BROKEN

This poem was written to give hope to those feeling broken. To praise Jesus for rearranging the pieces and being the glue that holds us together

There is none in life who’ve not
been broken
Shattered, but never beyond
God’s repair
We must break to come into Him
the healer, the Word is spoken
In our attempt to piece back together
His peace does not compare

It’s only from the broken where
the light, in can seep
So beautiful is the scar
that’s been paid
Always beware in wound, is where too
the dark does seek to reap
But now vessel more solid in strength
molded to what God has made

From the shards of discarded
and fractured in soul
Christ is the bind, able to “peace”
the vessel pure in heart
Wounds heal differently beyond transistion
from fragmented pain to whole
Where the broken, were meant to
break from the start

 

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FAITH

Faith, the opposing force of the tangible
Yet the most tangible force of all
Faith, to accept what is the unseen
To know you’re held mid-fall

Faith, brings tears of joy to those in pain
And praise from lips long pursed
Faith, stepped into as God’s armor
In a world the self has cursed

Faith, never meant to remain stagnate
But to grow within each soul
Faith, the opposing force of the tangible
Yet the most tangible force of all

Father, Son and Holy Spirit the Trinity in One

Mark 9:24
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”

For sometime i have believed
In Father, Son and Holy Spirit, the trinity in one
A leap of faith, the spirit led
Where the search had been so long
Never did I question Him from the time i first believed
But oh how i did question self, knowing full well the heart deceived

In that, is where God loves us past the doubts within ourselves
And into his amazing grace where He heals us into soul
Where tears of life in grief and joy, we move beyond the cries of fear
He loves us past the place of self, never captive beyond His call
Praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit for the gift He offers us, each all

THE TRUTH NO LONGER MASKED

 

Psalm 91:4
He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

 

Is it God’s armor or our own mask
Which to choose from
As life’s challenges take us each to task

Desperately we grasp to remedy all our pain
While knowing full well
Choose wisely for the mask of self offers only temporary gain

Habitually/masterfully we claw for application of said mask
Which stretched and distorted
No longer offers the possibility to heal what we ask

God in His love has held us throughout
Waiting patiently He endures
As His self bent child reaches beyond a world of tumultuous doubt

In Him we find the shield of peace
Where His armor reigns supreme
The dark of mask that blinded heart, at last begins to cease

The love He offers through His son
When stepped into by faith
Refuge past the sheer endurance, where often we would run

From ripped and torn with fabric in fray
The truth no longer masked
Man made suffering soaked in grief, we no longer choose to stay

Is it God’s armor or our own mask
Which to choose from
As life’s challenges take us each to task

The bandwagon has left the station

 

 

I keep noticing the bandwagons as they have already left the station.
They’re hard to miss when the hot air of hypocrisy fuels them to roar pitch.

The definition for bandwagon is as follows;
*A wagon used for carrying a band in a parade or procession
*A particular activity or cause that has suddenly become fashionable or popular.

I’m of the opinion that when the “I’m right/you’re wrong” flag is boldly paraded there is always potential that just cause/healing and change get lost in theatrics/ego and chaos. True victims get thrown under the bandwagon bus time and time again. The attempt for real change becomes more about the movement of the bandwagon and not what propelled it from the station in the first place. The bandwagon becomes the mob.

The definition of mob is as follows;
*A large crowd of people, especially one that is disorderly and intent on causing trouble or violence.
*Crowd around (someone) in and unruly or excitable way in order to admire or attack them.

The mob bullies its way past logic and fact, the primary purpose being to divide and concur. I don’t much care for the mob mentality and find it quite disturbing but then again isn’t that the goal? Shouldn’t we question when the encouragement to think, listen or debate is replaced with passive/aggressive, group think, and above all hypocritical behaviors.
While I do realize for sure there is strength in numbers, I so appreciate the courage it takes to stand up and be counted as not part of the crowd. I absolutely believe within each bandwagon hurling it’s way to mob rule is the hurtful attempt to exploit another’s pain and that for some the solution is in making sure there ain’t any.

 

 

 

Fear to FAITH, Survival to LIFE

Matthew 15: 31
Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught Peter. Jesus said, “Your faith is small. Why did you doubt”.

