Holiest of holies, knowingly coming down on a day when there would be no place and subjecting himself to birth. Lord of lords choosing day after day, time after time to let an all-knowing mind not know anything and to learn, to struggle, to try. King of kings knowingly kneeling and praying and sweating bloodContinue reading “Knowingly (Christmas to Heaven)”
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Advent Through Poetry Day TWENTY-FOUR (The Child)
GUYS! We made it!! Not quite on time, perhaps, but today is the twenty-fourth day of poetry. I hope you have enjoyed this as much as I have 🙂 For my last poem I’m trying my hand at spoken word poetry….perhaps my brothers and I will do it together sometime and I’ll post a vidContinue reading “Advent Through Poetry Day TWENTY-FOUR (The Child)”
Advent Through Poetry Day TWENTY -ONE (I Am)
I Am. I Am outside of time beyond you’re wildest thoughts. My son I sent to you to bring good news unto the world I created, before time. I Am waiting here to turn my ear away from his pain. I Am the one who planned you.
Advent Through Poetry Day TWENTY (Recognize)
HELLO! So sorry this is late- I’ve been dead for the past couple days with an amazingly nasty lil’ bug that I have only just begun to get rid of. Here is the poem for December 20th 🙂 Fell out of the sky like a shooting star. So unexpected so off the charts. Amazing how Continue reading “Advent Through Poetry Day TWENTY (Recognize)”
Advent Through Poetry Day NINETEEN (Jesus)
Sorry this is so short peeps, super sick feelingish todayness 😦 They call him Jesus- Do you know why? It’s because he is the Savior who came to die.
Advent Through Poetry Day EIGHTEEN (A Million)
A thousand messengers wait; a million take their place. A thousand wait to reveal the expanse of all God’s grace. They wait in silence, they wait hidden. They wait until they are bidden to reveal God’s grace. At last they are allowed to unveil their presence. and they explain God’s grace in it’s simplest essence. The thousandContinue reading “Advent Through Poetry Day EIGHTEEN (A Million)”
Advent Through Poetry Day SIXTEEN (Door To a New World)
Uh-oh, here comes another one. The hooman already said we have no room- But all they can do is come and pound on me like drums of doom! People never stop to think of how much it hurts when people pound on you day and night- pretty sure that’s the worst. But this poor womanContinue reading “Advent Through Poetry Day SIXTEEN (Door To a New World)”
Advent Through Poetry Day FIFTEEN (Swaddling Cloths)
Rolled, wrapped, folded, packed. I don’t know where we go. Bump, jar, skid, groan. We seem to be moving slow. Cold, dark, night, traveling. Perhaps I can give her warmth. Dusty, dirty, stretched, worn. Then again, I might get marked. Baby, crying, stable, unwrapped. Put to my true use. Swaddled, folded, quieted, stilled. Not aContinue reading “Advent Through Poetry Day FIFTEEN (Swaddling Cloths)”