Poetry Sunday ~ On a Monday ~ Tear Catcher

Job 16:20 “My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.”

Tear Catcher

I feel the doubts like shouts

lingering in my soul.

not from within but without

are ones that play a role.

I cannot find a protocol

that keeps this ill at bay

I cannot bear all the words

that people never say.

Taunted with their falsity

the fake façade they feel

their glazed over face says one thing

while the mind will whisper what’s real.

Tissues fill the trashcan

with tears that I’d cast down

tripping on my own thoughts

as a smile turns to a frown.

Dear God as you walk with me

along the storm-filled path

allow in me a peace unknown

Release this inner wrath.

Pss. 6:6 “I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.”

Poetry Sunday ~ The Mist

Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears, not to oust them. 

~Vincent McNabb

The Mist
Crossing over the empty field
fingers stretch out like tendrils of vapor
Prior stalks crept skyward but now
the pasture keeps vigil with the midnight caper.

Creeping, clinging, clawing finding its way;
sauntering, slithering into the life of me
Through the trees soft sworn breeze,
the mindful mist just has to be.

The moisture whispers softly sprinkling
sounds, a hiss, a cool bliss singing.
life is short the fork is swaying
with the earth, all but swinging.

The sun is sneaking sinewing and peeking
rays they linger beyond the gist
it is where one day my soul will lay
evaporating as surely will the mist.

Poetry Sunday ~ Gods Whisper

Gen. 27: 8 Now therefore, my son, obey my voice according to that which I command thee.
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God’s Whisper
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He booms right in with words to say
“I will show you all the way!”
He lifts me up into the sky
“I give you this, don’t ask me why.”

“But I am lowly, humble and meek
why attack me when I am weak?”
Teeth they ooze with blood not clean,
his gripping claws are not unseen.

“I give you more, a powerful soul
you’re my child, I’ve made you whole.”
It’s in the pool of my heart His stir,
the words of God, softly whisper.

A thunderous roar screams out to me
“I can not just allow you to be.
I own you now with all your lies
I feed your walk of innate disguise.”

“Eternal life of light and beauty
I call upon you, your earthly duty.
All I gave you shall not blister
with me you’ll soar,” I heard Him whisper.

I give my life, to the one whose call,
makes me bow; I begin to fall.
It only takes a quiet sound
of God’s own voice to bring me ‘round!

Poetry Sunday~ A Winter Scene

A Winter Scene
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The morning breathes a sigh of relief,
a new dawn has broken through.
The snow it whispers from the sky
 the blush of a fresh days hue.

Trees are barren as they sleep
each limb has clinging cotton
crisp cold air wafts throughout
squirrels are all but forgotten.

The crunching noise it lingers
as deer and elk creep by.
Silence holds this winter day
as snow falls from on high.

The air is full of Christmas
a holy day abounds.
Bells and holly carry on
the wondrous seasons sounds.

Mystery here is clinging
as angels sing a song,
coming is a new born babe
leading men along.

Awaken all you nations
hear the words I plea,
God has sent a part of Him
for sins of you and me.

Generations have come and gone
but everything's the same.
The Holy night is cherished
as the very day He came!