Silence is a friend!

Silence is a friend

Silence is a friend,
waiting to embrace you,
and yet the world is watching it,
like a prey watches its enemy.
Seeing the trap closing in,
that will tear them up alive.

Faster and faster,
the world is spinning,
but she rather breaks down,
than having friendship with silence.

Silence is peace,
that the world lost.
Out of sight,
out of mind.
Now it waits,
in the shadows of the mind,
to come out into the light,
and give us,
the gift of peace.

High upon a mountain,
in the nature of my Creator,
we are sitting side by side.
Enjoying each other’s company,
like age-old friends.
Closing my eyes,
he shuts out the world,
so I can see reality,
and hear the unseen.
He stands by me,
in the communication,
with my God and Father.
His name is silence,
and silence is my friend!

Under the chuppah

For two nights in a row, I received a vision. The vision showed me a wedding. I was looking through the eyes of the bride. Her face covered with a veil, my sight was through that veil. White chairs on each side, with an aisle in the middle. The wedding took place on a grassland surrounded with trees, as if it was a secluded garden. At the end of the aisle I saw a man in a nice black suit but I couldn’t see his face. I knew he was the groom, because nobody was sitting on the seats and besides us, there was nobody there. The groom was standing underneath a beautiful white chuppah, dressed with white roses. Those same white roses where in a bouquet that I was holding in my hands. The wedding was about to start. And as soon as the image came, it left me.

Today I turned this vision into a poem. Before I started many bible verses came to mind that allowed me to understand the vision better. The bible verse that described the vision best is Isaiah 62:5, which says,

“As a young man marries a young woman, so will your Builder marry you; as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you”.

After this, I looked into the chuppah. In my vision I saw it clearly and I was curious if there was a special meaning to it. During my research I discovered that the chuppah symbolizes so many different things. It was so interesting to read. What stood out to me was the following. The groom enter’s the chuppah first, which symbolises his ownership over the home (the chuppah also symbolises a home) on behalf of the couple. When the bride enters the chuppah, it is as though the groom is proving her with shelter or clothing. With this he publicly demonstrates his new responsibilities towards her.

The reason this stood out to me is because it symbolises our relationship with God so beautifully. When we give our lives/hearts to God, we marry Him in a way. It is as if God is waiting for us under the chuppah and as we (the bride) enter the chuppah, God publicly demonstrates to all living things that He is now responsible for us. It deepens our bond with Him. It connects us to Him on so many different levels. God loves us so much.

I hope this makes any sense to you but if it doesn’t, take the poem as you read it. Let it find a way into your heart and find your own meaning in the words. Because that is the beauty about poetry, it can be read in so many different ways. This is mine and I am so curious….what is yours?

Enjoy the poem (in the picture)

Under the chuppah

Life in black and white

Life in black and white

Pictures in black and white,
breathe the air of nostalgia,
until my nostrils hurt with grief.

Memories in golden colors,
align the beauty of the past,
where worthy teachings never get lost.

The future uncaptured in the frames,
holds mysteries like presents –
unwrapped are the secrets of life.

The present in all its colors,
unite all that is wrong and right,
in one incredible picture of black and white.

Climate change

Climate change

Empty waters never change the drought,
when the sun is still shining to bright.
Houses burn in devastating fires,
as paddy fields drown the last rice harvest.
We cannot see what we don’t acknowledge,
yet how can blind eyes see in clear day light?

Questions ask themselves questions,
about subjects that already told the answers.
When ears cannot hear the ringing sirens,
how can the heart hear the voice of God?
Aren’t the angels begging for understanding?
Isn’t the Spirit calling us into the light?

As the great kestrel is flying away,
the last cool winds take the snow away,
and our final breath screams for patience.
As the polar bears disappear into black holes,
the stars that are weakened by the lack of light,
let go of the dark blue canvas and fall into the night.

As the last two doves dance the last spring dance,
my hands reach for the throne of the Father,
where mercy rains down like dew drops in the morning.
When the last petal falls in the universe sphere,
love forces miracles into the deep dark night.
With my wet wings drying I am ready to bring change,
to all the corners of this dying earth,
and in the light beams of Heaven I fly away.

Climate change

 

The Librarian

The Librarian

Scrolls with endless pages,
creates anticipation through joy.
Impatience is a patient companion,
in one breath I can see the universe,
the history and the future.

Libraries with books collect dust,
a library with scrolls collect wisdom,
that pours down like spring rain,
from the fountain of life-giving water,
where emptiness is an unfamiliar word.

Commas expect another story,
quotation marks read between the lines,
exclamation marks express significance,
but question marks are only questioning themselves.

Unnoticed is the fleeing doubt in wisdom,
Unseen are the misunderstandings in my sight,
for clarity is written in every scroll,
understood by even the smallest mind.

The key in my hand is held close to my heart,
I breathe in the unexplainable joy of light,
for this is the place where I belong,
this is the place where my soul becomes,
the librarian.

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.

Halls of crystal gold

Halls of crystal gold

Halls of crystal gold,
imaginative to the naked eye,
swirl hues of purple and blue,
comforting me with holiness.
In Your eyes is the light of love,
surrounding me with Your presence.
As birds hover in the sky,
wings are like a warm blanket,
and the wind like grape juice,
on a hot summer day.
The feeling of being loved is a treasure.
Rays of gold light up my heart,
to embrace it with love and joy.
In Your eyes I am beautiful,
unimaginable are the halls without me.
A child in the arms of His Father –
I am safe within the walls of Your home.
When I look into Your infinite eyes,
oceans become rivers,
penetrating me with their energy,
rejuvenating me with an endless sense of peace.
Halls of crystal gold lead me to Your throne,
where sparrows nestle in Your lap,
and lions rest at Your feet.
How come I can see You so vividly?
My heart explodes with love,
making my DNA rain down on me like confetti.
Truth like a sword cuts through me,
awareness takes over my soul,
and in one single second I know,
You are the one I live for.

Halls of crystal gold

Lost is the heart that falls in love

lost is the heart that falls in love

Truth be told, I have never written about love in the sence of being in love. Since I find the subject rather difficult and the subjects ‘Faith’ and ‘Life’ a lot easier, I avoid it all together. But yesterday I made an attempt to put something on paper. So here it is and I need your honest opinion. Please leave one in the comment section below. I love to hear from you!

Mind Game

Mind Game

Life on display,
asks you who you are,
where you come from,
and where you go.

Life is a war,
where beauty fights ugly,
where truth fights lies,
where realism fights surrealism,
where rich fights poverty,
where success fights failure,
but it is up to you,
to decide,
where you stand.

Life is a stage,
where judges define,
who we are.
Where a mask hides our identity,
so we remain inside a fiction,
for the rest of our lives.

Life on display,
asks us to have courage.
It asks us to break the masks of lies,
in order to live inside the truth,
of who were are.

Life is a mind game,
where we tell ourselves,
who we are,
and where the whole world,
remains silent!

 

 

 

Multidimensional

Multidimensional

 One light beam represents,
one life,
one event,
one moment.

The prism represents,
the eyes of God.

One light beam is merely a light beam,
the prism is deeply underestimated.

If you shine the light beam,
through that mere prism,
you will see an astounding rainbow.

If you see your life,
through the eyes of God,
an event is not just an event,
but a multidimensional soul,
beaming to all the corners of the universe.