Divine Touch

Oh, that marvelous ache that propels
my spirit towards the throne of heaven...
deep unto deep touching
for the sake of divine yearnings.
Eternity in my heart;
I am in awe of the drawing salve that
pulls out the dust of earth
and rips the veil from my eyes...
giving me a fresh taste of the bread of heaven
as I breathe in the mundane
mingled in with the eternal.

Beginnings...

"In the beginning..." I read in Your word, Lord...
You started it all with Your words and Your hands...
setting in motion all history's vantage;
propelling creation towards predestined plan.
Beginning is not always easy, Lord;
yet You bid us to come...
away from the noise and commotion of busy days
towards solace found in communion with You.
From the beginning creation showed Your glory;
the beauty and function broke concept's ability to
place creation in a neat little box.
Joy became full when the hill fell under shadow;
permitting the sacrificed lamb to release the promise.

Sustaining Joy

Sacrifice of praise
arising from my spirit;
joy remaining from the vestiges
of past victories...
Allowing present concerns
and unresolved questions to float by;
looking past the mist of this present darkness
to discover the Rock awaiting me...
praise unfastening the tensile strength of
talon's grip upon my soul...
releasing me to soar with the bird I am watching
as I sit on solid ground.

Sunshine on Shadow

Sunshine in shadow
repels the depth of mental fire;
coexisting
light and dark
boxing with each other for positions
in the realm of glory...
Clarity revealed
through that contrast of wills;
flesh and spirit
competing for time and consideration;
penetrating gaze of light on darkness' fingers...
boring through evil with sword and shield...
flashing in conflict
for control of the soul.

Mercy's Gift

Mercy
came to me one day...
in elegance and grace;
presented as a soothing oil;
balm's generosity onto
the soul's canvas...
Mercy's gift
came in a box of redemption;
brought down
by Calvary's flow...
Mercy flows
over the scars and divots;
filling in gaps
created by
falling...
the flesh melting off
when the fire came to stay...
refining the dross
from carnage of flesh...

So Sweet

It is so sweet
to trust You, Lord...
Your mercies
refresh us
with the dawn of each new day.
Grace flows down
and the praises rise up,
enveloping pain
and pleasure
in the light of eternity.

I'll trust You, Lord
past the strain of reason;
holding onto
handles of faith
through focus on the words of life...
holding onto truth revealed.

It is so sweet to
hear Your voice...
from echoes of eternity
from nature's witness
from the whispers of inner confirmation...

It is so sweet, Lord;
when the song in the night
allows me
to touch the hem of your garment.

Intercession

Ezekiel 22:30
So I sought for a man among them who would make a wall, and stand in the gap before me on behalf of the land, that I should not destroy it, but I found none."

Looking out on the
sea's mist,
my spirit drawn to
dancing with a soft cloak;
the faces come into my memory
and bid me
kneel my spirit's will towards
the dew of heaven...
...the arms of Jesus
hold each one
in tender reverie...
proclaiming grace
and Word
as hedges against
erosions of faith
within human form;
and bringing back
the peace past conscious knowing
to rest upon and
heal
each
furrowed
brow.