I cast my net
reached for the biggest fish
It swallowed me whole
and spit
out my net.
I survived
recovered what was lost -
my net had been stretched
broken
torn
forever changed.
I cast it again
landed a crab
claws so thick
claws so sharp
it slipped
out
left a big hole
let garbage came in -
my net collapsed
was on life support...
Then this fisherman came in
and as I reflect on it
he told me to cast my net
but I did not want to give in
so he said:
"throw it with everything,
cast it one more time"
so I did
and until today
I see miracles with every mend.
Tag: God is good
The Sunflower
I tap down hard
anchored and true
I will shine for you.
In the mist of winter
my essence gives light
in spring I bring the promise
Summer bountiful harvest
Autumn gets cold
but I will remain by your side.
Trouble is not welcome here
only song birds and hare
faithfully I give them dreams
of bountiful fields
yet to come.
With me you will grow
strong and tall
In your deserts or meadows
I will come and make a show.
When words fail
my love will remain
long after you see me no more.
Rest Anew…
Stress
deceptively creeps
riding a beastly black horse
born of your need
my need
our need
to remain in control
when we
should have let go.
Now It holds a black scale
not balanced.
With vengefuul arrogance comes Worry
atop a ghostly steed
no victory there
only death,
never ending hell.
Unless -
just out of reach of the big black clouds
comes a Blessed voice
still -
quiet -
"Salvation...
the accuser has been cut down."
Then a gentle breeze
blows
sweeps away the mist...
I see,
New Jerusalem
I feel cool waters
flowing
over me
through you
around s
healing springs!
Forgotten -
the horsemen stumble
diminished
try to make a final stand,
but they begin to fade
melt away.
The Lamb,
The Lamb must rise,
nothing unclean
can remain here.
we must sweep
prepare the land
plant new seeds.
Time
Before, there was time to see and do all the things dem. Time was plenty, plenty and well generous – even nuff. Too much time and like water from a broken pipe spill and thrill into the dirt, It was wet and you felt blessed. Then, time crept and crawled up the wall away from you, and then you wondered, When did it go? It felt good to have time under your feet and feel free to be whatever you wanted. You could sit still for a while and several hours after it was still daylight. Them times Time stretched far and wide, a speck that could not be contained. So, you start feeling yourself and forget to do all the tests and the rest. “Man look here, you have time”.
But time is a clever one, he is a knowing one and he play with you and then turn lose on you then trap you. At those times, he dances around you and spin your head too and then make you forget, outside of you he is limitless but in you it is limited. Then when you stop spin and you are sinking he runs further from you, away from your dreams and your waiting.
instead you are left with his essence no longer blessed with his presence. What should you do? Will you sit and mourn because he wont come back, that young man is gone and so too is your youth. You see, he was interwoven with you but you took him for granted and when you wanted him, he did not want you. Now what shall we do? We have to let him go and sun bath at sun down.
Position Yourself
Seek and you will find
the tangible truth
of you
stand firm
do not turn
away from the way.
be honest
about your desires
then leave them
on the alter
do not wonder
what you will find
when you trust
is a sign
that you must
walk a path
lonely
with traveller's dust
to align yourself
stand
walk
run.
A Chapter Closes
A chapter closes
dark clouds give way
light shines into darkness
mourning will not stay...
I can see the morning
stars shining through
a place unknown
before my birth foretold...
I am thakful for the rains
the thunderstorms and hails
they provided the water
so new plants will not fail...
New shoots hurry quickly
ready to capture the sun
to leap into the unexpected,
Thank God! Shalom.
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.
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