Until…

Sometimes we can wish for things we don’t need. Hope for things that are unnecessary in our life. Sometimes we lack a good vision of what we already have. We live like a bird in a big orangery. We look outside wondering what is out there. Dreaming of all the beautiful places we could visit, incredible moments we could experience and miracles we could establish. We dream of a world created in our minds but when the doors open and we get the opportunity to experience the truth. The reality is often not what we thought it would be. And sometimes we look back, only to understand, that life in that orangery was better than everything we could ever experience outside of it. And that is where this poem is all about.  Enjoy!

Until

Until I reach the glass,
flowers surround me,
birds smile at me in delight,
and the comfortable warmth,
covers me like a blanket.

Until I see the cage,
life goes by unnoticed,
for love takes care of me,
and in this joyful song,
I find my home.

Until I see the reflection,
the mirror shows only myself,
the outer shell is polished up,
but nothing shows the inside,
where questions bubble in the heat,
and my tears remain unnoticed.

Until the door is opened,
the good life is unnoticed,
and I swim in a pool of ingratitude,
where my blurred eyes,
dream impossible dreams.

Until I am looking back,
I will never fully realize,
that what I had was enough,
and what I wished for,
was all I never needed.

My Father’s Garden

The poem ‘My Father’s garden’ is based on a vision I had. I was 29 years old and one night, as I was laying in bed, I got a vision from God. In this vision I saw myself in a secluded place. The grass was greener than I have ever seen. Trees with green leaves were in a quarter of a circle and green bushes were standing in front of the trees. It was a sea of green.

In the centre was a long white (French garden set like) table. It was huge and could easily seat 12 people but there were only 3 chairs. One at the head, two on either side. I was sitting on one of the seats but not the one at the head! I was dressed in a white robe, one like Jesus always wears in pictures. My hair was dark brown and my eyes had this amber-brown color. My face was so white, as if I had a lightbulb in my head that was turned on. My face was literally glowing (read; giving light). I was so shocked by my beauty. And not just my beauty. I looked so happy. Happier than I have ever been on earth. I was filled with joy. The person I saw didn’t look half as much as I am today. I was so shocked by this perfection that I pushed the vision away.

Now I am truly sad that I stopped the vision. I would love to see it once more and take a closer look at myself. I saw myself through God’s eyes. God showed me what He sees. Around the same time God gave me the name; Batyah, which means ‘Daughter of God’. (I have talked about this story in a previous blog) When I woke up the next morning I wrote a poem about my experience. To me this poem is a treasure. A memory of something beautiful. It was God’s way of saying: “I love you and to Me, you are absolutely perfect. To Me you are my beloved little girl”.

My Father’s garden

Watching through a camera,
the lens provides a new picture.
A new world…an unknown place.
Where green trees make a secluded garden,
green bushes bring rest to the soul.
She dwells in green pastures.
Her home is peace,
She’s dressed in truth.

A white table provides three chairs,
One for her…she is already seated,
One for the Son….He will come,
One for the Father….He is already there.
Never leaving her side,
His angels keep her laughing,
For joy is the essence of the garden.

The lens provides a perfect world,
where all the cultures are united.
Peace is the law,
joy is life,
and love your greatest company.

Dressed in white, Her body is alight.
Her dark brown hair points out Her amber eyes.
I want to touch Her face….my face.
I want to braid Her hair…my hair.
I want to look like Her…but I’m looking at myself.

The lens shows a different view,
I am looking through the eyes of my Father,
A promise…a place…a Daughter.
My Father’s garden…my home.

A short but sweet love poem

I love you!

If my spirit is attached to you,
with one single thread,
If my eyes cry tears,
for those I never met,
If my eyes long to see you,
if it were only once,
then the covenant still stands,
our hearts remain as one!

If the smell of spices touches me,
a taste that only you can blend,
If pomegranates tell stories,
that only I can understand,
If music is a heartbeat,
only beating your drum,
then our love is like a bride,
waiting for the groom to come!

On the balcony of dreams,
I am always looking out for you,
for none could ever love me more,
then only you can do.
I love you!

