I see you sitting on the mercy seat held by promise and love.
With one hand you pat the space at your side,
With the other you say, “Come.”
“Come and sit with me.” I dare not refuse such invitation, such welcome,
Dare not remain afar, alone.
I smile; as if for the first time.
You lift me up. We sit together surrounded by angel wings,
I see you.
And you won’t take your eyes off me,
You’ve never blinked, looked away or slumbered.
You won’t leave me.
You eyes are fil
Now only red when you blink.
Eyes, tight open, refuse the sorrow fields of vermilion ink.
Your crimson robes engulf; shroud life, subdue all hope foretold.
Blood will flow and still; still all you’ll see is gold. Pour your burgundy oblations; they flow greyscale dry.
Your words cut through to death, yet you refuse to die.
So in your night they will remain,
Till death follows death to scarlet death flame And silence. Or, let your eyes cry; burn
The outpour of heart corrupted; vain,
uncleansed by mere ritual washing hands.
Eat well (or not?) but live in truth of purity beat
Oh heart and lips; be clean and overflow. #christianpoetry #internal #matthew15 #pureheart #christian #cleanhands
Cross sea of grief to reach compassion shore,
Carried by death’s wave, he breaks with silent roar.
She danced for life; beauty twisted to become dark night,
Weakness blade fell to pride and fear and fight.
Still, healing and hope flood from mist of mourning shroud,
Welcoming through private tears; welcoming the crowd. #seaofgrief #christian #johnthebaptist #POETRY #feedingthe5000 #matthew14
Home The place you feel most safe perhaps? For sure the place you feel most trapped. Known for who you grew up to be, But the child you were is all they see. Your own town cannot forget. Your own home cannot accept. Forever the child of your dad and mum. Offended. No faith for who you have become. #christianpoetry #growup #hometownprophet #christian #home #POETRY #reboot #Matthew13 #bible
I will be fully present; fully myself with you; The best and the worst of me is yours. My shiny and my shame. I will receive you fully; only be here. I’ll embrace your best and worst. I will stand and I’ll remain. I’ll rejoice I’ll be As we become family. #SPOKENWORD #christian #creative #POETRY #reboot #Matthew1246 #matthew #WORSHIP #family #becoming #Biblepoetry
O, sweet interruption reach and touch me unaware that I,
hear silence in the thunder, see your light in myriad stared sky
catch deliberate breath on wind and feel your hope filled drop in rain.
Surprise me, come find me, touch me; for the glory of His name. #creativewords #christian #womanwiththeissueofblood #surprisedbyhope #POETRY #Matthew9 #poem #touchthehemofhisgarment #sweetinteruption #onetouch #Jesus #healing
Unknowingly, unwantingly run.
‘More-than-just-one’ in two men.
Meet perfect love. Rage, rebellion, ricocheted, riled,
Power destroying, hating, defiled;
They shout out. Know Him without doubt. But will not get out.
The More-than-just-one in two men,
Meet perfect love. Fear swells as they face him, time’s up before him,
Words are spoken, truths are spoken, “Go” is spoken:
That sound unstoppable,
as multitude of deaths defeated; cast
Descending from the mountain of spoken truth
carrying the truth; surrounded.
Every word spoken, now to live.
Not just words;
Life. And to live it – not perform it:
On the journey, to live it- with willingness
In the city, to live it – with authority
In the home, to live it – with compassion. Always willing, always authority, always compassion.
One and one and one and many.
Living truth. #huffadine #SPOKENWORD #christian #creative #matthew8 #andnowto
Hidden in this place of my making
Storms attack. I’m not shaking.
Heart full, mind secure.
I have built. I am sure.
Strikes never ending
Battered, bruised, shot down, berated.
Mocked, deceived, ambushed, hated.
But … never overcome.
I won’t crash, fall, fail.
Through hurricane or hail
Darkest death-shadows hem me in
But I have heard, and I am hidden
I have built.
I stand. #thewisemanbuilthishouseupon
What did you just say?
What letters fell corrupted from your tongue?
What hate spewed like ribbons?
What Confetti of deceit showered rainbows of celebration?
The smell is rose. The taste is thorn.
The word is life. I fall breathless overcome to death.
The sound is joy. All I see is anguish tears.
Hello appearance of truth.
Your words lie to my core.
Deceive to my heart.
You can be nothing else.
You are the corruption, the hate, the deceit, the thorn, the breathless death
You think you’re all that. You’re not.
Better than me? You’re not.
You think you’ve done it, made it, won it. You’ve not.
You shove and barge and worm.
You want, you take.
Who do you think you are?
What do you think you’ve got? Broken teeth.
Venom in your blood.
Try to smile your ‘pride smile’ now, my friend.
You should have asked, seeked, knocked. Come, let go of all you got.
Drop it and pass through to life,
Walk in abandon to, life.
Then, see what you’ve got,