Where there's smoke there's fire, Poetic Bloomings

 

Aflame

 

Gossip, rumors, scandals, lies.

I guess it should come as no surprise,

With all the smoke there is a fire.

And as the flames grow higher, higher,

No one can agree on what is burning,

As to ashes, the world is turning.

Prophetic Prayer

 

Walk With Me

 

Lay your head on my shoulder,

as I kiss you on the top of your head,

hold your hand,

and smile on you.

 

I tilt your head up,

look into your eyes,

and say, “My child, I love you.

All that I think, say and do

shows my love for you.”

 

I squeeze your hand

And say, Walk with me.

Let us partner together.

Let’s take it a day at a time,

a moment at a time.

 

Don’t get ahead of yourself

Don’t get ahead of Me.

But let us walk hand in hand.

Moment by moment.

Yes, My favor is upon you.

 

It won’t be long, little one.

The time will go in a flash.

Then you’ll be with Me.

But for now, walk with Me.

Moment by moment.

Hand in hand.

Step by step.

 

 

 

 

 

Devotion

 

Hidden Glory

 

I think about how John,

so comfortable with Jesus

laid his head on His breast.

But when he met the resurrected Christ

he “fell at his feet as though dead.”

All that deity and glory

had been wrapped up

and hidden in a human body

to carry out His love for people.

Panic, Poetic Asides

 

Panic

 

Panic seems so far away,

Now, that I’m in the comfort of my home

Without the lost passport, missed planes,

And hospital beeps.

 

In the stillness of the morning

Having my quiet time with Jesus

Who brings the calm and peace

And I wonder how I ever get so close to panic.

 

It’s like when you’re hot

And can’t remember what it’s like to be cold.

Or when you’re cold

And can’t imagine sweating in the sun.

 

I know that panic isn’t as far away as it seems.

It may be just around the corner.

That’s why the Word says

To set your mind on things above.

Cool Poetic Bloomings

 

Cool

 

Ninety-five degrees

I did not pack shorts for Wales

But it was still cool

Extra Trip Poem

 

 

Urquhart Castle

 

From a high level 

in Urquhart Castle,

I tried to imagine

what it would be like

to look out over

the silvery Loch Ness

under the pale blue sky

and fluffy white clouds

back in the 1200’s.

 

How grand it was!

After centuries,

of English and Scottish powers

fighting over it,

 in the late 1600’s,

the government forces blew it up

to keep it out of the hands

of the Jacobites.

 

Now, thousands of tourists

explore the ruins,

click photos

and joke about

catching sight of Nessie.

A first day of summer

inspiring imaginative dreams.

Silence of the night, Poetic Bloomings

 

Urquhart Castle, Scotland

 

The Urquhart Castle on a hill,

Solemnly bordering Loch Ness.

If after tourists were all gone,

I imagine, I must confess.

 

If I were there all by myself

On a shadowy, moonlit night,

Would my mind be calm and peaceful,

Or filled with nervousness and fright?

 

And would I swim out in the lake,

Where’s said a monster is about?

I’d like to think myself as brave,

but I’m glad I need not find out.