Category: Encountering New Experiences

Keep Pouring

Look away from your troubles and keep your eyes on the light. This is hard but we must. To look at the troubles is to look at Medusa and get stuck. You begin to try everything, but God. You become so bitter, preoccupied with the things sent to destroy and hold your dreams and faith captive. I see the river rushing by and at first, it seems violent. What should I do about this? Shame gripped me. My faith was weak. I trusted in people to get beyond the challenge not God. My faith was weak. In everything and everyone but God. God stripped away everything I felt was needed and I was left naked. So he could cloth me in His raments. I thought I needed certain things and people until I needed an ultimate provider. But it was God.

Pay attention. The obvious is so simple it fools you into thinking it’s harmless. We have been led away by our own desire. We become consumed by the things that will distract us and make our lives that much harder. Protect your peace, stay connected to God and do not walk in the spirit of unforgiveness. Don’t doubt that you can do what you are already doing. You won’t sink. Unless you take your eyes off Jesus. Keep going but that’s how you know you are on the right track. You keep going. Allow yourself to be moulded when “instant” is missing and “Waiting” stands ten feet tall. You are naturally confused, except for the confidence in the Lord. Keep going. when the fire burns hot, the lion circles, teeth bare white and sharp. keep going. You will walk through it. Keep pushing.

Your oil, that’s enough. A small jar of olive oil. Enough to light a flame in the secret place. So I poured the little oil into every little jar and it wouldn’t stop like a waterfall it came down. The oil never stopped:

She left him and shut the door behind her and her sons. They brought the jars to her and she kept pouring. When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.”

But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing

Keep pouring, till all the jars are full to filled and then rest.

Inside Outside

They see - 
but they don't see,
they know - 
but they don't know
the blow
brings snow,
pain - 
golden rain,
beyind haunted trails.
I failed to see the enemy,
it was inside of me
It said:
"you shall fail
you see
you cannot help it
it's in your nature
a true disease."
Blasphemy!
I see you,
my shadow 
following me.
I stretched and reached
now it confined me.
I popped 
jumped up
into sargasso sea
waddled I wiggled
into a land o'dreams
sword fight
fire flies
rescued me.
Now I see 
it was all possibilities
no spectator
a participator.

Chrysalis

The wait is hard
painful
cracked and shattered-
pieces fall apart,
broken
pulled
reimagined
I shed 
constantly - 
it was easier in the dirt - 
one should not dream too loftily
at least I knew that mess. 
This dark unknown
somehow must postpone
turn back the hands of time
yet- 
I struggle
towards a gaping light
against my will, 
with its promise of delightful flight.
"Caterpillars need to try real hard"
who speak?
who dare patronize me?
I stopped,
exhausted
angry still,
why try so hard?
This cold silken shroud
my forever resting place may be.
"You must struggle to get your wings
shed the weight 
capture your essence".
Could it be true?
No He lies!
Silence still.
If I tried 
could I find
a greater something else?
I hesitate.
I contemplate.
cold sweat laps up my fears.
Though Afraid shadows me
I must resist
to reach the heights of something new.
I must try, the larvae must die.
I must struggle towards the light 
whether 4 or 40 
the door must open,
this testing must end.

Heroes and Villains

I needed a hero
instead
I got a gutter snipe
water fountain pipper
a Judas
whom Jesus
would refuse.

I needed a Champion
instead I got Goliath
making a show
strength in its big toe
felled by Niobe COmplex.

I looked for a hero
met only the knife's kiss
twisted
it cried in vengeful bliss
as I bled out
a broken heart.

But at the crucial moment
when the hazy sun set its head
a hand caught me
back from the dead
whispered urgently
"my child
awake
arise
there is more for you yet!"

Barak

Get ready Barak!
the Lord is near
He marches ahead
with ten thousand strong!
So he took his stance 
out of his tent 
the wind riding his back.
Kishon valley of death
the trap layed.
Swift and keen
the evil one may be, 
today he shall be nailed
pegged to the spot.

To rule you must submit
you must believe
beyond your dreams
beyond all you can see
beyond your cloak of pride.
Know you do not know,
submit!
Or watch the crown
slide to an unkown
braver than your military might.
Will you submit
brave heart,
answer the call?

The Lion Roars…

Faced with adversity
He roars
the attackers are many
He does not shrink
Hair raised 
power forged
feet planted
ready to spring
a twitch 
a swish
and the enemy knows
woe to those who goes
where the Lion roars.
neck stiff
back riddled
with scars
he stands
majestic in his knowledge
many battles won
some lost
still he stands
regal in the knowledge
of his pride
never undone
heart of a Lion.