A Poem About Faith, A Gift

Faith is not what you do
Rather what you possess
You can’t make more
you can’t have less

Jesus gives you a measure
A gift when you surrender
Revealed like a hidden treasure
It’s yours forever

It grows stronger as you weaken
It remains when all else falls
Pain may move foundations
But faith is not shaken, not at all

It works you like a Potter’s wheel
Molds and shapes the lifeless clay
It works within you to transform
The way you live your life each day

If I had power over faith that’s given
If by my will fate and feelings befall
Christ wouldn’t be my Savior risen
It never was real faith at all

//Worth So Much More

Where am I since I started this walk of faith
I knew nothing of what it would entail
Some question my success
What is the measure of worth?
Beginnings, endings, middles
Circles within circles often seem empty
I wake in sunlight outlined by shadow
I sleep in darkness defined by light//
This world in all it’s splendor
It’s landscapes, provender and provision
Will one day cease
And it deems not all equal
Yet one soul is eternal
Worth more than the world it inhabits
My success is the nurturing of my soul

PS 62:1 Truly my soul finds rest in God;
my salvation comes from him.
PS 42:11 Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.
Ps 103:2 Praise the LORD, my soul,
and forget not all his benefits

Wrote this poem for five minute Friday with Kate Motaung and awesome writers who inspire, teach and encourage me as I play with words.

A word each week to muse over and write for 5 minutes.
Sometimes a lot comes and sometimes just the title in that amount of time. It is both fun and challenging.

Truth

Not even sunshine can tell us all
Only uncreated light reveals it
An entity in itself, it is self-sustaining
Our best efforts leave empty holes of lies and questions
The more you think you know, the more there is to know
It may have sides, but never disagrees with itself
It needs no proof by words or actions
I cannot change it, destroy it or manipulate it
It will win in the end
It has to
It is truth
Jn 17:17 “… Thy word is truth”.
Jn 14:6 “…I am the way, the truth and the Life. No man comes to the Father but by me”.

A Mother’s Day Poem

A Mother’s Day Poem

Another holiday
This time for mothers
But some grieve
Some were abandoned
Some abused
Some abased
Some neglected
Perhaps she is gone
It’s too soon to celebrate again
Then there is the miscarriage
The still born
The fatal accident
The infertility
Hurt and anger
The addiction
The guilt
The brokenness
What then to celebrate
Motherhood
Without it, there is no life at all

The Word, My Daily Bread

If I’m satisfied I won’t eat
If I don’t eat, I won’t grow
He wants me hungry
To be satisfied
And then hungry again
Balance

He Comes

He comes

No matter how dark it gets
Or what road I follow
How lost I become
In the tears
In the laughter
From the first yesterday
To the last tomorrow

He comes

It may be in quiet
Or in storm
Evening or morn
Laboring or rest
Somber or jest
Sometimes an embrace
Or alone where I find

He comes

To know and to sense
From where and whence
My continual quest
I follow as best
He leads and precedes
My every step
Again and again and again

He comes

Prompt: Write a poem about something that keeps repeating itself, such as the sunrise, or an action you repeat.

Well, I did it again to my surprise. Wrote 30 poems in 30 days. Actually it ma be the first year I missed none.

Encompassed

Full light blinds you
In darkness finds you
Color embraces you
Nature faces you
Silence covers you
Music favors you
Angels gleam at you
Only Jesus redeems you