Sunday, November 10, 2013

Poetry Sunday ~ The Wanderer

2 Chron. 36: 16 But they mocked the messengers of God, and despised his words, and misused his prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against his people, till there was no remedy.


The leaves are turning yellow,
the sky a flowing gray.
the days are getting shorter
I awake to embrace the day.

My days are all spent longing
for the journey I must take
the one where God calls me home
where I no longer have to ache.

Shallow minds are walking
like zombies in the field.
knowing not the truth in life
or the hurting acts they yield.

My God is not on TV
or in my computer screen,
He doesn’t live in radio
or a picture perfect scene.

He cannot be tossed around
spewed forth on a whim.
Not one to be mocked lightly
He demands all praise to Him.

The Lord my God is cradled
deep within my soul
giving sight to all my world
I’m now all warm and whole.

Job 21: 3 Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.


Anonymous said...

Love it! <3 - Ang.

benning said...

"giving sight to all my world"

Excellent! :D

joni said...

Thanks guys!

I know you'll love the change. All poetry all the time!

YaY me!!!

Debbie Seko said...

So simply, yet eloquent, so much said in so few words. Nice!!! ♥

joni said...

Thanks Deb!!!

Now that my muse has been set free, I can allow my poetry free also!

Look out! :D