You’ve made me your heifer, pulling the plow,you’ve shaped me and trained me, showing me howto lean to the left when your strong hand presses,to walk straight ahead, cleaning up messesand tearing out weeds, preparing the wayfor planting the seed in that soil on the daywhen all is in readiness, soft dirt tilled,and we pressContinue reading “I Am That Heifer!”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
It’s a Continual Sacrifice!
slow motion eastwardthe world whirlsturning constantlytowards its sun then welcomingthe dark embrace of nightand swirling all aroundsmokey mist risesincense in all colorscontrasting texturesbraiding togetherwith purpose in flightfirst day of the weekit intensifiesas praises are sungand the worship expressedin the Family of Godcovers the rotating earthone longitudegives way to anotherbut in each spacethere are hearts inContinue reading “It’s a Continual Sacrifice!”
I Am One Piece of It All
I am not the center of your plans,and yet you give me significance as one special piece of the enormous puzzle that is your kingdom:a breathing, sentient realitythat is growing into your New Creation, a wonder of wondersthat no evil can destroy.So I just keep on saying it,telling you that (paltry as it is)I giveContinue reading “I Am One Piece of It All”
Eyes Fixed on Him
Lord, teach me howto stay on alert,watching out for the trapsinsidiously camouflaged,waiting for meto take one false stepand cave in to fear,or greed, or false symbolsof who I am. Show mewhere my adversary has poisonedthe thorns beneath the roses;help me to recognize eviland avoid it completely,holding only to what is goodand promotes love.At the sameContinue reading “Eyes Fixed on Him”
The Red of Love
Love—deep red love— came struggling throughthe pressure of the birth canaland landed safe in loving handsthat washed away the bloodand held him close.They did not know, not yet,that Love’s own bloodwould someday spurtfrom lashes to his back,from nails plunged straightthrough his own hands,and through his feet—blood of Life and supreme Lovethat would bring hope toContinue reading “The Red of Love”
His Joy is My Strength!
When my happiness fades away,disappointment moves in to stay.But his joy makes me strong!It lifts me like a song!It’s not laughter-dependent,doesn’t need a comic moment—not transient like a smilethat might last for a short milethen gradually melt down, maybe change into a frownat the pain and deep distressin my world’s sloppy mess.My Master’s joy isContinue reading “His Joy is My Strength!”
Where is Peace?
The angels sang of peace.And yet I struggleto rememberwhat seemsso elementary:peace has its sourcein you, the Prince of Peace.Peace seems to be the theme song ofa mocking bird,just borrowedand played back,called out in blandirrelevance, mere words.Where is goodwillwhen wars devourthe planet? Evenin your Bodythe cruel manipulationof the truth scores wounds;ill will is out to banishContinue reading “Where is Peace?”
Breathe in hope!
Breathe in the wet earthBreathe in my mercyBreathe in wafts of breezeBreathe in my Spirit Breathe in red poinsettiasBreathe in my artistryBreathe in owls cooingBreathe my approbationBreathe in candles glimmeringBreathe in gifts of hopeBreathe in massive fir treesBreathe my complex weavingBreathe in shafts of sunriseBreathe in Light and TruthBreathe in ringing church bellsBreathe my loveContinue reading “Breathe in hope!”
Open Home
The travelers walked in the door, hot and dusty after hours on dirt roads. Mom always found room at the table, one built for her by Dad, big enough to welcome at least a dozen guests. She added another vegetable, salad, bread— done! There was always enough. Then, grown up, it was my turn. IContinue reading “Open Home”
Thankful for Thanksgiving
simple pleasures precious treasures etched into the picture gallery of my nomad soul so often elsewhere but now savoring this moment soaking up laughter the fun of spontaneous puns and crazy card games twenty-two cards in my hand while the child on my lap tells the table what I hold and we play anyway truthContinue reading “Thankful for Thanksgiving”
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