Job description

Writing poetry feels exactly like taking care of children.

Ideas keep running up to me

“Mom Mom, write me first”

I have to take a deep breath and tell everybody to

wait their turn …

it’s exhausting and wonderful,

my heart is full.

 

 

Experiencing God’s Grandeur

Gazing over the vast canyon

of Your unconditional love,

I begin to sense the depths You would go

to carve a place for each of us in Your ethereal home.

Everything gorgeous points to Your majesty.

The grandeur of nature exists, so we can marvel

at Your presence in it.

You call to us from beyond this world,

boldly proclaiming Your love.

Sometimes an unlikely wildflower

finds a way to grow in the cracks between ancient stones,

miraculously bathing in rich enough soil …

and I am nourished by hope.

 

The illuminated path

I may never know, whose prayers first lit

the path beneath my feet.

But I think the best thank you note

is to march on,

illuminating the journey for others as I go.

In a sense, we each must walk alone.

Yet we’re always connected,

through the intentionality of our souls.

 

A reminder to believe in miracles

I’ll never understand how you stopped believing.

The sun is shining, and your shades are drawn tight.

Why are you curled up in a ball on the couch,

when lavender breezes are right outside,

waiting to gently tickle you back into the flow of Life?

The full moon illuminates even the night,

but you hide in the shadows  –

bogged down in the mist,

I can’t imagine why.

There is a glistening ethereal reality singing your name.

It’s calling you right now …

Can you hear it in your children’s playful voices?

What about your bounding, smiling dog?

It’s like a radio with heavenly stations at your fingertips;

and you’re tuned into static instead of Love.

Can you at least try twisting to hope for a little while?

I want you to hear the melody of God.

I want you to dance to the tune of His miraculous healing power.

I’m telling you, it’s been there all along …

calling you out of darkness…

You were never really alone.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been blind –

The Sun will rise again,

And you can be there to see it this time.

Even you can come back to life.

What’s stopping you?

Mystical love story

The first encounter feels like a helium balloon of love,

floating us gently to new heights of peace and sweetness we’d never fathomed.

Sooner or later,

atmospheric pressure pops this bubble of perfection,

and gravity spirals us back down to the reality of earth,

where purgation starts like a strenuous climb.

A gift freely given must now be fought for

with everything we’ve got.

Really, we’re the lucky ones, who’ve even had a sense of it –

Mystical memory is etched deep in our souls,

illuminating our path and spurring us on.

The journey is arduous, but the destination calls us forth.

I’m here to tell you:

This is how you become capable of greater love.

I’m here to encourage you:

Angels accompany you through every trial.

I’m here to remind you:

The Glory of God is worthy of your effort.

 

Your worth

I am the very opposite of what I’m told a woman should be.

Fortunately, I have the strength to rebuke those voices,

and I know Who gave that strength to me.

What does it say about society,

when a woman can feel the power of God’s love coursing through the depths of her being,

and she has the grace to sense the pulsing grandeur of eternal life,

while her heart still beats …

What does it say about the world we live in, 

when she follows the illumnated path,

laid out especially for her by angels,

and she’s filled with a soulful knowing

that the  journey is worth every step out on faith …

What does it say about life, when her only peril on the road to freedom

is the pressure to conform to this age?

Why do we bully women into superficiality?

Why do we try to steal her innate connection to the power of God that wants nothing but good for all of us?

This is how it’s always been.

The question is:

Will we respond with courage of conviction

or will we give in?

Will we be forged into unshakable diamonds of eternal beauty

or will be be turned into dust?

The riches of prayerful silence

If you could begin to fathom the wealth of graces

waiting for you under the surface of life,

you wouldn’t hesitate to dive right into the crystal clear pool of silence.

You would swim boldly,

deep into the beauty of hope.

Even though you’re terrified,

while the frosty water bites your skin

and you imagine creatures hungrily swimming up

to devour your last resolve …

If you had even an inkling of the gemstone treasure waiting to nourish your soul in the quiet depths of contemplation,

you would never quit.

You would surrender even your breath to dive ever deeper,

until you lose yourself completely

in the sacred mystery of His love for you.

I’m telling you the good news beause someone once told me,

and I had the grace to believe.

I dove into faith and lost everything,

even my own life

before I discovered the miracle of infinite riches He’d created me for.

Now I’m alive in truth, bejeweled in dignity.

I finally realize my worth as the daughter of a King, and

I want the same for you.

The question is:

Do you have the courage to your heart wide enough

to receive these graces?

Will you take the plunge?

Related Scripture

“For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will save it.” -Luke 9:24“For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will save it.” -Luke 9:24