We feel the crunch of broken stone beneath our feet as we pass the boundary gate,
We have journeyed through the solstice night and stumbled in its weight.
Carried by a promise, each step, one out of open-grave-rebellion and the fall.
The rage of thirst; of hate, is silenced by solidity of thickest sanctuary wall. We journeyed with growing melodies of expectation’s song,
Walked with unneeded trepidation lyric. But, with it all along.
We have trailed through turmoil, doubt and
I take my coat and lay it down
My comfort; my warmth becomes a hallelujah on the ground
I take this possession; my security and surrender it to him
My dignity; my pride; rise and twist to shouts of wondering. Oh breath find voice.
Oh soul resound.
Oh daughter, Zion; see. I tear a branch and hold it in high
My future abandoned more with each moment passing by
The swell of green and shout; surrender my vain expectant hope to him
I hear my voice raise shout, “hosanna, hosanna to
If you want to walk on water you have to get in to the boat.
Trust the one who says, “go,” and get in to the boat, in to his purposes and go.
Leave the harbour and head to potential wrecking storm.
From the midst of that tumult life your eyes.
Don’t forget to lift your eyes. Strain through the night into the morning mist and see,
Know his voice and know him there.
Trust his never ending word and demand your birthright; to be closer. Then when he speaks the impossible, g
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
What cost to cross the sea?
To journey to the other side?
To continue to hear and to see and to be?
Reach the distant shores and abide? How much? So much.
All you have been, and are and hope and dream and long.
Everything, to go. But to stay is more. To cease to hear his song.
To remain; too much the cost to refuse the call.
So leave everything now or find in the end that you have nothing at all. The crossing; death. Death of self. Surrounded by tumult and fury and rag
Love: demolish hate and establish your garden in its ruin.
Strangle your beauty round enmity roots,
Grow and cling and climb; subdue those fallen walls.
Cover its harsh reality with your brutally-honest life. World’s words spoken; foundations laid in grief,
Now silent, now crushed, become nothing.
Obliterated by fires of compassion.
Laid waste by the force of love’s destruction. Love, become a forest. Love, become a city.
Love what was into all it will be.
Watch the swoop of curve ingathering hope,
See the joy rise of expectant trust.
Then plummet through impossibility to continue climb to truth. Trace the sound forward, higher; glimpsing future,
Circle back claiming history, heritage, inheritance. Rise, become, continue not over stretched; sure.
Settle to the place of peace of certainty; eternity. Look; the word incredible.
See the word indelible.
Speak the word; unshakable.
Hear the word; unbreakable. “yes”. #ltyouryes