His Room

Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

Proverbs 19 : 21

Twas but the time

Not a moment to soon

That I was to allow God

into my creative room.

 

Came was a feeling

only once before felt

it washed me all over

blessed by this composure I held

and as He stirred through my spirit

came a hint of his divine wit.

 

My bones they tingled

from my head to my toe.

My soul it mingled

with a spiritual flow.

 

For now it was His show

and what He had in store

was left to glow

in the essence of forevermore.

 

While His words

they moved through me

I felt my heart as it beat

all the way to the bottom of my feet.

For these fingers

they moved to meet

His presence with a certainty.

 

For it was all I could hear

from a voice so clear

that shall always linger sweet within me

beneath these heavenly trees.

 

The love these words spoke

will forever echo

through the eternity of a soul

leaving those that are broke

left forever whole.

 

And in the shadows of me

Your love it dances like dream

wherein the hallways of your heart

I move with His harmony.

 

BeLove © 2018


Potter’s Field

The crypt you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.

I climbed the fence

to old man potter’s field

where the fog hung low

just above the ground.

 

While I looked all around

those eerily empty tombs

this is what I found.

 

Where there stood

a certain headstone

void of a name

instead etched with inscription

’twas a bit of wisdom

written with a twist

and this is what that epigraph read:

 

“Remember me, as you pass by,

as you are now, so once was I,

as I am now, you too shall be,

so prepare for resurrection and follow me.”

 

With a pen and paper in hand

I left a silly note—

a small little anecdote:

 

“To follow you, I won’t consent,

for I do not know which way you went.”

BeLove © 2018