The Phoenix catches me

The phoenix catches me

I try to catch the phoenix,
who rose from the ashes,
but he is a mere flight,
a soft summer breeze,
who delights me with a feather.

A feather of dreams.
A soft distant sound.
When the feather,
strikes across my skin –
uncatchable is the wind.

If the wind is untouchable,
unnoticeable is Your presence.
But if I concentrate,
on the soft distant sounds,
the breeze of memories,
rushes through my hair.
I lift my hands to receive Your love.

Love is stronger than the feathers,
and rests on the wings of the phoenix.
Gentle are the lips that spoke.
The air of love is like honey.
Kind is the heart that gives.
I miss the sweetness of Your soul,
so, I live on the waves of memories.

I try to catch the phoenix,
who rose from the ashes,
but he is a mere flight,
a soft summer breeze,
who delights me with a feather.

Until one day,
the phoenix catches me.

The phoenix catches me

 

 

 

 

Footsteps of eternity

Footsteps of eternity

Lifeless you lay,
at the bottom of the ocean,
unable to swim,
you suffocate in your own weeping.
All I want to do,
is to rock you like a baby,
in My mighty arms,
comforting you in your grieve.

Lullabies are no answers,
to questions deep within,
but distractions,
that keep you from living.

All I want for you is to live,
a life beyond your dreams.
All I want for you is to love,
a love that is true and genuine.
Remember My child,
that there is no greater love,
that He who gave it up for His friends!

The sand in the hourglass,
has almost past the hours of waiting.
The mirror only shows you dimly now,
but soon you will see the full picture.
Soon the past will be a dissolved mirage,
holding the future in your sight,
and the present in your heart.

The things you are longing for now,
they will dissolve like misty air,
on a bright summer day.
You and I will be one,
unable to ever part again,
and the rest of the journey,
we will walk hand in hand.

My child,
I know how much you miss me,
how much your heart aches for me.
But remember that I am always with you,
Your heart is my home,
where I will always reside in.

Keep fighting for Me,
keep walking towards My light,
knowing the victory is ours.
Don’t walk in the footsteps of the world,
but rather choose the footsteps of eternity,
where I will be waiting,
on the steps of your dreams.

Wipe your tears away My love,
and smile like the rising of the sun,
that illuminates everything.
I hold you in the palm of My hands,
not even allowing your foot to stumble.
I have counted all the hairs on your head,
I have created you in My deepest love.

The sense of your existence lays in Me,
for I wanted you,
longed for you,
created you,
loved you with an everlasting love,
and I will keep loving you,
until the end of time.

I am with you,
I am for you,
and I am around,
all the days of your life,
until eternity!

Footsteps of eternity

 

The Giant Tree

The Giant Tree

The bare trees die,
to gain back life in the spring.
Bald in their battle to survive,
they take on a glorious splendor,
when the fruit touch the branches,
and blossoms paint the landscape,
in bright vibrant colors.

Deep in the ground,
roots are the essence of life.
an armor against the storm.
Further and deeper they dig,
until strength is not a question,
but the answer to life.

The Giant Tree,
in the middle of the garden,
the only survivor among its kind,
feeds and shelters wildlife.
Where Life gives life-
sharing His blossom-love,
the wisdom of His roots-
fruit will grow.

The small fragile roots,
intertwine in The Giant Tree’s,
growing in His shadow,
learning His wisdom.
There I grow into a tree,
to spread the blossom-love,
that He laid upon my branches.

Blossom-love spreads,
on a spring-day,
when the sun turns,
and the shadows,
are no longer a sanctuary,
but a revelation of light,
to bear fruit for the garden,
of The Giant Tree.
the giant tree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The View

The View

 Lost is the sheep who wanders off.
Close to the shepherd it finds safety.
His voice carries a familiar tone,
recognizable is the sound of love.
A gentle heart calls the wicked,
and willingly they change their course.

The heart longs for his sheep,
like a dry mouth longs for water,
without them he cannot survive.
His alacrity to keep them safe is immense,
the sacrifice his own free choice.

I am an observer in an open field,
and my curiosity exceeds my concerns.
Distance allows an open-minded view,
when discomfort rules a broken heart.
On which side do I belong, I wonder?

