When even the sunrise is muted by dust, the air polluted with smoke and red dirt, there is one safe place where I can stay, breathing in air that is healthy and clean, a place where my heart-hurts heal as I pray. Here beside you,I’m finding a wayto gradually layeach major worry,each broken hopeon theContinue reading “My One Safe Place”
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Remembering: “Smothered in the Night”
The long car twisted through tall grass In the shy darkness following sunset. Suddenly it was before us—the village, Mud huts huddled close like frightened sheep. Our headlights swept across them and then fell On a pile of children tumbling from the night To swarm around the car as we stepped out.A skinny girl lookedContinue reading “Remembering: “Smothered in the Night””
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”
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”
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”
Desperate to Center
Thoughts slip left and right, up and down, circling center but not resting there. I long to be centered, focused, listening. When swirling slows I sense You here, present. That is the heart position that centers thoughts on You, the Unseen One who matters most. I rest, absorbing peacefrom the Prince of Peace,the object ofContinue reading “Desperate to Center”
When Peace is Elusive
We yearn for peace but turn away from the one certain source that will not die, a fifth dimension of hope that is founded on truth.It is transparent reality, not wishful thinking, but cannot be seen by cataract-laced eyes;it is only even partly known by those committed to the Great Beyond while in the HereContinue reading “When Peace is Elusive”
That One Thing
When I heard him say, “Seek my face,” my heart skipped a beat like a goat leaping high to land on a ledge then jump to the top of a high crag, flat, and shaded by pines to find him there, his face lit up by the rising sun. I wanted to ask him toContinue reading “That One Thing”
When He Restores My Soul
When He, the Shepherd of my life, restores my weary soul, He shines his brilliant, healing light into each shadowed corner space, and He cleans out each creeping rot and sneaky vapor of distress, depression or deceit. And then His lovingkindness flows His living water through each vein, with salt of truth and his sweetContinue reading “When He Restores My Soul”
Have I Peaked?
Have I peaked? Have my green leaves turned golden red, moving toward brown when my strong stems go limp and lose their grip, break loose and fall to earth? Old age brings joy in matured skills, new opportunities. Yet my end time draws nearer every day. I will just smile and greet every hour withContinue reading “Have I Peaked?”
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