a 10th day poem
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? So I took a little break and drew ten little words (technically eleven for the third line) from my word magnet box. I played with them until I came up with this to celebrate the tenth day of the month. And that’s all I’ve got. Stilled by your prayers. I’m feeling much, much better. Sandy
still saturday: delivered
Deliver. I’ve been thinking about this word all week. How He delivered Himself to us wrapped low to wrap us up in love, how He delivered Himself over to deliver us from darkness and death into light and life so we could deliver ourselves for Him, to be light to deliver others into the light to be delivered. Have I told you lately, friends, how grateful I am for you? For how you’ve embraced this community. For how you quiet me? For how you point me to the One who delivers us daily? So much love to you, for you. Stilled, Sandy Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join...
be still to be–be loved
be still, hidden in the pocket of this present moment and know the love that calms all chaos. be still for the beauty of the be is that you know that you are known and loved just as you are. be loved still. In the stillness, Sandy Linking with Bonnie as we explore the question: “How is God calling you to be the...
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 23: When I Consider How My Life’s Been Spent
A couple years ago, I participated in a Random Act of Poetry for The High Calling where we were asked to select a poem that had an impact on us–and then write a poem about it. I chose this poem by Milton. When I Consider How My Light is Spent When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide. “Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?” I fondly ask, but patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need Either man’s work, or his own gifts, who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him base: his state Is kingly; thousands at his...
How Can I Live? (One More Book Spine Poem)
How can I live as silver refined? Lord, I want to know you in your Word that’s sweeter than chocolate. So I’m sitting at the feet of Rabbi Jesus, walking in the dust of Rabbi Jesus, harvesting fog inside out. I’m finding a spiritual rhythm, soaking in this crazy love, developing a praying life, and learning to tell it slant. Because the soul tells a story– the story of God, the story of us and I find the joy of writing in writing for the...
Behold the Dawn After All – A Book Spine Poem
Behold the dawn a sound among the trees through open windows. Hear the applause of heaven in a syllable of water. God is closer than you think, and there is gaining through losing with absolute surrender. Abba’s child is walking on water in the eye of the storm traveling light fearless walking sacred pathways bringing one thousand gifts and the rest of God to stained glass hearts with an everlasting love. For to love is Christ after all. Behold the dawn. Offering this spiney poem for Tweetspeak’s August Rain...
Melting Moments
Mounds of blueberry fluff float in a cotton candy sky kiss embrace become one and spill over into swirling tongues that lick the horizon in melting moments. Raised from the...
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