God of the grieving, God of loss
God of comfort, God a moss
God of community, God of it all: too much to name any human lifetime
//
God of all prey, God of the hunt
God of the fisherman
God of the farmer
God of the rain and God of the hailstorm
God of the waves and God of the depths
God of the heights. God of the mountain peaks.
God of the cold and God of the heat.
My quietude is gone. My quietude is
over I mourn those days
days of solitude but no solace days
of quiet days
of Peace.
Peace remains.
Joy begins.
//
I cling to my quiet solitude I mourn its passing
I mourn the loneliness. I mourn the pain
I mourn the lies that are all dead. The days of my quietude are
done
that version of me is dead
it has been mourned it is lost. It is not worth retrieving
it like yesterday
it is gone
//
my quietude is over. My wings are spread I
flap and fly and soar above the clouds
I draw eyes
I welcome others. I coordinate
communities
my quiet solitude is over
my quiet solitude is gone
companionship
is here
companionship has begun.
I seek Your face I walk in Your ways
I burn for You
the one You have in store for me
meanders by my side
we are not yet committed. If I focus on them, it drives them
away. I focus on You and I run
and I know You have better in store for me than I could imagine as I start to juggle
I marvel at Your gifts
my days of quietude are done
my quietude is dust
I have better things now.
My value is in God alone. I do not see my
greatness I seek it
I recognize it
but to be great is to
serve
We don’t have sheep no more.
not everyone knows
how they behave.
We think of sheep,
we know they need guidance, we know they need a shepherd.
//
God gave us something else instead
God gave us tiny dogs
only dogs are smarter
This says much for how stupid sheep are
//
We forget how easily their lost.
We forget how easily they get stuck in the mud
we forget how easily they wander away
we forget how easily their hurt
how easily they are cutting traps
we forget how easily they are hunted
//
disturbed by disturbance
something I caused
They scream and shout
stomp and pout
almost start a fight.
I lean on God’s strength to get through the day
to regulate my energy
to make everything okay
an even-keel
a gentle mood
cleanup is a breeze
just don’t forget the food
The first time I caused a guest, Our clients, to scream and get upset.
I gave them homemade syrup
on from scratch pancakes
It wasn’t what he thought
it wasn’t what he wanted.
He screamed and stomped.
I washed them off. He
calms down and had cereal
too.
pleasure we can imagine with the flesh
and weddings we conceive of,
the excitement of Jesus for His Bride
is beyond imagination,
eagerness beyond compare.
building tension,
boiling
must stay calm, not too eager
stay focused on the Now, in this present moment
enjoy the feast when it comes but it is not Now.
It is not here, yet
things must be soft, and dry,
for now.
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sleep must happen.
intimacy shared is not yet
a phantom ache fills sacks
overcooked pasta that wants to become rigid
Breathe deeply,
keep the blood flowing.
ease the tension
Breathe deeply
relax the muscles
that day is not today.
That moment is not now
focus on the now
I feel the rumble in my stomach.
Gluttony rears its head,
cake, and sweets, and frosted-mountains,
a stomach distended,
loose skin that will not leave
a body expecting fat.
prayer helps, but a miracle is needed.
I beseech my Maker.
I know He wants His temple,
my body,
to be its best.
Martin Write 