Simple, Functional, Grace-filled Living.
There is an art involving in breathing. To breathe is to let go, release the stress, and give your mind time to reflect on what your mind, body, and soul tells you. This poem does just that. It helps you to stop and focus on what breathing does for you along with helping you gain a better perspective.
Breathe.
When anxiety threatens you.
Breathe.
When the news envelopes you.
Breathe.
When you’re not sure of the outcome.
Breathe.
With the Gift of His Only Son.
Breathe.
We are definitely living in uncertain times. During these times, it is important to keep ourselves anchored in God and his promises. It is also crucial to establish a creative outlet for ourselves, and our kids if they are still at home. Practicing self-care will help our souls and our ability to be resilient when everything around us is on shaky ground. This poem”Season of Uncertainty”, deals with our life as it is right now worldwide. I am currently reminded of God’s goodness as I type this because there are several birds singing their tunes right outside my kitchen window. To God be the glory! Blessings my friends!
The sun and birds.
The walks and talks.
Slowdown and family time.
There’s a growing whine.
When at home we dine.
In the midst of uncertainty.
It’s the unexpected.
When you feel neglected.
And a need to be hugged and seen.
When our faith is tested,
and the fear has rested,
in our hearts and in our souls.
It’s a time to trust.
Trust that God is good.
When the picture’s not whole, looks bleak.
When we search for others,
There’s no need to look further,
When his kingdom we will seek.
Last poem: Triggered
The word “triggered” has become so overly used in this day and age. For those of us who live with trauma/PTSD, triggers are real. And when they occur, gaining solid grounding is what’s needed in order to get past the episode. This poem, entitled, “Triggered” paints a vivid picture of what it’s like.
Triggers-everywhere.
Sights and sounds.
Beyond compare.
The bad seems worse.
The good seems better.
Triggers in all forms-
By Good “Ole Friend” Weather.
One word. One sound. Tilts you off the ground.
One look paints a picture.
Identity in Christ-Our one and only fixture.
The act of forgiveness is what we have been commissioned to do. However, it isn’t an easy task. The process itself keeps taking us back to the cross and having us to question our own worthiness with the Savior. This poem reflects just that. God bless!
Forgiveness -sounds foreign
Not domestic
Forgiveness-it’s for you
It’s protection
Forgiveness-the releasing of the poison
Forgiveness-no more power or the noisome
Forgiveness-it’s ours to take hold of
Forgiveness-standing tall
And be bold, love.
The Completion
He died.
Upon that tree.
He moaned. And groaned. Then bent the knee.
He said his last words.
Through the earth and through the nation, the completion was heard.
“It is finished.”
Yes, he said it.
It was for you and for me.
The conniving and all the striving…
The shedding of blood…
Broke it free.
After this, Jesus, knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, “I thirst!” 29 Now a vessel full of sour wine was sitting there; and they filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on hyssop, and put it to His mouth. 30 So when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said, “It is finished!” And bowing His head, He gave up His spirit.
John 19: 28-30
Sometimes life is just hard. We often find it difficult to understand why God allows certain things to happen. Sometimes he gives us the answer. Other times, he decides that it isn’t going to be revealed on this side of Heaven. We can always rest assured that God is always Good. He always Loves Us. He never changes. He will never forsake us. We can take all of these truths to the bank when everything else fails, and we don’t understand “His Will”.
It is his will.
We know it is.
Though anger swells.
And darkness stills.
It is his will.
When we can’t make sense.
Of the brokenness and loss that engulfs us like a fence.
It is his will.
That is pushing us to grow.
In devotion to him,
And the blessings he’ll bestow.
It is his will.
That we dream, and dream again.
He’s the Alpha and Omega.
The Beginning and The End.
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
Romans 12:2
Other poetry: Our Stories
My theme for the last few weeks has seemed to focus on our stories. It is so important to gain freedom from telling and owning our stories. I came up with a poem that I would like to share with you all for reflection.
Our Stories.
No, they don’t define us.
Our Stories.
God’s Word Realigns Us.
Our Stories.
Takes Us Back to the Beginning.
Our Stories.
Helps Us Sift through all the Sinning.
Our Stories.
Gives us Depth and Relation.
Our Stories.
We Are God’s Own Priestly Nation.
There are a lot of things involved in integration. The main thing required is taking the bits and pieces of our lives and allowing the pieces of our quilts from our story to be sown together. The poem, “Integration” is my own reflection of the pieces of the quilt that I loss when I either changed churches or loss contact with friends along the way.
Integration
Flashes of the past.
Friendships gone.
New ones last.
Recreating community.
Origination-the trinity
Bonding with sisters and brothers.
Loving strong and caring for others.
Each one of us have a different path to healing. No two paths are alike. However, our commonality lies in the fact that we are all human, we all struggle, and we all have childhood wounds of some sort that need to be worked out in order for us to heal and grow. Healing is a lifelong journey. Just when you think that you have completed this journey, it can be one random thought or song, or one major trauma or death that causes you to revisit certain areas, and then go in at a deeper level. The poem “The Path to Healing” reflects thoughts on my healing journey. God bless!
The Path to Healing
Abandoned?
Not by His love.
Wounded by earthly doves.
Journeying through all the pain.
Dancing in sun and rain.
Forgiving for damage unknown.
Believing the good will be owned.
Entangled by triggers unfounded.
Triangled-The Trinity keeps me grounded.
Sleep is one of those things that we can’t live without. At one time or another, we’ve all had problems sleeping. But what happens when lack of sleep starts to get the best of you? Read the poem below to find out.
I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep!
Do I pray or do I weep?
Let the music play in your head.
Rest in Jesus while in your bed.
This lack of sleep, all part of trauma.
Give him your fears and all your drama.
I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep!
“I know my child.
My grace runs deep.”