eternity
No longer alone
I saw Eden destroyed
With one little bite
Man’s foolish choice
Brought an endless night
Man and woman both
Were locked from the gate
Banished from paradise
Cursed to a deadly fate
The animals were killed
Trees fell to the ground
The river dried up
With fires all around
Humans grew evil
I relished in sin
Forgetting the garden
Trapped in my skin
The apple of knowledge
Brought only demise
My pride at the expense
Of my good Father’s cries
But everything changed
When Jesus was torn
He died and rose again
And hope was reborn
Had a glimpse of Eden
Inside of my heart
Baptized in a river
Death had to depart
For so many years
We walked with His Spirit
Sharing the Good News
With all who would hear it
Then Maranatha
Our Savior came back
He took His disciples
To a place without lack
He restored Eden
And placed me inside
Gone forever is sin
Gone always is pride
I live with my God
We walk hand in hand
I see His precious face
As we wander this land
We only have day
Not one more night
But we have no sun
Jesus is our light
That River of Life
Has rescued me
Purchased by the blood
In New Eden, I’m free
My Warrior Poet– October 15
My Warrior Poet, come lead me on Your way
With love to woo and wrath enough to slay
Protect me from evil with Your mighty sword
While lulling me to peace with melodic word
That fire in Your eyes makes our foes shiver
They run in fear as You reach for Your quiver
That fire in Your heart melts my stony one
In Your flaming passion, I am undone
Pull me much closer as You push them back
Shield me in Your arms as they stab and hac
War comes to take me but finds You in my stead
Death it taunts me as You hold up my head
I stay protected in His long arm’s length
While warm and content in my Lover’s strength
Basking in His love, I’m ready to show it
Head over heels for my Warrior Poet
Right Hand (Ps. 63; Is 41:9-10)– October 23
Fatigue is causing these bones to break
Anger is forcing these hands to shake
Mercy is foreign to hungry veins
Water is deadly as acid rains
Darkened strongholds conceal my eyes
Thunderous hellscreams strangle my cries
My deadened heart refuses to beat
As anguish melts my soul with its heat
Loneliness becomes my shameful shroud
Silent desperation shrieks aloud
Enemies surround in countless force
They itch to trample me under their horse
Were I cut with daggers, only dust
In futility, their sword would be thrust
I quake and quiver to see the end
A grisly death at the hand of a friend
Yet the hope of my soul shall never die
I wait in patience with head to the sky
No hellish scheme can defeat my Lord
He’ll run to defend with flaming sword
The only God is my mighty shield
The refuge and strength to which I yield
He’ll pluck me from this curs-ed land
And scoop me up in His righteous right hand