It’s been a year and half since breast cancer surgery. I consider my surgery date my other birthday. From the beginning  I wasn’t just leaning into God through my fears, I had jumped in his arms and prayed with great fervor through many, many tears. Forever grateful am I, this child of His.

I was the energizer bunny during the first year of treatment. I kept on going and going and going and thumping my little drum all along the way. I was sooooo grateful, time was a borrowed gift and I had no more to waste.
I was surrounded by beautiful, wise women who each had their own life’s ordeals to find their way through. I knew the support of others was so needed and had decided from the start to take full advantage of everything  available to me. The local cancer network offered many tools to aid through the treatment process, one of which came in the form of a personal trainer through the YWCA. I’m not a joiner by nature but count me in and I loved working out and laughing with the ladies. It was amazing to witness the ability to stretch our human spirit in order to strengthen physically and emotionally.
As said I was going, going, going until all of a sudden the energy was gone, gone, gone. I got a little depressed when the last 6 month check-up came my way. I had a few things on the happ’s besides the annual mammogram and it was taking a toll. I talked to my friend Janie who explained she thinks we operate on adrenaline while in survival mode. I had not thought of that but it sure made sense. I had hit the adrenaline rush wall, was in a funk and stepped back into fear. But this time it was different, I realized I didn’t want to just survive (because sometimes we don’t). There is the real chance cancer does return and there are those who live with ongoing treatment. Both during cancer and then after cancer we are changed, post trauma issues can come as we try our best to survive our survival. We do have the choice in our ability to survive the trauma, LIVE our lives and not doubt His hand is within our reach. Or live in the fear that tears our joy away as it reminds of our mortality. I choose to LIVE in joy, move through the fears and beyond me to Him.
I continue to pray for the best of medicinal treatments in order to eliminate any cancers from the body.
I continue to pray for more options offered and honored in how best to treat cancer.
I continue to pray we are not debilitated by cancer but through miracle motivated to reach out to those who’ve been there, done that and maybe still are.
I continue to pray for healing of faith where doubt is nothing but a memory stepped on to see closer to His face.5536CC72-F8C3-4684-BE39-2BCD88BB767F Continue reading

With Eyes Wide Shut

 

Matthew 16:24
Then Jesus told His disciples, if anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”

I do not see, because I choose to see not
With eyes wide shut, the soul to rot
My God, my God I cry to thee
As He continues to reach beyond the me
In the attempt for self, I’m brought to my knees
From the broken and battered,the heart best sees
In Him I praise His full embrace
He held me close as I turned my face
Never to leave me in the dark
He shines a light that leaves His mark
I see now, from where compassion grows
It is through His grace that mercy shows
I praise you Father for the gift in sight
And loving me through my own might

 

 

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My RIGHT To Know LIFE

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer me solution, without destroying another
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
When offered the choice to abort me as mother
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not for abuse
Not to be caught in agenda, while fact not disclosed
The remnant of child kept silent, as part of the ruse
Compassion means more, when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Truth be told please, in full disclosure
When does the rhythm of heartbeat on turn?
Objective not lost, lines not a blur, life through creation, forever pure

Guilt into Love in Action

horizonHebrews 12:11
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

Selfish is guilt, when used in the noun
Silently stagnate until in verb form
No movement or action, no motivation beyond
The dark place of shame for some is the norm

Or maybe in self, where justification is rule
We reach out for reason in hopes to deny
Where our failures we choose to fiercely defend
No need to look out from the souls inner eye

Thank God for the peace where repentance is gift
Where guilt moves into action and forgiveness is key
The evolvement of life pushes noun into verb
Life into change, guilt to compassion in Him meant to be

One step forward, two steps back, Prayers in faith, may we never lack

Ephesians 6:13
“Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand”.

One step forward and two steps back
Prayers in faith, may we not ever lack
The path not straight by human eye
But you see past our self-bent cry

Stepping into you, robed in love
Wearing you, in prayer to rise above
When all the world begs us to fall
The beckoning of your love does call

Wrapped in Christ, armored in glory
His perfect walk, the truth in story
Stepping beyond the world at large
In you alone we give full charge

We pray we find in you, our way
When lost mid-step and in dismay
One step forward and two steps back
Prayers in faith, may we not ever lack