These poems are easy to read, and hard to forget. Words out of a Christian woman’s broken life. Poems of anger, sadness, grief, heartache, joy, and a little madness. A lot of them are stories within a poem. Like, “The Man with the Broom, than there is “Lillie,” or “A Light at the End of the tunnel.” Then there is my favorite, “The Redwood Tree and the Rose.”
The Tree and the Rose In my back yard stands a beautiful Redwood tree. It stands tall and gives shade to all who come to see. At the bottom of this magnificent creation is a Rose. It is small and insufficient, all it has is a fragrance that tantalizes the nose. It was hidden from view because of the tree, until she opened her arms to entwine as it grew, her vine began to climb. Each spring it brought forth it’s Rose, like hanging ornaments they were exposed. They hung without the question why. White with beauty which couldn’t be denied. It looked as if the great Redwood tree was in bloom, but infect it was the Rose that brought forth her own flower, and her own perfume. The Rose has grown strong, with the mighty tree together they belong. Rain and snow came and rested on the giant’s great wings. The Rose is sheltered, and covered by the king. Time has come and gone, and all them that passed by can view. The Rose and the tree have become as one, And each spring all began anew.
God put a new gift in me, it was poetry. It helped me in so many ways. “Something Ugly, Made Beautiful,” help me to see God could take someone, that others might toss out the door, but He could love them even more.
“Don’t Look Back “ Our lives are so full of disappointment and regrets Things you’ve intended to do, but haven’t yet Why didn’t we make better decisions? We lost sight of the true vision.
Things we wish we had done, but didn’t. It was God who showed me, don’t look back.
You may laugh at the one, “Pray a lot, and carry a Big Stick.” Than there is, “The Ship is Close,” “I hope you can see the Disciple, Brother Peter. Than there is Daniel, “The Man in the Den,” What a Man of God. A true prayer warrior.
I believe when they said variety, is the spice of life, they were thinking about poetry.
How many dreams have you had, and wanted them to come true? But they didn’t, then you’ll understand the poem, “A Broken Dream,” such passion for it to work. Did you hear the glass shatter, that was the dream you had. Like my dream, I had to learn if it isn’t His dream, it will come apart.
My poem, “The Foundation,” was inspired by my Son. His small church has been working for three years, to lay the foundation for their new church. As you can not build even a house of worship, without the Foundation.
My last poem, “The Cross Speaks,” is words, from the tree that they cut down for the cross our Lord hung on for yours and my salvation. I wept, as writing this anointed poem.
The tree had met this man before, Isn’t he the same man that sat under me, and fed five thousand souls, yes He is, His name is Jesus. On that day He spoke so bold. His eyes are dim, but I know Him. He has been beaten, his blood is on me, he is trying to carry me, I’m very heavy, can’t they see. Why are they doing this? I saw him heal, feed the poor and more. I heard a voice from heaven speak to Him. The voice said “this is my Son, in whom I’m pleased.”
I pray that God will richly bless you as you read His Poems.
My Ministry is the Word of God through my poetry. If you would like something fresh and different to come and share, e-mail, or call.
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