What is beauty?
Is it a look?
A style?
A gift?
A look, surely
Style helps
But a gift?
From who?
Beauty is something that resonates through a person.
It is something mysterious, raw, intriguing.
It belongs to even the most broken people.
To the plain in looks,
To the dry in personality.
Because beauty is not a trait, it is not a quality,
It is a gift.
The gift of life, of being individually created.
He knit each part of you together and said, "it is good"
You are beautiful because He created you.
You are beautiful because your heart has been bruised and
broken, but you have not been defeated.
You are beautiful because even when people have not
shown you love, you still loved others completely.
Do you see it?
Do you believe it?
Well even if you don't see it,
or believe it,
You are beautiful.
The Father is enthralled by your beauty.
You are unique, special, chosen, beloved.
The world will try to tell you that you are not beautiful,
you don't measure up.
But there is beauty in your "flaws"
Because they are not flaws at all.
You were perfectly created.
Created to be you.
And you are beautiful.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Perfect
The perfect spot
The best place
I belong completely
There is no longing,
no holes
Just completeness,
fullfillment
The worry subsides
The weight is lifted
I am at peace
There is no doubt,
no guilt
Just confidence,
understanding
The world slips away
and it is just you
Overwhelming me with
your love
The best place
I belong completely
There is no longing,
no holes
Just completeness,
fullfillment
The worry subsides
The weight is lifted
I am at peace
There is no doubt,
no guilt
Just confidence,
understanding
The world slips away
and it is just you
Overwhelming me with
your love
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Seeing
The quiet stillness starts to fade
as creation prepares for a new day.
Frost and dew still cling to
grass and flowers,
ready to melt away with the coming light.
As the sun starts to rise,
the mountains sing and dance
with color and warmth.
The dark blanket of night is pulled back
to reveal the beautiful canvas
of the morning sky.
Birds chirp with delight,
announcing that the new day has arrived.
Life of the new day starts to
rise out of the precious rest
that had come with the night.
Awakening to the realities of obligations,
the rest that was gained
slowly slips away.
The beauty of the trees,
the mountains goes unnoticed.
Their songs fall on deaf ears,
their dances on blind eyes.
But they continue to dance and sing
in hope that they will be seen, heard.
Then it happens,
a sliver of time when we stop,
we look, we see.
We see the dance and
we hear the song.
Like an infant we are in awe,
seeing for the first time.
our eyes open to the beauty that surrounds us.
For that one moment
the obligations slip away.
For that one moment
we see beyond ourselves.
A smile spreads across our faces,
pure laughter rises
out of the core of our being.
Our eyes dance with delight
and we long to play,
to dance, to sing
just as the mountains and birds do.
We long for freedom from the
obligation of life,
to live in a place of constant joy.
So we linger watching creation play,
hoping that next time the moment will last longer,
the joy will remain constant.
And slowly we become blind to the dance,
deaf to the song.
Once again consumed with our obligations.
Creation continues to dance,
sing and play.
Awaiting the next time when it can help
usher in pure joy to those
the choose to see and to hear.
as creation prepares for a new day.
Frost and dew still cling to
grass and flowers,
ready to melt away with the coming light.
As the sun starts to rise,
the mountains sing and dance
with color and warmth.
The dark blanket of night is pulled back
to reveal the beautiful canvas
of the morning sky.
Birds chirp with delight,
announcing that the new day has arrived.
Life of the new day starts to
rise out of the precious rest
that had come with the night.
Awakening to the realities of obligations,
the rest that was gained
slowly slips away.
The beauty of the trees,
the mountains goes unnoticed.
Their songs fall on deaf ears,
their dances on blind eyes.
But they continue to dance and sing
in hope that they will be seen, heard.
Then it happens,
a sliver of time when we stop,
we look, we see.
We see the dance and
we hear the song.
Like an infant we are in awe,
seeing for the first time.
our eyes open to the beauty that surrounds us.
For that one moment
the obligations slip away.
For that one moment
we see beyond ourselves.
A smile spreads across our faces,
pure laughter rises
out of the core of our being.
Our eyes dance with delight
and we long to play,
to dance, to sing
just as the mountains and birds do.
We long for freedom from the
obligation of life,
to live in a place of constant joy.
So we linger watching creation play,
hoping that next time the moment will last longer,
the joy will remain constant.
And slowly we become blind to the dance,
deaf to the song.
Once again consumed with our obligations.
Creation continues to dance,
sing and play.
Awaiting the next time when it can help
usher in pure joy to those
the choose to see and to hear.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I am yours
No one can quantify or
describe the glory that resonates from You.
You are the essence of
perfection and beauty.
Creator of the earth,
You are called holy, worthy.
With the whisper of your voice
mountains bow, the earth shakes.
There is none above You,
no power compares.
Your love consumes darkness,
piercing light encompassing everything.
Nothing is out of your reach,
Your kingdom is vast.
Victory belongs to you,
with no trace of defeat.
You are the highest King,
the most tender lover.
You are the most righteous judge,
the fiercest warrior.
You are mine, and I will forever
belong to You.
describe the glory that resonates from You.
You are the essence of
perfection and beauty.
Creator of the earth,
You are called holy, worthy.
With the whisper of your voice
mountains bow, the earth shakes.
There is none above You,
no power compares.
Your love consumes darkness,
piercing light encompassing everything.
Nothing is out of your reach,
Your kingdom is vast.
Victory belongs to you,
with no trace of defeat.
You are the highest King,
the most tender lover.
You are the most righteous judge,
the fiercest warrior.
You are mine, and I will forever
belong to You.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Desperation
Desperation consumes our hearts,
Our spirits cry out for your touch.
Please Jesus hear our cry.
Our faith is strong, our will persistent.
We will not falter,
We will not quit.
You have shown us that you work miracles
And we are asking for more.
You filled us with your love,
And we are asking you to fill us again.
We know that you are listening,
And we know that you want to heal, to restore.
So God come, please come.
Saturate us in your presence,
Wipe away the confusion, the pain.
Consume us with your peace, and comfort.
Our faith rests in you,
It can not and will not be shaken.
We trust you Lord completely,
So help us to understand your ways.
Lead us where we need to go,
Give us words to speak.
We surrender ourselves to you,
We humbly lie at your feet.
God rescue your children,
Shelter us from the storm.
Let your power overcome,
We will see your victory.
Our spirits cry out for your touch.
Please Jesus hear our cry.
Our faith is strong, our will persistent.
We will not falter,
We will not quit.
You have shown us that you work miracles
And we are asking for more.
You filled us with your love,
And we are asking you to fill us again.
We know that you are listening,
And we know that you want to heal, to restore.
So God come, please come.
Saturate us in your presence,
Wipe away the confusion, the pain.
Consume us with your peace, and comfort.
Our faith rests in you,
It can not and will not be shaken.
We trust you Lord completely,
So help us to understand your ways.
Lead us where we need to go,
Give us words to speak.
We surrender ourselves to you,
We humbly lie at your feet.
God rescue your children,
Shelter us from the storm.
Let your power overcome,
We will see your victory.
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Path
I follow a path, where it leads I'm unsure.
It is unlike any other path in existence,
unique in makeup and destination.
My own path that stretches out before me,
guiding my next steps.
For so long it was broken and winding,
but now it is straight and secure.
For so long i stumbled, i fell,
but now you draw near and help me with every step.
The path is straight, but it is not without difficulty.
There are snares of disappointment,
crumbling walls of bitterness.
All waiting to entrap me
and cause me to doubt and change my path.
Like predators awaiting weakness in prey,
they lay dormant until the opportune moment to strike.
At times they win and i am consumed with strangling darkness,
my very being trapped in the snares so carefully plotted.
But there is also a presence surrounding me
that the snares of darkness cannot compete with.
I see you everywhere along my path,
smiling at me and extending a hand.
When i cannot see you I still know that you are present,
i feel you in every part of who I am.
I hear you as a whisper in the silence,
as a tender song on the wind,
a gentle laughter in the depths of the darkness.
And before i am completely consumed,
you come as a powerful, rushing wave,
pushing back the darkness,
releasing me from the snare, helping me climb the wall.
Conquering all that is along the path
I am able to follow trusting and relying on you.
You walk with me along the path,
holding my hand,
laughing and dancing with me.
Romancing, teaching and strengthening me.
You are my beloved, my savior, my king.
You speak tenderly to me in the light of morning,
calling me lovely, chosen.
All through the day you pursue me,
singing love songs over me.
So I will respond to your love,
bringing all that i have to your feet.
Thank you that you never leave the path,
Thank you that you love me.
It is unlike any other path in existence,
unique in makeup and destination.
My own path that stretches out before me,
guiding my next steps.
For so long it was broken and winding,
but now it is straight and secure.
For so long i stumbled, i fell,
but now you draw near and help me with every step.
The path is straight, but it is not without difficulty.
There are snares of disappointment,
crumbling walls of bitterness.
All waiting to entrap me
and cause me to doubt and change my path.
Like predators awaiting weakness in prey,
they lay dormant until the opportune moment to strike.
At times they win and i am consumed with strangling darkness,
my very being trapped in the snares so carefully plotted.
But there is also a presence surrounding me
that the snares of darkness cannot compete with.
I see you everywhere along my path,
smiling at me and extending a hand.
When i cannot see you I still know that you are present,
i feel you in every part of who I am.
I hear you as a whisper in the silence,
as a tender song on the wind,
a gentle laughter in the depths of the darkness.
And before i am completely consumed,
you come as a powerful, rushing wave,
pushing back the darkness,
releasing me from the snare, helping me climb the wall.
Conquering all that is along the path
I am able to follow trusting and relying on you.
You walk with me along the path,
holding my hand,
laughing and dancing with me.
Romancing, teaching and strengthening me.
You are my beloved, my savior, my king.
You speak tenderly to me in the light of morning,
calling me lovely, chosen.
All through the day you pursue me,
singing love songs over me.
So I will respond to your love,
bringing all that i have to your feet.
Thank you that you never leave the path,
Thank you that you love me.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Unrelenting Worship
From the deepest ocean to the tallest mountain,
creation displays Your glory.
Every rock, tree and flower praising Your name.
Each intricate piece of Your tapestry creating its own song,
its own expression of love.
In the morning there is worship for the new day.
Each night praise for living another day
in the presence of the creator.
And in the midst of it all,
there is praise for the life that has been given.
Unrelenting worship.
Never ending praise.
Creation is in existence for one purpose;
To praise the one who created.
So let us be like the trees and flowers.
Praising our creator day and night.
In the morning for a new day.
Each night for living another day in His presence.
And in the midst of it all,
for the life that has been given.
Unrelenting worship.
Never ending praise.
creation displays Your glory.
Every rock, tree and flower praising Your name.
Each intricate piece of Your tapestry creating its own song,
its own expression of love.
In the morning there is worship for the new day.
Each night praise for living another day
in the presence of the creator.
And in the midst of it all,
there is praise for the life that has been given.
Unrelenting worship.
Never ending praise.
Creation is in existence for one purpose;
To praise the one who created.
So let us be like the trees and flowers.
Praising our creator day and night.
In the morning for a new day.
Each night for living another day in His presence.
And in the midst of it all,
for the life that has been given.
Unrelenting worship.
Never ending praise.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Make us a people
Make us an uncalloused people
Make uspeople expecting change
Make us people that have a broken heart for our world
People that do not settle for sarving children, for disease
Make us a people eager to speak your name,
shout your praise
People that take back what the enemy has stolen
Make us a people that stand firm
People that do not settle for a broken world, but plead
for a world restored to God
Make us a people saturated in your presence
People that live in brokenness and vow to be second
Make us a people that will not be quiet
People with unrelenting prayer
People willing to stand in the gap, to indtercede
Make us a people bold in our inheritance
People that pray with authority, expectant for change
Make us a people that romance our bridegroom
People that live in intimacy, dwell in passion
Make us a people
A people that please you
A people that you delight in
Make us a people surrendered to you
Make uspeople expecting change
Make us people that have a broken heart for our world
People that do not settle for sarving children, for disease
Make us a people eager to speak your name,
shout your praise
People that take back what the enemy has stolen
Make us a people that stand firm
People that do not settle for a broken world, but plead
for a world restored to God
Make us a people saturated in your presence
People that live in brokenness and vow to be second
Make us a people that will not be quiet
People with unrelenting prayer
People willing to stand in the gap, to indtercede
Make us a people bold in our inheritance
People that pray with authority, expectant for change
Make us a people that romance our bridegroom
People that live in intimacy, dwell in passion
Make us a people
A people that please you
A people that you delight in
Make us a people surrendered to you
Wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
With your sweet fragrance
Wash over me
With your healing touch
Wash over me
With your gentle presence
Come and wash over me
Jesus you are
You are
That's it
All encompassing
There are no words
No actions
That could display my thankfulness
My awe
and my desire for your intimacy
So from the utterance of my spirit I beckon you
to come and dwell with me
Wash over me
Wash over me
With your mighty power
Wash over me
With your indescribably beauty
Wash over me
With your perfect intimacy
Wash over me
Come and wash over me
Wash over me
With your sweet fragrance
Wash over me
With your healing touch
Wash over me
With your gentle presence
Come and wash over me
Jesus you are
You are
That's it
All encompassing
There are no words
No actions
That could display my thankfulness
My awe
and my desire for your intimacy
So from the utterance of my spirit I beckon you
to come and dwell with me
Wash over me
Wash over me
With your mighty power
Wash over me
With your indescribably beauty
Wash over me
With your perfect intimacy
Wash over me
Come and wash over me
The cattepillar (12/15)
A simple existence,
A comfortable life.
She crawls around thinking that life is perfect and that she is doing what is right.
She knows that she is safe and protected by the gardener while she basks in the sun
without a care in the world.
She knows that there is a change coming, something that she can not explain.
She pushes these thoughts away and dreams on in the sun.
And then it happened.
She started to change, to become trapped, tangled, stuck in a shell.
A hard, dark place where she could not see the sun, where there was no warmth.
"Why is this happening?"
"What will i do?"
His voice cut through the shell and whispered to her.
"I am near, you are being changed."
She was so afraid, but knew the gardener was close by to keep her safe.
So she waited,
and she waited,
alone in the dark, cold shell, clinging to the words He spoke over her.
Just when she could bear the dark place no longer He spoke again.
"It's time to come out of the dark and into the light. I have renewed you."
She was afraid to try to leave the shell, but she wiggled and pushed as much as she could against the side of the shell.
It was so painful she thought she might never see the light again.
She cried out for help and there was no answer.
She pleaded for freedom and it was met with silence.
Then all at once she was broken free.
Her dark shell started to break away.
She saw the light, felt the warmth against her body.
Then she remembered what He had said to her,
"...I have renewed you."
She looked and saw that her old body was gone and it was replaced with a delicate, beautiful, new body.
She now had wings to fly.
To fly through the sky soaking up all the warmth of the sun.
The gardener was close by looking on the newly formed butterfly with compassion,
pleased with his renewed creation.
A comfortable life.
She crawls around thinking that life is perfect and that she is doing what is right.
She knows that she is safe and protected by the gardener while she basks in the sun
without a care in the world.
She knows that there is a change coming, something that she can not explain.
She pushes these thoughts away and dreams on in the sun.
And then it happened.
She started to change, to become trapped, tangled, stuck in a shell.
A hard, dark place where she could not see the sun, where there was no warmth.
"Why is this happening?"
"What will i do?"
His voice cut through the shell and whispered to her.
"I am near, you are being changed."
She was so afraid, but knew the gardener was close by to keep her safe.
So she waited,
and she waited,
alone in the dark, cold shell, clinging to the words He spoke over her.
Just when she could bear the dark place no longer He spoke again.
"It's time to come out of the dark and into the light. I have renewed you."
She was afraid to try to leave the shell, but she wiggled and pushed as much as she could against the side of the shell.
It was so painful she thought she might never see the light again.
She cried out for help and there was no answer.
She pleaded for freedom and it was met with silence.
Then all at once she was broken free.
Her dark shell started to break away.
She saw the light, felt the warmth against her body.
Then she remembered what He had said to her,
"...I have renewed you."
She looked and saw that her old body was gone and it was replaced with a delicate, beautiful, new body.
She now had wings to fly.
To fly through the sky soaking up all the warmth of the sun.
The gardener was close by looking on the newly formed butterfly with compassion,
pleased with his renewed creation.
The Meadow (12/13)
I can see You in the meadow,
see you among the dew that is dancing playfully on the tips of the grasses, the leaves.
Your arms are outstretched awaiting an embrace.
Those arms so full of love and acceptance.
But I falter, I do not move.
I want to dance today but i'm so confused.
The distance between us is filled with my confusion.
Deep reds, grays, and blues, circle in the air.
What has happened?
Is it true that i barely know you?
My words break the silence like shattering glass.
You look at me with complete understanding in your eyes and I know you want me to change.
But i'm unmoved.
But what about my plan? My life? I like what i have.
Still you wait.
Again shattering glass.
The tears start streaming down my face and collect in a little pool at my feet.
I look towards you and realize that you are crying too.
Do you really feel my pain?
Do you really know how much it hurts?
The kind of hurt that torments the very core of your being and leaves a gaping hole in the midst of your heart.
At first i don't hear you because i only have ears to hear myself, but then i hear it,
a soft,clear, beautiful whisper.
"Remember my son."
The words hang in the air among the colors of confusion,
waiting to be understood.
I don't move, don't speak, just let the tears fall.
I let the emotion wash over me like a tidal wave, engulfing every part of me.
Then i realize that it's not just my tears that are collecting in the pool,
Yours are there too.
I look up to see you right beside me.
Holding my hand and crying with me.
The colors of confusion drift away
and all that remains are the words of love that you say to me.
They are everywhere, all across the meadow, encircling my body, whispering in the wind, everywhere.
So you do love me.
Your eyes are smiling now and again you are standing with your arms outstretched
and you understand.
Again you smile.
"Remember my son."
see you among the dew that is dancing playfully on the tips of the grasses, the leaves.
Your arms are outstretched awaiting an embrace.
Those arms so full of love and acceptance.
But I falter, I do not move.
I want to dance today but i'm so confused.
The distance between us is filled with my confusion.
Deep reds, grays, and blues, circle in the air.
What has happened?
Is it true that i barely know you?
My words break the silence like shattering glass.
You look at me with complete understanding in your eyes and I know you want me to change.
But i'm unmoved.
But what about my plan? My life? I like what i have.
Still you wait.
Again shattering glass.
The tears start streaming down my face and collect in a little pool at my feet.
I look towards you and realize that you are crying too.
Do you really feel my pain?
Do you really know how much it hurts?
The kind of hurt that torments the very core of your being and leaves a gaping hole in the midst of your heart.
At first i don't hear you because i only have ears to hear myself, but then i hear it,
a soft,clear, beautiful whisper.
"Remember my son."
The words hang in the air among the colors of confusion,
waiting to be understood.
I don't move, don't speak, just let the tears fall.
I let the emotion wash over me like a tidal wave, engulfing every part of me.
Then i realize that it's not just my tears that are collecting in the pool,
Yours are there too.
I look up to see you right beside me.
Holding my hand and crying with me.
The colors of confusion drift away
and all that remains are the words of love that you say to me.
They are everywhere, all across the meadow, encircling my body, whispering in the wind, everywhere.
So you do love me.
Your eyes are smiling now and again you are standing with your arms outstretched
and you understand.
Again you smile.
"Remember my son."
Hollow (11/17)
The sense of feeling bruised and broken sometimes is too much for one mind and one heart to endure. Sometimes it's hard for me to see that we do have a loving God that has it all in his hands. I search and search for what is good and expect to find these cataclysmic findings or for my problems, the bad stuff to just disappear. And then I realize that our existence, our lives, our world is a hollow place. A hollow, dark, empty space. This place where there is no light and no happiness. That is if it is an existence, a life, a world without God. God comes in and makes the hollow places whole, the pointless existence into a beautifully written song that we play out our whole lives, a life that is worth more to Him than we could ever imagine, and a world that He is desperately trying to take back. He tries to take it back not for power, but because he is a king that is hopelessly in love, a father who wants to be near his children. So in those times when we can see nothing but the cloud of depression and darkness, we have only to fall to our face and find the feet or our father who can bring us out of the darkness into his light. And then we will see him in the simple things….the flower with dew on its petals, the snowflake delicately resting on our sleeve and you see that the God you serve is beautiful, complex and cares more than our simple human hearts could ever handle.
Here I stand (from 10/14)
Here I stand
Stand in awe of you.
Where is our divine romance?
Being pulled in two directions,
Lord i know you're the better of the two,
but instead i choose the other.
Fighting the battle to overcome the world,
My heart grows weary
and my mind tired.
To get back to you Lord
the road is clear,
but my eyes are blinded.
So i stumble and fall,
being caught by your outstretched hand
just before i hit the ground.
How many times Lord?
How many times will I fall,
lose sight of the road,
before I give myself over completely.
Wait for me.
I will come,
come stumbling and falling,
bruised and broken,
doing my best to follow your road
and continue to hold onto your outstretched hand.
Wait for me
i'm coming.
Be patient
i'm seeking.
Be loving
because I am broken.
Wait for me
i'm learning.
Be powerful
i'm weak.
Be gracious
because I have strayed.
Wait for me.
Here I stand.
Stand in awe of you.
Where is our divine romance?
Being pulled in two directions,
Lord i know you're the better of the two,
but instead i choose the other.
Fighting the battle to overcome the world,
My heart grows weary
and my mind tired.
To get back to you Lord
the road is clear,
but my eyes are blinded.
So i stumble and fall,
being caught by your outstretched hand
just before i hit the ground.
How many times Lord?
How many times will I fall,
lose sight of the road,
before I give myself over completely.
Wait for me.
I will come,
come stumbling and falling,
bruised and broken,
doing my best to follow your road
and continue to hold onto your outstretched hand.
Wait for me
i'm coming.
Be patient
i'm seeking.
Be loving
because I am broken.
Wait for me
i'm learning.
Be powerful
i'm weak.
Be gracious
because I have strayed.
Wait for me.
Here I stand.
Begginnings
I created a blog because i write some poetry, poetry that is a response to the love that God has for me. They are not perfect in rhyme or grammer because they haven't been changed from the moment that they were written. I hope you enjoy and gain understanding of my journey with God and maybe it will even open a new door in yours.
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