The ability to make a selfless choice,
forces the heart to lose sight of itself.
The willingness to embrace your identity,
forces the heart to let go of its thoughts.
To be is a joy to the longing soul,
a gratitude to its Maker.

 Understanding nurtures knowledge,
wisdom is a blossom to the heart.
In an open field I am the observer,
watching this ever-gentle display.
The icicles melt in the sunshine,
in the view of the cherry blossoms.

The View

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jesus’ Final Prayer

Jesus’ Final Prayer

Landslides tear my heart in two.
Silently I wait for the tsunami,
to flood my burning heart,
until peace has redeemed it from its pain.

My voice is numbed by the many prayers,
spoken with perseverance and repetition.
But I feel as if Your deaf ears have denied,
my heartfelt request that is always present.

Tears are an undeniable consequence,
to a rejected heart, silenced by fear.
When prayers are left unanswered,
the desert will slowly kill me in my grief.

Where are You, oh Mighty Creator?
Why have You forsaken me?
This cup, too full to drink,
is shaking at my quivering lips.

Now that I have spoken my final prayer,
my final breath escapes my painful lungs,
and in the silent darkness I am fully aware,
I have overcome the greatest test.

 

The brightest light

The Brightest Light

The batteries of my flashlight are empty,
and the wood is too wet to make a fire.
The dry ground became muddy from the rain.
The slippery roads don’t hold my feet.
As the darkness is closing in, I shout,
“Can you hear me?
Can you help me?
Please, safe me”!
With a panic-stricken heart, I try to focus.
“Don’t panic”, I say, “God-child don’t lose your calmth”.
As I bring back the beatings of my heart to a normal pace,
I use my knowledge as my most powerful weapon.
And in the dark silent mud I whisper, “Love”.

The more I whisper the one word I know,
darkness retreats,
driven away by a beam of light.
Following the light to find its source,
the light has made a home in my heart,
where my deeds create the greatest beams,
and my thoughts drive away any kind of evil.

The Voice of Love and Light speaks to me,
“My child, in order to find the light in the darkness,
you only need to look inside your heart,
where I am.
Always present, giving strength, sharing wisdom.
Knowledge is your torch in the darkness,
your heart is the calmth in the rushing storm,
but love is your most powerful weapon,
for love is the brightest light that I can give you”.

The brightest light

 

Firefly

Firefly,

Like a firefly I follow light,
to catch it with my heart,
I keep it safe and hold it tight,
so we will never be apart.

Like a firefly I hold the light,
to share it with the earth,
so day will never turn to night,
and light will give the living mirth.

Like a firefly I spread the light,
for every soul to see,
the Origin that makes it bright,
the Holy One that set me free.

 

You know how much I love You

You know how much I love You

How can I describe my feelings?
How can I describe the contents of my heart?
When I look at You all logics fade,
and my heart pounds like that of an antelope,
who only just escaped a hungry lion.
The world disappears from my sight,
for my eyes can only perceive You –
nothing else matters to me but You.
If only You would know how much I love You!
My heart languishes for You,
in the brief moments when You are not with me,
I cannot exist without You by my side.
Still I know that I am one of many,
still I understand that I have to know my place.
But when You ask me,
if I love You more than others?
Then yes Lord, You know how much I do,
You know how much I love You!

You know how much I love You

A Joined Combat

A Joined Combat

In a constant battle,
I fight only a temporary war,
for with You  beside me,
the burden is split in two,
lifting the heavy yoke,
from underneath,
my trembling shoulders.

Your unwavering gaze,
attaches my heart to Yours,
and in Your loving sight,
I am never left unattended.
The love that connects us,
is our only way to overcome,
this endless battle of obstructions.

The requested trust,
I lay it in Your open hands,
buried in the strength of Your heart,
Your love carries us to completion,
where eternity begins today,
and the victory,
will set me in Your glory.

A Joined Combat

A Free Spirit

A Free Spirit

Like a firefly in a jar,
I feel caught in a web –
inescapable is a glass home.

Without holes in the lid,
oxygen escapes on the wind –
unbreathable is the toxic air.

The light slowly dims,
accompanied by my cries –
lost is the heart that has no hope.

Freedom comes from the one,
who knows how to love –
unbreakable is the string,
that connects one heart to the other.

You Lord understand my freedom,
You put the wind underneath my wings,
You understand the endless miles I fly,
to be one with the free spirit within.