walk with me tonight
houses and bones
are such temporary structures
always in the process of disintegration
always breaking
always wreckage
always rebuilding
always Phoenix’ rising
always ending
always beginning
always old becoming new
sticks and stones
rattling bones
evolution of God’s handiwork
continues creating
the grave, and salvage, yards
of this worlds turning
legacy’s ever changing
with the recorded numbers
within dna strands of humanity
within the changing addresses within our little black books
within us struggling to continue
to fight – to connect
to understand as things (and we) change
greenest chemistry and greenery engineering
hearts rebuilding into new, upgraded generations
forests of the same, yet different –
trees, mailboxes, phone numbers
(Im)proper comings and goings
all our future generations of peoples
carrying shapes of our past
noses, ears, voices, personalities
of the ones waiting behind the veiled clouds
of magnificent sunsets
double rainbows on a day of grey
I walk forward in the beauty of this nights changing moment
feeling the stretch of the eternal bridge
between time and eternity
between everything before and behind
as I stop for a moment to notice the mingled colors
of the purple and white pansies
teaching humanity how to get along
I have a break-through moment of clarity
concerning the nature of LOVE
my heart is in agreement with them
as I write these words
then turn my steps towards home
❤️
Amy Lloyd
I have done what was mine to do, now you must do yours.
– St Francis of Assisi
…even if the waters rise, and our people leave, and our prodigals don’t come home, and we fail ourselves and our hearts break, and the bottom falls out of everything, we who are the Jesus-thirsters, and the flame throwers, the EVEN IF people, we will rise, and we will run and we will persevere with fire in our bones, fueled by our thirst for living waters, right till we cross the finish line and fall down at the feet of our saving Jesus and say: You are mine and I am yours and hell will freeze over before my heart’s flame for you burns out.
We drink soul garbage that puts out our flame of faith every-time we obey our fears instead of obeying Christ.
…it’s no small thing, Lord, that You’d far rather
we knock on Your door with our worries & fears,
then let those worries & fears keep knocking on us.
So, yeah, we’re just here dropping it all off right here tonight:
all the pain of all the people we love, all the hopes for all the impossibles that we can’t even speak of, all the weight of all the worries that we can’t carry one step more. And You draw us close & You say it slow to steady us: “Don’t fret or worry… It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” Philippians 4:6-7MSG
We may not be fearless
but we will be *strong*
and *courageous*
and *faithful*
because our *faith in You*
is greater than the fears in us.
And that might just be the best news we’ve heard:
lay all those fears & worries to rest in Him.
And all the Even if. People who could feel the flame of JEsus burning in their hearts said?
Amen.
Ann Voskamp ( dot com )
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