In my Father-heart I see you

Today I really want to share this poem with you. A couple of years back, I asked God the Father in prayer how He really felt about me. I asked Him to be completely honest! I didn’t just want Him to share with me all the good but also (and especially) all the bad parts about me. I really wanted Him to be as honest as He could possibly be. A short while after I prayed this, God the Father quoted this poem to me. A special poem that surprised me and filled me with love. The reason I am sharing this poem with you is because I know that God loves you so much. I hope this poem will show you just that! God loves you and in His loving Father-heart, He sees you, He loves you and He cherishes you. You are so worthful to Him. You are so precious that He gave up His only Son just so He could have a connection with you! God loves you! And that is the most important message ever!

In My Father-heart I see you

A spirited energy flows within you,
a willpower to succeed in your mission,
but the flesh is weak where the mind is willing.
How long will you fight for Me this endless battle?
My heart aches when I look at you,
and My mind slips back to who you once were.

Heart of My heart, filled with My light,
I still hear your laughter fill the heavens with joy.
Quick little girl – prettier than the stars – you are,
your eyes sparkled with delight and peace.
I still see you sit on My lap eager to learn,
your wisdom excelled in your trust,
but you were oblivious to it.

The joy in your eyes when your Brother was near,
made my Father heart beat faster, overflowing with love.
Your love for Him grew with each shared moment,
inseparable you were with Him wherever he went.
How could I have ever punished you in your mistakes,
when all you wanted was to innocently brighten the room?

How could I ever show My tears to you today,
when I feel the pain of your struggles in My own heart?
My dearly beloved daughter it would hurt you too much.
So I keep them in the shadows for all I want is your joy,
your unexplainable delight spread like sunbeams across the world.
Let them see how much you love Me.

Always shy yet protective like a warrior,
My honor means more to you than your life,
you’d give it up in a heart-beat, if I would ask you to.
But remember – my child – the day your brother Yeshua died,
My heart breaks at the thought of having to give you up also.
So give your joy for My tears and your love for Mine.

When I look at you, past and present collide,
fusing with the future I have in store for you.
My plan is unshakable, unmovable like a mountain.
That little girl from long before the world began,
still lives deep inside your soul, hidden for the world.
Let her come out and play once again so the heavens rejoice,
and the world will see My light in you.
In my Father-heart I see you.

These are pictures of me as a young child. Probably between 0 – 2 years old.
(these photographs are mine and cannot be used without permission!)

In Anguish – a Psalm

In Anguish – A Psalm

 In anguish I have called You,
pleading for mercy in front of Your throne.
But Your mind was made up.
Your resolution like a staff,
firm in Your hands.

 Sometimes Your love hurts,
like an embrace during intense grief.
And yet it is to comfort me.

 I wish the rain would trickle down,
and wash all my tears away in the stream.
Now the earthquakes shake up my heart,
awakening the dawn after a tumultuous night.
Will peace ever relief my temple Father?
Will paradise ever be in the palm of my hand?

 Trust is a floating device,
one that I desperately hold on to,
when it feels like I am on a sinking ship.
So I burn a candle for You Father,
to send my prayers up in the smoke,
where You will hear it like a loud call.

 I bow down in humility,
for I am an obedient servant.
Whether or not I am a queen,
I am first of all Your daughter.
Send me Father and I will go.
Speak to me and I will listen.

 My life is Yours alone,
mold me into Your masterpiece.
Let the Heavens rejoice in Your glory,
and worship Your name forever,
for Your plans will never fail,
Your almighty hand will never weaken.

 One day Your children will stand side by side,
united in Your glorious presence Father.
Until then my love will never lessen,
and my soul will only grow stronger in Your light.

Let our dream be our love,
in Yeshua our deepest delight.
And when my anguish has changed into joy,
my identity will shine like the sun,
fulfilling the purpose of Your great plan.
Revealing the loving glory of You,
my Father, my Heart and my Life.

 Father,
In Your hands I command my spirit.

 

When a chapter ends a story

This is a new poem I wrote. I hope you like it!

When a chapter ends a story

When a chapter ends a story,
a swimmer dives from a diving board,
into a deep ocean of gardenia petals,
until the sun sets at the horizon,
and the night falls in love with the dawn.

The love of a hundred puppies,
is so much more than life alone.
How overwhelming the Light is,
in the midnight sky.

When a chapter ends a story,
the writer provides another book.

Love is free of charge.
Joy is a gift of undeniable love,
but receiving is a choice,
left for the receiver.

