Behold I Make All Things New

A favorite verse from the Bible. Head hitting book! I think of this verse a lot.... it gave me hope in a time in my life when I had very little.

Behold I Make All Things New

I took upon myself one day 

To lock my soul far flung away

no time for sharing life joy giving

 a prisoner for someone else’s sinning

Always hid myself away in lonely

Land of self decay

Spirit held with open hand

Called me back to life again

Life of worth no self pity

No burn of sun or sparkling city

My reflection facing self in wall

Face the truth, face the call

I walked away from hiding place

Prison wall cold dead embrace

Now open truth wide world so true

Behold I make all things anew. 

Little New-A New Spirit

Little ‘New’ coming my way this weekend. Taking a step into the great unknown. Going to look for a ‘New Spirit,’ and add it to my own.

A New Spirit

Time to travel, finding place

New Spirit opens an open space

Unlatch the door, 10,000 miles

Journey Christ Air Sea and sky

Say to self, no to worry

mind speeds forth endless hurry

Dwell to find resting place

New Spirit, eternal life in grace

A choice not easy, hard to do

Deny a truth, sparks untrue

Strong weak Spirit open wide

Calls me to the other side

In life where lies the true unending

I am not far from new beginning

New Spirit stand points new way

Help me find my self today

New Spirit broken soul vast wide

The cornerstone withstand the tide

In the beginning, world without end

Calls me back to home again

Sacred Hearts

The Sacred Heart is an icon from my Catholic tradition. It carries a lot of meaning for me. We all carry a Sacred Heart within.

Sacred Heart

Sacred Heart pulse blood so red

Sweet heart of Jesus awaken the dead

O heartbeat fast, full life invigor

Eternal hope life last forever

Broken hearts, some may survive

Sweat beads of blood love since died

 ash of once in long far time

Heart broken glass not yours but mine

Heal a heart in broken stay

Meet Sacred Heart along the way

Heart that leads within and steals

 a broken heart begins to heal

You will have one heart lifetime pleasure

Like Sacred Heart you found a treasure

Love steadfast love, be true kind

All Sacred Hearts are yours and mine

Call: Answer

So. These last two years have involved a lot of thought about Call and Answer. This week is a time to begin putting flesh to words. My writing reflects my inability to grasp what Call/Answer is. This is a very good thing.

Call: Answer

 Call is soft as listless snow

Its breath stings like a knife

Bright wind it tolls and carries forth

Alone by dead of night

It comes upon a winter morn

And stays till summer time

It leaves in sleep and comes again

Among the morning tide

The call is loud I sometimes hear

The sound is warm and gentle

It breaks myself into a space

Where dwells the Spirits Temple

I have a call hear it loud

It frightens me to wander

It holds my life in endless flight

My soul takes leave to wonder

It finds in me a resting place

It lays its weary head

By day, by night my prayer to call

Will raise me from the dead

Call cries to find a dwelling place

To call one self a home

My life on earth I give to call

My answer is my own

Wear The Crown

Coffee

An ode to my morning brew at Brewed Awakenings. I like Coffee. My favorite way to start the day!

Coffee

Fog may fall sun may shine

Coffee cup I do depend

Choose my taste what like today?

Frothy cup life come my way

A kick to kick me into go

Step it up cannot say no

O coffee cup, persistent thief

You steal my listless tired sleep

Drink cup or two no more I stop

Drink one more from brewed coffee pot

Coffee cup life is brimming

Brewed awakenings. New day beginning.

A Dream Into Light

Ah. I envy those who sleep well. At times, at night my mind can wander. This is a lullaby for my own meandering thoughts.....

 A Dream Into light

I cast my dream from heart to head

In darkest night upon my bed

What travels keep awake me not

If fall in sleep I have no thought

The sun in day shines bright like amber

In darkest night its burn is tender

I steal from height I peer to fall

In dark pursuit I hear her call

Night is now a constant friend

It wakes me into light again

The day it burns with one refrain

In night I do it all again

Dream to sleep love live it well

But share in life your tale to tell

Do not forget the stories told

 Your dream in light cannot be sold

Good Shepherd

Sometimes. I meet someone and I write. Good Shepherd is for Rev. Jim Mitulski.

Good Shepherd

Visions deep runs clear and wide

His stand is all but ever

Casts warm hand in fertile ground

Raising bow and arrow

No hunter he for savage lands

Walking streets forever

In him the Shepherd found his mark

No aim too cold or tethered

His children cried from rivers driven

No listening words of change

Could answer calls of death and loss

All backs be turned by shame

There stood the Shepherd for the flock

Of life that’s gone forever

In him the book with written names

That shine on earth forever

No pity sake no life is gained

With him all bread was given

His body Christ was glorified
A Shepherd with a Vision

Wear The Crown

Wear the Crown

Wear the crown I heard him say

Let all else be as naught

Go wander over far off land

And find the king you sought

Forget the moon and sun and stars

And look for all else fails

Consider not that you are lost

lay waste to fear flung tales

And did I fall in winter stillness

And hit my head apon the ground?

Did vision rage within my head of

Ghostly king and shining crown?

O no, my fall was heaven sent

A gift to one who answers

The table set, arms outstretched to

Welcome home the stranger.

Three crowns were there among the gutter

When open eye I saw but one

I could not fathom or consider that someday

I would be the one

I wear a crown apon my head

A testimony to my life

I have no need for fear or doubt

Jesus is my Christ.