Allow silence,
to enter your mind.
Capture your thoughts,
and make them,
obedient to Christ.
Grab the hand,
of the Shepherd,
and allow His staff,
to guide your path.
You are a sheep,
lost without guidance.
Wandering around,
you tried to find,
your own way,
but you got lost.
Come back to me,
to the Shepherd,
who dearly loves you,
and let Him guide you,
all the way!
Take the lemons,
out of your eyes.
Let the tears fall,
surrender your heart,
and learn to smile,
through the pain,
through the grief,
and through the fear.
Eat the lemons,
make lemonade,
lemon pie,
or lemon meringue.
Learn to dance,
on a rainy day,
with your sunglasses,
on your face.
Sing songs,
from the heart,
breathing air,
into your lungs,
knowing that lemons,
are simply a beginning,
and not the end.
It is time,
to eat the lemons,
straight from your hands!
In a hot air balloon
hanging
like a red rose
above my head
I oversee the land
my life
and all that is in it
Sheep
like needle points
Houses
like small pebbles
and roads like
an effortless stitch
on an embroidered patchwork
On the ground
I only see the threads
but up here
I finally understand
where life is taking me
In a world,
so full of herself,
love is forgotten,
and the young one,
only knows herself.
Allow the eyes,
to be opened.
Allow the heart,
to bloom in a garden,
with more flowers,
than just one.
In an embrace,
we can find,
so much more,
than our own heart.
In one embrace,
in one act of love,
we can find,
the whole world,
in bloom.
Out of control are the thoughts,
which cannot be controlled.
I search for peace in a chaotic world,
and cry myself asleep at night,
in the darkness of the earth.
I long to rest on the wings of a robin,
and lean against her orange chest,
listening to her heartbeat,
that so easily rocks me to sleep.
Snow falls unexpectedly,
and I enjoy the silence of the world.
Only the echo of God’s voice,
reflected in the roots of nature,
released by the greens leaves of spring,
find their way to my mind,
and loosen the endorphins,
that have hidden for so long.
Once again, I sleep underneath,
the safe wings of a robin,
and listen to the music of her heartbeat,
echoing through this messy world.
In the silence of the moment,
when the walls close in on me,
and I hear my own heart scream,
I listen to the heartbeat of the Holy Spirit,
and the fire of His love,
finally sets me free.
Emptying
everything that once was
to make place
for everything
that is to come.
A free mind
and a free heart
allow new friendships
and new love
to enter
into an old home
that is perfectly
cleaned out.
With arms wide open
I welcome you in
With a heart
filled with expectations
I welcome change!
All the poems written on the blog belong to Gineke van Keulen. If you want to use it, please ask permission, or give her credit. Thank you!
I feel the wind
gently brushing my hair,
and the sun on my skin,
warming my soul,
from the outside in.
I feel content,
sitting here,
by myself,
with the city sounds,
playing in the background.
I feel a love,
deep in my heart,
that deepens,
with each moment.
I feel connected,
more than ever before,
to God,
and to myself.
I want to be here,
in this place,
where I embrace,
the gentleness of life.
Then I realize,
for the first time,
this is what peace,
feels like!
Different hues of pink,
flow from my heart,
onto a white canvas,
where it meets,
dances,
and creates,
a new natural world,
with yellow and green.
An explosion of love,
where joy bursts,
like spring flowers,
out into the air.
Where it breathes,
moves,
and feels,
the happiness,
that so far,
always remained inside.
Out of control,
this happiness flows,
out of my hands,
onto a canvas,
where it finds a place,
to shine brightly,
in a dark world,
that is slowly coming,
out of winter.
An explosion of joy,
is what my heart,
had to give,
and in that explosion,
I find a smile,
waiting for me,
every time,
I look at my canvas!
The photo above is from a painting that I created about a week ago. It was my first attempt at pouring art, and it turned out great. I am so happy with the result, and I love looking at it. It is acrylics on canvas, and it is called ‘An Explosion of Joy’, just like the poem. So, the poem I shared today is based on the painting and on the painting process, and I hope you enjoy both! Again, when you want to share my work, please ask, or give me the credit. And maybe good to share as well is that the painting is not for sale! Have a lovely day! Thank you!
Sitting at Your feet,
You braid my hair like a laurel wreath,
while the rosary is in my hands.
I sing a song on the breath of a nightingale,
until a small bird falls asleep in my lap.
A waterfall of pure light,
covers me in Your sweet kisses,
where Your love covers me with laughter.
The sweet joyful sound,
that comes from deep within my heart,
awakens the rainbow-colored butterflies.
My head rests against Your chest,
where I hear the soft beating of Your heart.
The soft fabric of Your robe comforts me,
like a blanket against the bitter cold.
Your arms are my deepest safety,
where I am guarded like a precious pearl.
Your words of wisdom nestle in my soul,
where it builds golden castles on a green meadow.
We run between the daisies,
as I hold on tightly to my rosary,
and my giggles blend with the scent of roses.
A gift is a memory of love,
that reminds you of the giver.
As I softly fall asleep on Your lap,
the rosary is still in my hands,
where I keep it as a memory,
of You.
Thank you for reading my poem today! I truly appreciate it, that you took the time to read my work. Once again, thank you! It takes time and effort to write these words. The poems are a piece of my own heart and soul, so I would appreciate it, if you would either ask for permission if you want to share my work, my poems, or give me credit! Thank you very much! Have a lovely day!
The first snowflakes fall,
and my soul rises up,
to become one with the sky.
My arms spread wide,
like the wings of angels.
My joy overflows,
as I put my trust in you.
I rise and I fall,
as I am dancing on the wind,
and my heart surrenders,
to the beating of your love.
I wish, I understood,
how the wind blows,
in and out of this world.
I wish, I could hold on,
to each snowflake,
and hold it in my hands.
But only in complete surrender,
can my wings find the strength,
to take off and fly away.
Away to a place,
beyond this ice cold universe,
where your arms are waiting,
to welcome me home,
in paradise.
All poems on this website/blog belong to me, Gineke van Keulen, ask before using, or mention my name when sharing. Thank you!
Gineke van Keulen 