Only Love

March 1, 2010

I love you darling
to new hieghts and depths daily
moment by moment

~*~

you summons me to
our quiet sanctuary
only love is heard

~*~

Affection

September 24, 2009

During the night, I reach out for You. You draw me into the warmth of Your bosom. I lay my head upon Your chest. You embrace me and quiet the drumming that plagues my tired mind.

Silence, at last.

Your steady heartbeat becomes audible. Your peaceful-self assurance is relaxing yet invigorating. To think, all existence is held firmly in Your control, yet You take time for this intimate moment. You inspire me, my Love. I feel the strength and confidence that is You. Stars twinkle throughout the galaxy in response to Your smile. You kiss my brow with moonlight.

Our hearts beat in unison, its rhythm soothes my restlessness. A blissful surge of peace drives out every debilitating inhibition and doubt. You breathe life into me, once again. I find the sweetest comfort in Your arms.

Your quiet whispers brush vivid strokes of healing over my weary body. Your voice holds the fresh softness of raindrops and depth of thunder. Your Word feeds my hunger for more of You and satisfies my craving for contentment. Each thought You share fills the vaccuum in my soul created by fear. Your consuming love saturates all of the emptiness I felt before knowing You. Your touch relaxes my senses and drives away the pain.

I am safe with You.

Your love is exclusive. Your jealousy tolerates no sharing of Your place in my heart. You shower me with Your ever perfect love, beauty, grace and eternal affection. Humbly, my God, I accept all that You are and reject anything that does not align with Your Word.

You are my Beloved and I am Yours, Jesus.

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Incomparable

September 15, 2009

You quiet my noisy mind with whispers of hope and peace. You promise a future – eternity with You. Your words are not empty. They are sure and proven, over and again. All power is in Your Word. Time and space are Yours. There is neither power nor thing not under Your command. The seas thunder and roll passionately, yet honor Your periphery. The sun remains in its place, burning fiercely and constantly… a reminder of Your faithful love. Nothing compares to Your love, my Lord. Nothing compares to Thee.

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Haiku: Awaited Solace

September 12, 2009

your words gently weave
a tapestry of passion
threads of purest love

silence surrounds me
except for the clock…ticking
closer to that day

you will hold me close
finally in your embrace
awaited solace 
 
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May I Have This Dance?

August 29, 2009

Today was especially challenging. I woke up lonely. Had it not been for the kids needing breakfast, perhaps I would have spent the day in bed. Not because I was tired, but because my heart was too heavy to get up. How does this happen? I have it all, so it would seem from the outside looking in. I’ve been tremendously blessed… indeed, but I’ve made tremendous misjudgements. As a result, the proverbial bar is raised to a very high standard. As such, sometimes life is a little lonely. It’s okay. Exclusive selection is a process and such a process often takes time.

Time. Precious time.

I peeled myself off the sheets and set about my course for the day, eventually arriving at a yard sale down the street on my way to the Farmer’s Market. There were odds and ends all across the property, large and small for treasure hunters abounding the neighborhood. As I approached the gate to enter the property, my eyes fell upon some framed art displayed along the iron fence. I stopped in stunned amazement. There propped amongst the framed pieces was a print of The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano — my very favorite piece of modern art in all the world. The original painting is a back view of an elegant lady in a stunningly beautiful long, red dress and contrasting bare feet as she is waltzed on a sandy beach by an equally elegant gentleman dressed in tux and tails. They are being serenaded under cover of an open umbrella by a singing butler. Hence, the title of the piece, I would imagine.

Sight of it literally stopped me in my tracks. I stood there, gaping. This print served as a vivid reminder that I am in Daddy God’s arms. This is His dance. The serenade is that of His choosing. Its timing. Its tempo. Its duration. He has given His angels charge over me. He will not allow my foot to slip. The ocean waves can only come as far as He allows. Being the gentleman that He is, He asked me if He could have this dance. I accepted. I follow His lead.