A silver heart necklace around your neck,
is a reminder of eternal gratitude.
And the postcard view of destiny,
a solid proof of Paradise.

The rose blooms

The rose blooms

Tears bring forth joy.
Through the ashes of pain,
a rainbow colors the horizon –
hope is a glimmering in the sky.

When pain scars the heart,
screams whisper in silence,
until the earth breaks into an earthquake –
relief is the essence of tears.

An ocean of tears fills one heart,
but only through the sunshine,
the rain falls down like shimmering stars,
and the rose blooms in full bloom.

*When my mother passed away last Friday, I never thought that I would ever be able to write again. For how do you find the words in such times of grieve? How do you find the words when the woman who was your greatest love and support has gone to Jesus?
You don’t. God gives them to show you His presence and everlasting love. I am not alone! And there is a golden light at the horizon!

Redemption

Redemption (the poem) is based on a dream that I had a couple of days ago.

In my dreams I was running through a city. Someone was chasing me but I didn’t really know who. I tried to get away but was unsuccessful in my efforts. In order to escape I ran to a stairway that lead down to a dark and scary subway station. For me it felt like the only way out.

Two steps down the stairs I stopped. In the corner of my eye I noticed a little white-blue songbird. The bird looked like a blue tit without the yellow chest. He was only blue and white colored and he had a little white tuft on his head. He was a very cute little guy!

The little bird tilted his head and looked at me with curiosity and sympathy in his eyes. With one single look he touched my heart.

Even though I was afraid, I did bend over and let the little guy hop onto my hand. He immediately started to peck between my fingers but it didn’t hurt me. After he was done with my right hand, he hopped over to my left until he seemed done. He then hopped into the palm of my hand where I could take a closer look at him.

Suddenly I noticed a black tick on my pointer finger. Left untreated, the bite of a tick can be deadly so I panicked. But before I could act, the little bird pecked at the tick and flew away.

As I was looking for signs of bite marks, the tick disappeared. In its place came a smiley face (like an emoji) that was branded into my skin. Slowly the panic left my heart and peace took its place. Then a little soft whisper in my heart said, “You are safe”.

In my dream the little white-blue bird saved me. The entire day I kept meditating on this dream. In the afternoon I felt the urge to write a poem about it. When I did, things became much clearer to me. The little white-blue bird represents the Holy Spirit. When we are in danger or at a place in our life that is not good for us, the Holy Spirit is with us to help us. But it is up to us to notice Him and invite Him into our lives. When we do, He will take all that is dirty, all that is dangerous and all that will hurt us away from us. The black tick represents evil. The Holy Spirit will peck at evil as long as it takes evil to leave us alone. It is the Holy Spirit that will always help us and stand by us, no matter where we are in life. He does this because Jesus died for our sins and rose from the dead. If we believe in Jesus we receive the Holy spirit to stand by us at all times. This is what redemption really is. Jesus loves us so much that He will do whatever He can to save us. The Holy Spirit is the Mighty Helper who will comfort us and give us strength. In order to stand firm in this life, we need them both!

Redemption

On a wild chase,
the city lost me,
and the only escape,
leads me down the stairs,
of a dark subway station.

Descending the stairs,
I find you,
and your curious sympathy,
touches me.

 Movement runs fast,
in fear it is uncontrollable,
but your steps are premeditated,
and your motions are effortless.

Unafraid is your heart,
diligent your observation.

A little white-blue bird you are,
resting in the palm of my hand.

As you fly away on the wind,
my fingertips turn into a smile,
the sign of your everlasting redemption.

 

 

 

Holy Dove

Holy Dove

Gentle like a dove,
He whispers hope,
to move my heart,
with words of wisdom

My heart dances,
at the sound of His voice,
whispering love,
with the song of a dove.

I hear you!
Keep talking.
Never will You leave me,
my everlasting helper.

I see You!
Stay with me.
Allow me the joy,
of Your everlasting presence.

Your white blanket,
that shines like the sun,
shows me Your holiness,
and takes my heart,
to higher grounds.

My Holy Dove,
whisper support,
give hope to my heart,
and help me,
to find my way.

Let me stay in the Light,
of Your comforting wings.

This poem is dedicated to the Holy Spirit. My honor for His love, wisdom and guidance!