Its heat beats deep in my veins thrumming tumbling drumbeats off-beat softer scuffling of my feet beside dark feet in the community of rhythms that thump the earth and thrust our souls into one warm hum Its winds blow gently through my hair flowing even now in wisps of ash, flower powder, dust –night airContinue reading “Africa in my Veins”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Higher Things
Even tiny finches live in a dimension far above mine— perching on light poles, playing among tree blossoms, drinking sweet nectar. But you, Lord, also call me to higher things, to not stay prisoner to dust and traffic and corruption. You say my name and my soul rises to meet with you. You give aContinue reading “Higher Things”
While You are Here
Endure! Stay strong, not relying on muscle strength because it won’t last. Like the grass, like flowers, you will fade away and dissolve. You will go back to the dust. It is on God you mustalways focus! Glue your truston his goodness, his wisdom!He has known you sincehe formed you in the womb.He knows yourContinue reading “While You are Here”
What He is Weaving in the Wind
Wind whips wisps of hair into eyes blurred by despair; gusts grab my pulsing heart. Nearly toppling, scrambling for safe purchase, I scream . . . DON’T BE AFRAID! STAND UP, THROW ROOTS TO DEEP SOIL, TWIRL THEM ‘ROUND ALL OBSTACLES— GO FURTHER DOWN, FURTHER IN; WRAP THEM ‘ROUND MY LOVE! KNOW THAT I AMContinue reading “What He is Weaving in the Wind”
That Defining Moment
joy and wonder at the audacious miracle ripped open a gap a window in the curtain between dimensions because God had become humandivinity crunched in a bodyout of lovefor wretched humanityan angel looked for someone awakenot sleeping in this defining momentand found shepherdsalert night guardswho suddenly saw something beyond beliefcould it be??an angel of lightblindingContinue reading “That Defining Moment”
The Joy of Living in Light
Before God said, “Let there be light!” and there was light, God was. And Jesus was: Light of the world, uncreated light that was, and is, and is to come. Within the new Jerusalemno other light will shine,for he will reign, and dayand night (light undulating) will be redefined. Foreverwill be lit another way.And IContinue reading “The Joy of Living in Light”
Peace, Good Will! And Yet . . .
The angels sang of peace. And yet I struggle to remember what seems so elementary: peace has its source in 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 good willwhen wars devourthe planet? Evenin your Bodycruel manipulationsof the truthContinue reading “Peace, Good Will! And Yet . . .”
It’s Not Over Yet!
Everything vibrant is going to seed: burgundy tufts on the yellowing grass, slender filaments lined with beans drooping down between withering leaves, millet high on the dusty stalks, papaya clusters, lemons, limes — all reminders that it is time to pass on the treasure of living life, to breed a crop of who we are:Continue reading “It’s Not Over Yet!”
Because of You I Run with Joy
Sleep may slip out of reach, but I will rest in you. Age may take its toll, but I am renewed by you. I may hobble along the path, but you will keep me upright. I may wrestle with fear in the dark, but you are the light in my heart. The world’s disasters mayContinue reading “Because of You I Run with Joy”
Eyes on You
When even the sunrise is muted by gray, the air polluted and blackened by carbon, there is one place where I can play, breathing in air that is free from dirt, a place where my heart-hurts fade away— here beside you, finding a way to gradually lay each major worry, each broken hope on theContinue reading “Eyes on You”
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