Pearly petals furled in pouting peace so perfect
Mighty little puffs of feisty life against my skin
Bright deep intimate soul windows, soul hands which we hold
Colourful melody on heartstrings of delighted vulnerability
A warm snug weight, fulfilling my arms and chest
Posts tagged ‘poetry’
Oh my God in these days
Sometimes all I see is rain
But if the rocks must cry out
I don’t want to be to blame,
So I sing, I proclaim
Jesus how I still love your name.
Blessed be, blessed be the one whose goodness still remains,
Blessed be, blessed be the one who always loves the same
And if the trees can clap their hands
Then I’m sure so can I
And in the midst of the storm
I bet they do it all the more,
So I sing or sometimes cry
Jesus I want to lift you high.
Ringlet spirals down your cheek,
Half closed eyelids hide and seek
From and for the love,
For which you were created.
Loose your grip on lies of old,
Slip into the Saviour’s hold,
Bravely let the dance
Mold the truth into your stance.
Unfathomed depths, dip in your heart;
Ripple seen is just the start,
Weight of rushing power
Freeing, washing walls apart
Bridal beauty lies within
Unbridled; He’s extinguished sin,
Skies of light wherein
Potential fiercely soars and sings
Choosing to step onto rock,
Look not back, smash the lock,
You can and will be loved
Now and through eternity!
So let your gaze be lifted to
The one who loves to hear from you,
Praise will be the key;
Outwit deceit of enemy
Your voice was bestowed by the King,
A unique one, distinctive ring,
Lest the stones cry out,
Let the Princess her words bring!
Those words, three…
By Lovers’ Lane.
I’d fallen headlong,
Not that I’d known long,
Not with my brain.
You’d had a head-start,
Caught unawares my heart,
Those three remain.
x ♥ x
A tremor, faint, in your expression
Joins your half answer to my question;
One foot out I slow, I know,
Restraint’s an early mist on your emotion
A catch in your throat shows your struggle,
Heavy dew, light bloom aromas muddle
And with one cuddle, the honesty flows
While hopes and fears you juggle
I’m honoured when you share your heart,
Wind me by the climbers in your mind
To find your childlike courage when tears smart,
You blink away the weeds that try to bind
Beyond the quaint exterior, pearly paint,
The Secret Garden’s not so hard to enter,
Spirit’s fruit grow, love right at the centre,
Your roots ain’t like mine, but that’s adventure
‘Fore now your friendship’s taught me many things,
Of bold and thorny challenge; real love’s tough,
Praise ringing through the branches as you sing;
You’re precious and these words are not enough.
Only a gritty life could produce such treasure.
The words again in case the picture is not clear.
As a sun beam dances
Crisply through clear water,
So whispers He
Through His beloved daughter.
Her incandescent beauty;
The fruit of several years
Where gritty trials came,
Leaving precious souvenirs
Multitones of wisdom
Grace her precious words,
Radiant with perseverance,
Her strength is the Lord’s.
Subtle tell-tale creases outline your eyes
And my finger longs to linger there
To share the stories softly etched
Unbridled laughter, earnest trace of care
I press my lips against your rough worked hands;
I’m five again, and I can feel the chafe
Your palm, clean water on my back
I know its warmth, or yours, and I am safe
The very things that reveal your humanity
And seal the letters detailing your days
Singing boldly, shirking vanity
They warm my skin like summer morning rays.