I am quite confident that the artist did not have my metaphoric ideal in mind when his brush graced the canvas, ultimately gifting us with his beautiful masterpiece. However, art  being subjective and all, I adore the piece, holding precious the imagery it inspires in my heart every time I see it.

I bought the print.

One day, in Daddy God’s perfect timing, He is going to allow me to finally waltz with that beautiful man whom He has purposed for my life. Only He knows for sure when and if that will be. God is perfect, you know, and He will not be rushed. I trust that He knows what’s best for me. I know I am precious in His sight. He is so loving to remind me, in ways that only He can, that I am never alone.

I am my Beloved’s and He is mine.

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Indelible Traces

August 19, 2009

Indelible traces of your presence fill the treasury of my heart. Musical. Artistic. Mystical. Poetic. Literary. Liturgical. Historical. Geographical. Biological. Chemical. Curious. Intrigue. Comedy. Tragedy. Ridiculous. Serious. Insane. Sincerity. Humane. Every auspicious wonder somehow expresses your indelible fingerprints all over my life. 

Expression. A thing I can’t quite grasp when it comes to describing the traces you’ve left on my life, my heart and my mind. A thousand expressions. Ten thousand different nuances. Each one new. One impression deep in my soul. Never once did I dream that you would touch me this way.

I’m not even sure of when you arrived. Far before I was aware you were here. You’ve known me forever. From the beginning, it seems.

Indelible traces reveal evidence of where you’ve been along my path and what you’ve seen. You know. You’ve seen with your very own eyes. Your eyes… so knowing.

Indelible traces lead me to places I never known, before you.

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No Fear

July 21, 2009

The most sincere words pour from my heart only to feel searing coals thrust upon my shoulders immediately following the release of them into the atmosphere. Apprehension scorches down my back from not knowing how my words will be received.

Oh, the pain. The pain of unknowing.

I am not responsible for how I am received. I am only responsible for the manner in which I give.

Yet, time has proven over and again that I am my own worst critic, as my words have often been the salve which brings healing to a broken heart, the evasive lyrics to a beautiful melody, the answer to a quandary gnawing at one’s heart and mind. My words, when spoken in kindness, have been the keys unlocking bolted prison doors freeing one from prison walls where others before me have captured and held hostage a loving heart for reasons beyond my knowledge and understanding.

Even so, often, I keep my words locked deep inside… deep down inside… for fear moves me to reconsider my inspiration and I remain paralyzed in the clutches of fear. Fear often moves me to keep my arms reservedly at my sides instead of hugging a soul who needs to feel their battered body and wounded heart wrapped in a compassionate embrace.

God give me the discernment I need from Your heart and mind to move me in the path You have set for me. Move me as You are moved by compassion for the love of Your creation. Help me to understand my fear when it is merely fear and not decorum or propriety but rather, my pride. Help me to know when it is fear that ridicules me as I am indeed good enough, smart enough, rich enough, clever enough and beautiful enough to move at Your Word.

I am Your Beloved and You are mine. I have nothing to fear.

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The Romantic

July 15, 2009

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Romance is in the life we live
with every breath we take
within our every movement
with the ticking of the clock
in the little clinks and tinkles
coming from inside a home
pouring out of windows for
those with ears to hear

jingling of daddy’s keys
as he returns home from work
my darling sweet

mommy’s heels
walking across a wooden floor
my honey’s feet

as dinner sizzles on the stove
sloshing of a washing machine
the fine pages of a Bible being turned in a parlor
sheets ruffling early in the morning
a clicking switch of a lamp at the end of the day

Romance is woven throughout the fabric of life
beheld only by Romantics

One is a Romantic
or one is not

Romantics do not choose to be born as such
like one does not choose eye color
or stature
hair texture
or parents

Romantics have been dipped low
and held tightly to the bosom of God Himself
He kissed slowly and deeply on the mouth
the passionate Romantic before loosing
that one into the world
having left His sweetness on the lips
his stars of wonder in the eyes
his wings of hope upon the feet
and song of love in the heart
of the Romantic

He opened the ears
of the Romantic
to understand the language of love and life

He gave strong arms
to the Romantic
to bear and embrace the wildly mixed load
of burden and blessings
along life’s way

He inspired curiosity
in the Romantic
to seek out answers and beauty
to crack codes of hidden mysteries
where others see only quandry and rhetoric

He gave the Romantic
a bubbling fountain for a soul
to give abundantly to others
according to His purpose
which He doesn’t always disclose

Romantics give all they have
over and again
because the more they give
the more they flourish
drawing from the very heart of God

Being a Romantic
is not always wine and roses
it is a tremendous burden of proof
finding a way
when there seems to be no way

As the Romantic draws closer to God
the more loving and creative a Romantic becomes
for the sake of someone else

Romance is never self serving

My Beloved is the ultimate Romantic
Faithful and True
showing His love anew
with every sunrise and sunset
in every twinkle of smiling eyes
each warm embrace
every single hue of color
every single musical note
every whispering willow
every roaring thunder

My Beloved has not neglected any sorrow
He has saved every tear drop
His promises make perfect
the sweetest wine
to be enjoyed in this waking life
and for certain
in eternity with Him

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Secrets

July 13, 2009

My home was hiding a secret
buried deep within its heart
from outside all seemed perfect
fires crackled in the hearth

I made my home a haven
in a special sort of way
smells coming from inside
invited guests to come and stay

All the woodwork oiled and polished
linens fresh, crisp and clean
all the silver always sparkled
and the crystal always gleamed

But in my home
those were the only flames
that sparked

Apart from candles ever burning
and fresh flowers everywhere
despite aromas wafting
despite laughter in the air

My home was a sanctuary
to everyone but me
My home was hiding a secret
I’d have died had it been seen

All the facts were clear
there for everyone to see
in all my favorite
music
movies
books and
magazines

It was screaming from the artwork
hanging on the walls
depicting my heartfelt longing
beckoning to hear my call

I was alone
so desperately lonely

I cried myself to sleep at night
tears cried silently during showers
I busied myself with tasks and chores
to fill my every hour
to escape the bitter loneliness
the cold and lonely years
and years
and years
Finally
I prayed honestly
despite my deepest fears

Do You hear me, God?
Do You see this?
Do You feel this gaping void?

He stretched forth His hands to me
then and there I knew
He heard
He saw
He felt

Everything

He asked me simple questions
Though I insisted I had failed
Even through my ignorance
His perfect love prevailed

How can something be destroyed
that never was
How can something die
that never lived
How can something leave
that had never arrived
How can you mourn for something
you never had

Give yourself to Me
Truly
Surrender yourself to Me
Trust Me
This battle is not yours
 
My home was hiding a secret
in the depths of its heart

That secret was
Jesus was not Lord of the Manor
He was not King on His rightful throne
He was not the Master of my home

All that is past tense

Jesus is my Lord of Lords
King of my domain
He reigns in the castle of my heart
I’ve taken my Beloved’s Name

Jesus is indeed
Head of my home

He holds the keys
to my heart
to love
security
happiness
fulfillment
peace
rest
tranquility
creativity and
prosperity

I am no longer lonely
He fulfills my every need

I am no longer alone
There are no secrets
in my life
nor in my home

 

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Green Velvet Moss

June 18, 2009

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crystal water gently flows
smoothly over aged river rocks
clear cool mountain springs
sweat streams from summer heat
down, down, down
steep craggy peaks
to azure pools of blue

spring passes now
to summer days
far too swiftly for pause

feel green velvet moss
so rich
plush cushion
beneath our feet
warm sun kisses on
our cheeks
brows
and shoulders bare
bronzing skin
warming souls
resting easily

dusk draws near

listen closely
as evening sighs
sun sinking
slowly beneath
day’s finishline
ribbon broken
race complete
moonbeams tug
the ocean tide

tall grass pillow
beneath our head
gaze upon the starlight canopy
we watch
ancient nightlights
as they
are born
die
fall
align
reveal secrets
to sage observers
who connect the dots
and in our minds
crude sketches draw
unclear
they come to life in dreams
and live or die by dawn