A Holy God enters the cursed,
The King abandons His throne.
The Creator becomes the created,
Elohim with flesh and bone. (more…)
poetry
The God of Water
Water, like a wild Love that’s constrained
By dams of fear and levees of hate,
Builds a fierce current, black and white and jealous.
Until it overtakes its boundaries, and levels everything in its path.
Welcome
Each week, we write for five minutes, freely, on a one-word prompt. We write quickly, then post, a flash-mob linking together at Kate Motaung’s site. It’s fun!
This week’s prompt: WELCOME
His enemies tried to trap Him.
His hometown people turned their backs.
His family kept their distance, Continue reading
The Woman in Tears
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Well, you wonder why I always choke up and cry
At the scene with Mary holding the baby sent to die,
And why do my tears seem to be more than usual ones?
‘Cause mothers were never meant to lose their daughters or sons.
I cry for the mothers in all the stories I read,
For the confused, fearful, ill-prepared ones like me.
I cry for the ones who’ve been given more than they can hold,
But are bearing it anyway, gripping; pretending to control.
A Proverbs 31 Christmas
An excellent holiday woman who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her family counts on her;
they will lack nothing from their wish lists.
She does them fancy, and not plain…
all the days of the season.
She seeks stylish matching Christmas outfits
and never pays full retail. Continue reading
This Moment in Time
This moment in time, this passing sand,
Falling through narrow glass,
Is a chance for rebirth, for starting afresh.
For this sand is tomorrow’s past. Continue reading
Finish
Each week, we write for five minutes, freely, on a one-word prompt. No time for much planning or revising. We write quickly, then post, linking together at LisaJo’s site
This week’s prompt: FINISH.
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The Finish Line’s stretched thin.
Tightly strung, with tension within.
The runners strain and push hard,
Reaching out, and hoping to win. Continue reading
Three Clocks
On a shelf in my soul sits a wooden hourglass,Where sands no longer run.The top bell is empty; the bottom is still,Reminding me of His work that’s been done.Resting, quiet, and peaceful,This timepiece no longer enslaves.The war is over, and victory is wonThrough an empty cross and grave.
Empty
Empty was the space in darkness.Not a light, ocean, nor wood.With just a word He mead it all happen,Declaring with joy that it was good.
Empty were the promises whisperedBy a serpent in a tree.Man and Woman fell from glory;But God had plans for death’s defeat.
The Upside-Down Kingdom
I want to have it all, to live a life full
With world’s best things in my hand.
But something’s not right; things seem askew.
I don’t feel at home in this land.
I want to be happy, so I do what seems best,
And I clutch tightly the things that I earn.
But in releasing my grip and giving away,
He gives lasting Joy in return. Continue reading
Stooping For Manna 
