I thought I was alone, figuring out how to navigate this world. Sometimes I walked in burning sun, seeking shade or longing for sunset. Or blasting winds would throw debris over the path, hiding the way forward. Crossroads scared me. Right? Left? But then I sensed eyes on me, a presence by my side. WhoContinue reading “My Essential Companion”
Author Archives: Linnea Boese
Like the Air that I Breathe
So much sharpness in the world today: bare tree branches that pierce the sky like forked lightning, zebu* horns poking the air like staples, headless palms erect as straight pins. Hawk wings slice the atmosphere, machetes crack through vines, bike spokes whirr. Even the blades of grass have a cutting edge. If air were solidContinue reading “Like the Air that I Breathe”
Lemon Lesson
Lemon leaves bush the tree, newborn limbs reaching out pushing past the older ones. I pull one of them sideways, wondering if there might be a round ripe lemon waiting for me. Deep in the forest of varied greens I catch sight of gold—then suddenly I see plump balls clustered together, hanging out in camouflage,Continue reading “Lemon Lesson”
Hush My Swirling Thoughts
I calm myself and quiet my heart hush my swirling thoughts and rest like a weaned child against her mother’s chest no searching no tossing about no hungry whimpers just breathing the pounding waves pat my back the sound of love I rest and the salty breeze caresses my cheeks I’m leaning on eternal armsContinue reading “Hush My Swirling Thoughts”
The Seesaw of Suffering
Dead weight suffering drops its heaviness on me, leaving a depression— thumbprint of loneliness, harm-pit threatening oppression. I suffer the moment, weighed down (way down to the depths) knowing the promise: the seesaw balance works best when re-balanced. See—my share in pain is for your gain! My end down, I gather comfort greedily from richContinue reading “The Seesaw of Suffering”
He Cries Too!
Jesus wept when Jerusalem loomed before him, ignorant in spite of all that he had taught her, calling her into his Kingdom. But she refused to understand, entrenched in her self-rule. I cry too, with all mothers longing to shelter little ones from storms they’re bringing on. Just like Jesus, I picture that mother henContinue reading “He Cries Too!”
Prayer Beside Lily Pads
Sitting by the lake, your peace rolls in, rippling rows dancing with the water lilies. They soak in sunshine, pale yellow arms reaching up into light, their green pads waltzing with waves. I watch and wait, my soul-petals lifted, loving you and your creative love of little things— like lily pads, like me. I amContinue reading “Prayer Beside Lily Pads”
Taste the Glory
Taste the glory! The very Breath of God inhabits me, holds my soul, permeates my mind, transforms my heart. His touch is whisper– soft behind the conscious verbiage, constant inner conversation; my appetite is piqued. I listen to the wind, wait for sentience to unlock the starving fibers of my soul to free delight inContinue reading “Taste the Glory”
Heartfast!
I want to be heartfast. Feet flat knees flexed legs taut stand my ground. Knocked hard breath blown wind gone still be found in place intact lungs filled arms ready eyes up fixed firm. He’s why I’m steady His hand in mine lifegrip keeping me. I grasp His Word – Truth told lovingly, not justContinue reading “Heartfast!”
Coming Close!
At last the Tabernacle was in place, curtains hung, priests consecrated. And in one awesome moment your glory, Yahweh, moved in. Not even Moses (who saw you on the mountain) could enter now. Your presence packed the tent with holy danger, essence of you made visible to sentient humans: fire, a mass of cloud residing,Continue reading “Coming Close!”
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