I have been encouraged to tap into my creativity by the LIFT worship summit classes and let me warn you now...... If you've no patience for elementary or rusty poetry...... you will not be held accountable if you leave now. That said, let me tell you that I've not 'written' in quite some time. But I opened my spirit to flow out as best as my mind could communicate my experience and lesson I learned this weekend. Please bare with me but I have to push away the enemy by not being fearful that I will receive judgement and know that the inevitable judgement of others can not and should not hold up or shut up my creativity. So in very basic, back to the beginning poetry I have laid out my heart. I am confident that this early piece will grow into more of what I was created for....
So, ahem, OK, ......... without further ado........ here goes:
Broken and down
brown suit and frown
head too heavy to wear this crown
wander through streets
wander through town
looking for peace
still unfound
to the end of the rainbow
to the break of the sun
ends are frayed
knots undone
eyelashes on cheeks
with mascara runs
feet bare
spirit shunned
pebbles turned stones
arteries moan
under flesh, blood, bone
and image shown
eyes can not see
ears can not hear
spirit rising
done with fear
pick up the cross
where lay a crown
much too heavy
put it back down
for broken for weak
for lost for found
one strong and certain
savior abounds
forgiven and loved
place now found
at the feet of the One
who wears the crown
~mary
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
matters of the heart part 2
My heart does beat again.
The weight much lighter.
Carried to the Cross.
A smile from my love.
A smile escapes my lips.
The heart so easily repaired.
The soul so quickly sings.
The weight much lighter.
Carried to the Cross.
A smile from my love.
A smile escapes my lips.
The heart so easily repaired.
The soul so quickly sings.
matters of the heart
I have heard the faint sound of my heart breaking.
Every silent tear burns a trail down my face.
Stinging like poison.
My mind whirls.
Joy escapes me.
Lonely is the only feeling left.
No peace surrounding me.
Just the sound of the breaking.
I can't breathe.
I can't sleep.
The weight is more than I can bare.
Every silent tear burns a trail down my face.
Stinging like poison.
My mind whirls.
Joy escapes me.
Lonely is the only feeling left.
No peace surrounding me.
Just the sound of the breaking.
I can't breathe.
I can't sleep.
The weight is more than I can bare.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Diary of an Unborn Child
Oct. 5: Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled, even the fact that I shall love flowers.
Oct 19: Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.
Oct 23: My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: Mama
Oct 25: My heart began to beat today all by it's self. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.
Nov 2: I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother's arms, before these Little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.
Nov 12: Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I'll be able to stroke my mother's hair with them.
Nov 20: It wasn't until today that the doctor told mom that I am living her under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy mom?
Nov 25: My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don't even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.
Dec 10: My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has?
Dec 13: I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?
Dec 24: I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly; tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll have a healthy little daughter, mom!
Dec 28: Today my mother killed me.
-Anonymous
AWAKE- may 22, 1980
Oct 19: Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.
Oct 23: My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: Mama
Oct 25: My heart began to beat today all by it's self. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.
Nov 2: I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother's arms, before these Little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.
Nov 12: Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I'll be able to stroke my mother's hair with them.
Nov 20: It wasn't until today that the doctor told mom that I am living her under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy mom?
Nov 25: My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don't even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.
Dec 10: My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has?
Dec 13: I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?
Dec 24: I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly; tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll have a healthy little daughter, mom!
Dec 28: Today my mother killed me.
-Anonymous
AWAKE- may 22, 1980
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