Hidden Gems: The poems on these pages came from a place where my faith was anchored in external observation. Many have hit the cutting room floor, those that remain have been as pearls

of light even today.

 

A Quiet Heart: ​ I tried to listen, and nothing was there. Old memories like ashes have no value here. I wanted to see, and all I observed was me. I sought to change what's gone before, only to realize there was no open door. So, I stopped for a moment and said a prayer,  releasing me from a load of care.  And therein, I saw my heart gain joy to spare. For as I sought to listen to what is real for me, I was consumed in a rainbow of color that was vibrant and free

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As in the Days of Old: Abraham was led to give back his only son, as Job cried out from within his plight. I, your daughter, come with my own heart set before you. As the day turns in to the night, I am willing as Ruth to lay before your feet and determined as Esther to go within. I am prepared to receive instruction, with no thought for what might have been. Just as Moses was lead to Egypt to part the Red Sea, I come before you, wanting to understand. And, with only one desire, to glean the strength to navigate the intensity of this holy fire.

 

Because: Because there is a need to come, and my own heart cannot hold all that he is without bringing forth what he has done. I come! Because he is my all, I bow my knee and listen to this call. Because he holds the power to heal, I come! Because he is an all-consuming fire, and all I desire. I come! Because he has such an impact, to ignite my heart with holy fire, I come! Because he calls me to see, I am the flesh of his flesh and bone of his bone, and the two are one. I come!

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Courage Under Fire: Two stars collide, and from within comes one flame, one heartbeat. For unless two become one, there can be no light, no vision, and no promise of gaining one's sight. Two stars collide, and an explosion is heard, calling forth the power of love by the spirit and the power of this word.

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Embraced in the Dance: Held by the passion warmed by His light, love makes a gateway to doing what is right. Released to journey as this beauty grows, love becomes the catalyst to go with the

flow. Washed by loves presence as these open doors, I've seen only in part yet like never before. Mystery and magic become a tapestry of grace; to know is to understand and experience the

beauty of this place. I am held by the passion breathless in the dance, realizing love is a gateway,

that  cannot be left "to chance."

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Empty Caravans: ​The weeds grow wild, hiding my path. The waters keep rising to overflow. It

mats down the soft green grass below. The sun beats down with endless force, drying out and burning up what little would grow along this hidden course. The weeds grow wild, hiding the path. The waters keep rising to overflow, matting down the soft green grass below. The other side of this picture paints all things coming to an end, and no way to soothe the weary traveler again. Until

all is cut away that lay this place to waste while bringing forth the cleansing rain, and therein,

renew this habitat of grace. 

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Fire Walk: Rachel ignited by his fire, and released the seals of time with her willingness to conceive, what has been written line upon line. Ruth walked a hidden path alone. And yet, she was given favor to glean all she desired. And in doing so, she began to realize she was not her own. While Esther moved in amazement to an inner room to understand and experience the call of a union, that could not keep Jesus in the tomb.

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Follow the River: In the flight of an eagle, I see so many things, grace, endurance, and the strength of his wings. In the call of the turtledove, I hear a song reminding me continually of who I am and to whom I belong. In the depths of his eyes, I see his desire, moving me, melting me, in the warmth of this fire. In the call of his voice, I hear of a love that frees all who draw near.

 

Heart of Gold: Skilled as a lion and gentle as a lamb, this pathway symbolizes the great I am. Revealing a fire that burns free, the missions possible, and love is the key. The heavens open, the ground quakes, and one begins to understand and see, that it takes delicate wings and a heart of gold to move freely and discreetly, through pathways of old.

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