Practicing the discipline my pastor suggested, as I listed the five things I am grateful for one morning, suddenly all this came to me. Hope you enjoy it.
#5. Cloud and mist fabric drawn across the moon all that light originated from the sun? Gray then white then yellow, clot of black then blue For my attention and entertainment? No, a lesson more true "I desire truth in your inward parts To reflect My glory you must be clean, steady, sure Certain of My love for all Wavering not from circumstances Leaning into My light" Clouds move off and I can barely look away The brightness of Your Glory my delight Clouds clear and brilliance increases I watch as moon orbits incrementally behind the tree I want to move the furniture Lie here looking out the window Yet even now the sun is rising and moon will seem to go Scour my being Father that I might reflect Your brilliant glory, certain and true. "Beware lest feeding feral cats from pity You actually nourish marauding coyotes Dimming the beauty of your intention Encouraging the destruction of your very soul" You parted the veil from before my eyes Help me to keep Your glory in my remembrance forever. Sun rises higher Brilliant white moon beckons Cream colored clouds move in thickly My soul knows what it witnessed Your power glows across the universe Regardless of my momentary ability to see. Enemies of my soul say, "Nothing to see here. Move along." My heart ever held in Your nail scarred hand I spend my life to declare Your glory.
I am always amazed when this stuff comes to me. Coyotes, like the prowling lion seeking whom he may devour? We have coyotes in this neighborhood. A pack prowls the street every morning just before dawn. Likely other times, too. I was giving Lucky her last outdoor stroll the other night and she noticed something at the end of the street. I could not see a thing. She would not take her eyes off the end of the street. She even growled which is atypical of her!
You desire truth in the inward being;Psalm 51:6 NRSV
therefore teach me wisdom in my secret heart.
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith1 Peter 5:8-9 NIV
Yes, Lord, I will have the courage to share. Bless the readers I pray.
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