Maybe One Day...

Rev. 7: 17 "For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."

Maybe one day…

Maybe one day

after I’m gone

they’ll remember I lived,

I breathed

I came 

And I went.

Maybe one day

I’ll be more

than a passing thought

a gleam 

in their eye

that’s no more

Maybe one day

they’ll think

of me

as if to see

that I’ll never be

No more.

Maybe one day

will come

when they realize

they missed

the chance

I’m no more.

Poetry Sunday~ Divine Glory

Luke 12: 7 But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
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Divine Glory
(c) Joni Zipp
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I crawl;
my nails dig
into the soil
my knees, bloody,
scrape the ground

I cry,
tears burn tracks
into my face
flowing
without ceasing.

I breathe;
inhale the pain
piercing the armor
cutting like shards
of glass upon my heart.

I wail;
the thought
of indecision
creeps, the dust
of corruption.

I ponder;
the truth of light
as darkness grasps
the very essence
of my being.

I plead;
for unwavering faith
to not let me down
when all around me
hands trying to tug.

I see...
God for the Glory
of all that He is
all that he does
and all He wants for me.

I live...
in trust and faith
walking, knowing
He is beside me
where only He knows
all of me.


Luke 21: 28 And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.

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Psalm 30:5
Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

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One day...

One day our lips will brush.
we’ll meet in the rain once more.
I’ll run into his waiting arms
we’ll long for love for sure.

One day our passion will feed
the flame that since has gone
finding mutual bonding ground
besides just being a pawn.

One day I’ll find the match is there
igniting the passion that fled
but lo and behold the water spoiled
the ember of light was bled.

One day he’ll wrap me in his arms
and hold me ever so tight.
Never forsaking or letting go
throughout the stormy night.

One day I might realize that
it was all just a dream.
Maybe He is the One,
who shines the radiant beam.