A journey

A Journey

In every age,
I walk the steps,
of golden treasures,
and silver plates.
Every angle,
is a broken reality.
Miracles,
a brand new day.

When eyes see,
a crucified love.
Imprisonment,
is an escape.
A creek holds,
a thousand raindrops.
My heart,
over a million tears.

Communication,
interrupts the emotions.
Emotions,
block the communication,
and speech is an impossible road.
The restriction is a feeling.
Your eyes,
a bottomless well,
in which I drown.

The seal on my lips,
cannot hide the lostness.
If my eyes had a sound,
they would scream.
But however I bounce on the door,
I threw away the key.
Now my heart,
lost the connection with my soul,
the key in pure oblivion.

The centuries of time,
swallowed the light-years,
yet not the memories.
In order to breathe,
I need to remember.
In order to live,
the Light has to heal my wings,
but the pain is unbearable.

If only I could speak.
If only I could feel.
The flood of words,
would equal my tears.
The tears would show,
my broken heart.
Your heart would catch my soul,
and I would finally find peace.

Unended,
is my road.
My road,
is a path of love,
on which I will find you back.
Our love,
is my strength.
This life,
a journey.

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!

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.

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

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!

 

 

 

Dear Yeshua

The poem ‘Dear Yeshua’ was written a couple of years ago, with all the women in mind who have walked away from Him/Yeshua. (Yeshua is the Hebrew word for the name Jesus, in the days when Jesus was on earth, everybody called Him Yeshua (Since He lived in Israel and Hebrew was one of the languages they spoke at the time))

I think we all know someone who really needs Jesus in his/her life. I wrote this poem directed to women, mainly because I am a woman myself. Most of my poems I write from my own perspective. Each poem is different of course, some are about me, in some God speaks to me personally, in some God speaks to the world and in others it is about someone else. In the poems that are about other people, I step in the lives and hearts of  these people to write their story. If I write this way, I never know who it is I am writing about. God never discloses this with me! I just write what God gives me and for me that is enough. Fun fact is that this allows me to put a little something of myself in it as well. It makes the poetry more personal to me. My heart is attached to each and very single poem I ever wrote, and that is what makes poetry so wonderful to me.

Back to the poem, this poem is a prayer to Jesus/Yeshua. In this prayer I ask Him to bring every person that once walked away back. Of course we can incorporate the people who never heard from Jesus as well. I hope you will pray this prayer with me!

Enjoy this poem and tell me your thoughts, or if you have a prayer request, send them to me (you can type your request below this poem, or you can fill in the contact form) I am more than willing to pray for you!

Dear Yeshua,

 Dear Yeshua, Son of God,
all I wants to know,
is who you are and what you do,
and the love that You bestow.

 Ever since I was a little girl,
I read Your stories on and on,

Your love, like magic, filled my heart,
I wonder where it’s gone.

 Not by You, that’s what I know,
You didn’t walk away.
Perhaps that little girl grew up,
or maybe she just lost her way?

 Whatever happened, bring her back.
bring her to Your flock,
Protect her like a shepherd does,
and let her feel Your love.

Dear Yeshua, hold her tight,
and open up her heart,
teach her with that magic love,
that you will never be apart.