Love Waits
Love waits...
Because love is a rose.
It waits for its flourish,
Taking in all life to nourish.
Yet, invaders are fierce,
Grown thorns must fully pierce.
And when the time comes,
The rose truly loves.
Beaming with its lush color,
Breathed of its sweet flavor,
Grasping life,
Granting life.
It gives all its beauty,
It gives all its sweetness,
It gives all its protection,
Love gives everything...
because Love waits....
Because love is a rose.
It waits for its flourish,
Taking in all life to nourish.
Yet, invaders are fierce,
Grown thorns must fully pierce.
And when the time comes,
The rose truly loves.
Beaming with its lush color,
Breathed of its sweet flavor,
Grasping life,
Granting life.
It gives all its beauty,
It gives all its sweetness,
It gives all its protection,
Love gives everything...
because Love waits....
From the Lord of the Rings Trilogy
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Not a flower, not a kite, but a butterfly
Father who art in heaven...”
She prayed in her flight
With rashness car driven
forming a bloody sight
Trying to make it
It was too late
Deeper than the slit
Leg bones’ twisted fate
No more running
Stroll in a wheelchair then crutches
No track star coming
Loss in everything she touches
Flowers sprout in full bloom
Beauty is its being
But pedals suddenly fly like fume
Flower not worth seeing
All things fade
No matter how hard we try
Reality like a blade
No answer for every cry
Yet, answers lie in our race
What we truly run for,
how we choose our place,
to fight a destined war
What will you loose?
What will you gain?
Forcing the world in your noose?
Or to refuse fighting in vain?
Give what you cannot keep
Gain what you cannot loose
No escape from loss’s grip
as she watched all gifts slip
Normal Health took a drastic fall
as she longed for any patient’s call
Is there any hope for the small kite?
It is so little compared to the world
Only depending on its own might
To fight the world’s gravity unfurl’d
But No, she is not the kite.
She is a butterfly.
Transformed by patience.
Ruled by divine conversation
Letting the wind carry her light wings
even through the chaos the storm brings
Because she does not look down
or give in to gravity
But flies heaven-bound
in freedom beyond reality
Who will you loose?
Who will you gain?
Imprisoned in selfish abuse
Or surrendered to the God who was slain?
Give yourself, who you cannot keep...
Gain Himself, who you cannot loose
Nothing to loose
Everything to Gain
Because He is everything.
Ascending Light
by Carolyn Shields
Hands slipped, leaves fell, bark chipped.
I fell out of the dwelling tree
my faith dispelled and drifted free
It grew as the tree of spiritual growth
Where I neglected my devotional oath
Where had my heart gone?
Where the break of dawn?
I made much progress up the tree
Only on the Light my eyes would see
Its bright rays peered through the treetops
Revealing hope where the climbing stops
Yet, my eyes repeated to drift down
Past, sinful habits became renown
Tempted to think I was tired,
Laziness became what I admired
One day, I completely ceased my climb
And the serpent arrived just in time
He told me to reach for the fruit a couple branches below
If only I heard within me the faint, deeper woe
But I utterly found as I reached down
It remained too far as my world descended and spun around
And here I lay, back on the ground
Corrupting feelings spread unbound
For no one could see in the black darkness
Selfish,earthly senses they could only harness
Feeling their way through the dirt
Tasting their way through the hurt
Hearing only their own voice
Dancing to din endured as their only choice
I enjoyed the pointlessness of this life
For within me there dwelled no kind of strife
Entirely committed to my natural sin
Not ‘fighting the good fight’ that existed to win
Knowing my rebellion ultimately ended to lose
Standing out remained wholly to refuse
The people around me acted all the same
Being different prevailed as an evident shame
But here a crucial payment the authorities needed:
“The guilty one should be punished ” disguised demons pleaded
My fearful emotions arose
That my guilt and crime would show
Executioners forced their way through the crowd
Crazy cheering and chants grew loud
And sure enough they found me
From my stone heart, sin spilled free
“You have rebelled against the King of Light,
By His decree,you sacrifice your blood tonight!”
Hope seemed lost in the shouts and cries of justice
Yet, words of grace miraculously became trusted
“For her offense against my Father, let her not pay,
I will take her place, for it is the One and only Way.”
The excitement grew
The proposal fell through
This was the voice of a poor man
But He was not meant to be in this land
Like me, the King granted Him a heart
Yet, perfect flesh carved its exclusive art
Called, “ Prince of Peace” yet convicted of blasphemy,
His 'offense' persisted truly as a fallacy
Executioners killed
Blood spilled
Running to parties, the crowd raced in a scatter
While I solely remained to contemplate the matter
I decided to painfully hear the small still voice inside
Nearer and nearer I crawled to the glistening spark I eyed
“ I... I am the guilty one,
I am infinitely sorry for what I have done.”
Tears streamed like a river down my face
I could not comprehend this gift of grace
The spark grew nearer to me
The tree I had climbed now I could see
Bloodshed shown by its streaks
The resurrected Prince repeats,
“ Climb up your tree
and continually follow me.”
My cares and duties now on Him to lay
Though so underserving, I still had to say,
“My Prince of Peace died on this tree,
I once was lost, but now, He sets me free.”
The Light warmed my heavy, frozen spirit
My Prince’s heart of flesh I did inherit
Looking up to the Light
I relied on His might
Knowing when I reached the top
Separation will assuredly stop
I will see my Prince of Peace
climbing His tree I was never to cease....
"The Fellowship of the Unashamed"
By David Guinn
I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight-walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer and labor by power.
My pace is set, my gate is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know and work until He comes. And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear.
By David Guinn
I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight-walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer and labor by power.
My pace is set, my gate is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know and work until He comes. And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear.
Hazel's Poem
‘Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets...
The muttering retreats...
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels...
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells...
Streets that follow like a tedious argument...
Of insidious intent...
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.’
~ Fault In Our Stars Poem
Originally quoted from
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
‘Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets...
The muttering retreats...
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels...
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells...
Streets that follow like a tedious argument...
Of insidious intent...
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.’
~ Fault In Our Stars Poem
Originally quoted from
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock