Waterfall for #oneshotwednesday

Cascades of liquid resonance,

Washing over solidarity.

Erosion of fury,

Stripping away

The prudential resolve

Of assurance

Pressing

Again, and again,

Into the softness of wanting Earth

In surrender

Union of substance

Fluidity unsubstantial

The pouring of fleshly inclinations

From the soul to the ground

And they find course there

Fleeting moments of fluid touches

Seared into the mind

In absence they exist

Impermeably

Necessary touches

Powerfully brief

Takes away with it

Marrow of soul and sand

Forever altered

By the pounding

Composition decomposing

While men lie watching

The water falling

I feel the most loved when...

This is my first contribution to five minute Friday for The Gypsy Mama's Blog  

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I feel the most loved when …

I feel most loved when my children, with once downy heads wrap me in their arms; it is in that place a Mother knows that love is unconditional. In those moments the memories etch themselves beneath the surface of skin.

When chores are finished and the details of daily life are neatly tucked into the cubbies that hold all our wanderings and we come together and I feel loved. This organic reflection of worship where Jesus reveals himself through the love we lavish on one another, imago dei. Reflecting Jesus in their smiles, their prayers as we deeply love Him and one another.

My breakfast smoothie made with care, morning meds and cup of tea, with no request await me I feel dearly loved. Tending my bedside after surgery, no thought of self, effortless loving, serving as gift, as though it was his honor and not a burden.  It was then I felt most loved, cared for amidst post-op pain peace settling gently upon this thankful wife. The care of a man like God the Father.

Creator's Image

Tonight there are no rules,
just write
clearing the debris of the day from my head
and only have to reach as far as fingertips
I close my eyes and no longer feel the keys,
grasping sky
wind slipping through them
Improvise, 
there are no rules here
only a blank page
open your veins and let flow your DNA
on pages scrawled as with fountain pen
these are the things I cannot say
these are the words no one hears
that i am broken
imperfections crafting mosaic wholeness

slow down
slow down and listen
can you hear it?
silence breaking like glass
panes that separate
reality from the one I live in my head
clarity in the absence of it
like sun, warm on my face
touching skin, translucent
provoking mind, transcendent
Imago Dei

Rest in His Arms

Today I lay myself down committed to the rest and restoration of my body, a horrible earache caused by a virus. So I finally have the opportunity to write. The fragility of human strength is a very fine line we walk. The resilience of the spirit of man I believe is what Jesus meant when rebuking those he asked to pray for him, saying that the spirit is willing but the body is weak. Perhaps the human spirit is the very reflection of God. Today I’m reminded of that fact, the ringing in my ears and the strength rising in my Spirit that take the characteristic of Faith where I once saw despair. I see this revealed in the eyes of my children, my son with gentle kisses, rubs my back, prays for me whispering I love yous in my ear is the best treatment. This, I believe is evidence that we are creatures crafted by the hand of a loving God, able to show his love to a dead and dying world.

I think we forget what rest is, not simply the absence of activity, but the restoration of us entirely. Spiritual rest where the mending begins in the soul is a choice, and it begins in the surrender of oneself into the arms of the Creator. This day I leave nothing undefended in my life. Laying down my foolish pride, I surrender. Receiving care for the soul, the Lord Jesus washing away the muddy gatherings of this world, is a choice. Jesus came not just to save but also tend to, like a good shepherd, the fallible human condition. So I rest in His care, and am reminded that we all need to learn to allow him to care for each of us.

Survival Intrinsic

It used to be that my mind would wonder,

toward days gone dry, in the winter of solace.

Words in my mouth like salt and chocolate

savor strongly of earth and sweat.

From among the thorn emerges the flower,

she said to me, when once I was her child.

Wake my daughter, don’t waste the sun,

spun warm on American skin, child of the melting pot.

Be strong in the face of what they say you’re not.

Rise dear one, greet strong the wind,

no one can hide from, erosion of fury.

It’s in your blood, my love, survival intrinsic.

Absence of fear no human has yet known.

Trembling beloved one, remember,

Brevity in this life,

Breath in moments,

Pulse strong once, will struggle,

There is freedom in breaking,

Life in death,

Legacy in thought,

Craft yours remembrances well.

Release not the hatred that binds you.

Salted skin, weeping we walk

again into the sun.

One tear, beloved,

release for me.

Then turn, stand strong upon this Earth,

face the son, and travel your own journey.

Hidden One

Concealed within the depths of me

Not as hidden as she once was

Kicking, turning, pressing my swollenness

Impatient and hungry

Un-opposingly existent

Visually, emotionally distorted, I am

Aching head, back, heart

Slipping through the fingers of my mind

The blanket of skin I wrapped her in

Love hidden, whispered lullabies

Stretching and tugging at sinewy soul-tethers

Pressing my hips to walk a little stronger

Grow a little older, to exchange wisdom for impulsiveness

She is coming, strong and stubborn

Testing life beyond the boundaries

Worth beyond the birthing pains,

Broken, tattered, hopeful

Drawing strength from that which I relinquished

Gladly would again, my adolescence

Child of my youth,

Daughter of my choice

Walk strong among these days

For you were born to dream

Devotion

Rolling thunderous

Changes the earth like blue tides

Erosion of life

Your words I have read

One hundred times with eyes closed

Etched on my skin

I feel you sometimes

Like breath on flesh void of words

Ebbing like the sea

Sound luring memory

Provoked soul, the element

Of human bonding

Honeyed aroma

Purity of connection

Steeped like spiced black tea

Cardamom on tongue

Like saffron colored silk scarves

Flowing to fill me

Wild, fierce, confused heart

Remember then the solace

Peaceful moments bring

When world weary I

Crawl through this muddied wanting

Reach shores of cleansing

I will sing once more

Rhythmic heart beating faithful

Songs of devotion