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Gentle Force

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Gentle force.

Love shows directions,
but my feet weakly stumble.
The bird shows the way,
if only I would follow him.
Light shows the path,
but my eyes are searching for another.
At the crossroad of life,
I wonder when I lost my way,
and ignoring the signals,
my soul loses its destination.

Love shows directions,
in the lost signals.
The bird waits for its time.
The light waits for its cue.

When I least expect it,
wings of light touch me,
pushing me in the right direction.
When I least expect it,
Your light opens my eyes,
to see the signs in front of me.
When I least expect it,
You plant a seed deep in my heart,
growing me in Your light.  

Directions are found,
in the signs of love,
where it guides you,
with gentle force. 

 

Every word!

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Every word

Effortless are the words, I write.
Like oxygen that bubbles to the surface,
ready to be released to the world,
Your words are nestled in my heart,
like young birds ready to fly out.

Closing my eyes, I listen.
I hear Your voice in the wind,
in the birds in the air,
in the many faces I connect with.
I listen to Your voice,
wherever I go.

My pen is my only companion.
Without paper I cannot leave the house.
I write with my heart.
I write from the soul.
The words from You, Father,
have become my own.

Poem after poem,
letter after letter,
word after word.
I connect with You.
I learn from You.
I remember You.

Effortless are the words, I write.
The oxygen that fills my heart,
bursts out into the world.
The power is not my own,
I cannot take credit for the words.
All I can do is write them down.

I breathe Your words,
and with love I release it like a dove,
into a world who needs You.

Let Your words touch the hearts,
open the hearts for Your love,
pour out Your generous mercy,
so Your light will attract the faces,
of all of Your children.

Father, I am Your daughter,
seeking Your children.
And for every heart I find,
I write,
every word.

 

 

Truth is Freedom

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Truth is Freedom

Questions ask Questions,
through the answers multiplied.
Answers calm the soul,
but only for a little while.
The answers we want to hear,
lead us walking in circles,
endlessly.

Where the truth shines his light,
human eyes are blinded by its brightness,
but if we dare to open our heart,
the truth will set us free.

Truth answers questions.
Peace calms the soul.
The two are undeniably connected,
for truth and peace give acceptance,
and broken circles give a narrow road,
until we learn how to walk in truth.

Questions ask questions.
Answers question itself.
But the truth is a rock,
steadfast and unshakable,
where we can lean on in times of trial.
The truth is the Light that sets our mind free.
Eternal freedom that sets us in the Light.

Truth is freedom for the soul!

 

 

Let me be

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Let me be

Give me peace, Lord,
give me peace!
Let me be,
let me stay.
Love and embrace,
the creation of Your hand!

Let me be,
simply me,
both for You,
and for me.
Let me be,
Let me be Yours!

Let me be,
happy in me,
poor and free,
let me be,
me in You,
and You in me,
Let me be,
Always Yours!

Give me love, Lord,
give me love,
both for You,
and those around me,
Let me love,
Just like You,
Let me be,
Simply me,
Let me be love!

 

Caught up in the threads

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Caught up in the threads

The basket filled with spools of thread,
shows nothing but an unkept disarray.
Where the cats have lost their interest,
the sewing box is catching dust instead,
and the knitting needles lost their purpose.

In the never-ending threads and knots,
my mind is losing track and wanders off,
to thick wooded forests and mazes,
until I find my way back unnoticed,
and I continue my search through the mess.

Will the end ever be in sight, I ask myself?
Or is the ending only the beginning,
and the beginning the chaos of something new.
Where the chaos is a never-ending circle,
and the circle the centre of the same basket?

Philosophical unstoppable roads.
I wonder when the traffic signs,
will finally show me the way.
Maybe I should seek my glasses first,
in the basket with divine notes.

But  if I had listened or noticed Your hands,
I would know that confused minds,
never solve the problems they began.
But with my heart caught up in the threads,
I missed the clean state of my basket.
And now I can start all over again!

 

Early Autumn

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Early Autumn

The chestnuts fall wherever they want.
Acorns lose their hats in the process.
The maple collects its juice for the next harvest.
A squirrel hides his food in the grand old oak.
Unshakable is the tree that bears her fruit.

The cinnamon apples spread their warm perfume.
Sweet is the scent that melts my heart.
The autumn sky embraces the strong cold winds,
but the fire in the hearth keeps me warm.

When the honey sweetens the hot liquid,
the words of my heart are kind.
Now the green leaves fall down,
and in the raked pile I make snow angels.
Joyful is the heart that reminds itself to be young.

In expectation of the winter I look at You,
but the clock hasn’t moved the hour yet.
Impatient is the heart that tries to hurry.
In time the feet will triple over themselves.
The lesson of patience is an impatient one.

At the kitchen table I drink my tea,
as You fill my head with happy memories.
And in the warmth of Your touch,
I learn to embrace the blessings,
of an early autumn.

 

 

Unanswered

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Unanswered

 Your eyes,
pierce through my flesh,
like burning arrows.
I feel your pain,
and my eyes shed the tears,
that you cannot give.
In a moment of despair,
my heart breaks.
To read is unnecessary.
Prevention too late.
For your eyes,
scream the questions,
left unanswered.

Hope, I call you!
Compassion, where have you gone?
Give me the names,
of the helpless hands,
the eyes that closed,
and the mouth that didn’t speak.
For the Heavens cry,
and the angels shout,
but nobody heard,
nobody answered.

Bless the soul that sees,
bless the hero that helps,
but glory to Him,
who answers the prayers,
and leaves the selfish,
unanswered.

Rediscovering Peace

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Rediscovering peace

The wind comes up,
and the clouds hide the sky,
setting in the rain,
when I pray,
for my heart to find peace,
once again.

Like the elements of nature,
my soul switches emotions,
all set in its time.
Uncontrollable is the rain,
unable to hide the sun,
defenseless against the storm.

The bats hide inside the cave,
waiting for the night to set in,
but the night will not provide comfort.

Like a swan facing the world,
on a small turquoise pond,
I allow the purple wisteria flowers,
to caress my skin,
as a gentle act of kindness.

On the wings of the swan,
I fly endless distances,
searching for Divine peace.
But in that small pond of love,
I find my deepest comfort.

In that one moment,
I find Your rest deep within me,
gushing like a waterfall.

After the long years of fighting.
After the many miles of walking.
After all the endless prayers.
Peacefulness trickles,
like oil across my face.
Until my heart rediscovers peace,
in Your arms.