Sunday, June 10, 2012

I Am Lovely


Arms high, I am twisting and turning in my kitchen, doing this grace-filled silly song, tension escaping from my fingertips and the first fruits of freedom lifting my limbs into place seeking life in the land of the living kind of dance. I am a grey hair and a new wrinkle shy of this coming fifty-two, and I am wriggling in my kitchen, a balletic grammie-dance for a grand-boy who knows only the joy and laughter of a twist and a giggle, and grammie’s awkward steps are lovely.

I
 Am
 lovely.

 He runs to me and I snap him up in my arms and hold him tight to my heart, and know that he is medicine, God-graced serum infused with hope for the future, and healing for my broken past. He lays his head on my shoulder and we dance, sweet and soft to praise songs and monkeys who are no longer granted permission to jump on beds. But we hug, and we praise, and we jump, and beds in my home are once again messy.

He knows me, as my Savior knows me; fresh and clean. No past tattered life stained mess. Just the purity of love held in eyes wide blue.

And I can earth dance heaven strains with hands made to shirk these chains meant to dig scars into wrists no longer bound. I am Grammie brave dancer with this boy so grand, and I whisper words of faith in his ears, and trust My God Ever So Faithful with his very life, and look to the future where he will stand and dance a freedom dance all his own.


Life Laundered


I can write

yet

Only You can
     protect me from the depth
                               of my
sin.

Only You can

wash
it
pure
     lifting the dark stains
black
and
ground
through
     from the weave
                                of my
life.

Only You can

mix
red
     with miry blackness
finding
fibers
     son-bleached new.

Only You.

I can write
     ink-black words woven
     on linen fresh
 blood-bleached clean
 testimonial



Thursday, April 19, 2012

Essence of the Chemist

a
storm
su
b
si
de
s
in
my
heart
and
i
th
i
nk
my
tears
are
tr
a
mpl
e
d underfoot
                 but
n
o they are
                 caught up to the clouds
nest
le
d
precious
            i
            n     His bottle crystal
perfume
            released fra
                           gr
                            a
                           nt
salve to he
              a
              l
wounds
          w             of
          e               t
          essence    h
          t                e

                       Chemist.


                   




Monday, November 21, 2011

An Acquired Patina


The years
               have
rough run over me
face bowed bent knee
earth bound
               corners ruffled
binding loose       am i
a papyrus seeker
                ink  thirsty
creative word      hungry
search for      sustenance


fill my pages
                wrinkled rough
read hard  tear washed
passionate
                purpose


       patina acquired








Patina~ The surface appearance of an object grown
                               Beautiful
                     especially with age or time.                           


                                                        







In Praise of the Map Maker

in
your
paths
only
I
seek
to
walk
timid
toe
tender
heel
in
prints
of 
foot
that
life
reveal
in
this
light
only
I
seek
and 
find
roads
made 
mine
this
map
divine.






Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a lamp unto my path.
Psalm 119:105

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

In This Family


In
this family
                we love listen
and action-speak it to life.
In this
 Family
we see one another through
                faith-colored glasses
then inspire with hug-words
                and love-verbs.
In this family we live value
                I dream your
dream  in this
                                Family
as you have become
                  my dream
In this family.






Saturday, November 12, 2011

Give Me.



Give me
this
a gratitude heart bursting dancing leaps
arms stretched twirls
Give me
eyes to see pure little girl seeking freedom
sighs so heavy released relenting 
now
smiles light luminous
her am I little girl long loved
the daughter wandering
now
hunger gone
sweet sensation raspberry red
am I
I am
Beloved
my Lover soft said


Redeemed.

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