my God is not my genie
Photo by Keith R. Good
matchless in my greatest need
sovereign in my petty dream
may my hopes pursue Your lead
may Your bidding reign supreme
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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
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December 26, 2015
December 25, 2015
LITTLE LAMB
Not all little lambs breathe earth’s air,
finger blanket’s silk,
rock-a-bye with Grandma,
hold Daddy’s hand,
sleep with a sibling,
laugh with their poppa,
or lay against Momma’s breast.
They never know sadness or hunger,
failure or pain,
the loss of a loved one,
or fear of the dark.
Some breathe Heaven’s sweet scent, and nap
in the arms of the Lamb of God
Marie Elena Good, 2012
I can’t say I understand the hows and whys of a new and deeply wanted heart that was suddenly halted late Christmas night, 2012. But this I know — God knows the baby’s name, and its life is in His hands.
Someday we’ll hold you, precious little grandbaby. Your mommy and daddy miss you every day.
UPDATE: Today (five years later), this little lamb was given a gift. His momma wanted him cremated and placed in an urn to keep forever. However, since he was too young to be considered a “person” and given a certificate of death, there seemed to be nothing that could be done. But there are kind, caring people in the world. The director of an area funeral home not only found a way to do it, but they will do a service and provide an urn completely free of cost.
Today, this little lamb was given a name: Noah Ezekial. Though he was too young to be sure of the sex, his momma chose this name for its meaning:
Comfort and Rest, and God Strengthens.
My heart is full.
December 21, 2015
I THIRST
Photo by Keith R. Good
For this I’ve learned – we’re not immune
To dampened dreams beneath the moon
Where love lies fallow, barren, spent;
Where thirsting hearts are spurned and rent.
My Jesus, quench my burning need
And to your living water, lead
Where charred remains of love are nursed;
Where hearts will thrive and never thirst.
John 4:14 “… but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst.”
© Marie Elena Good – 2012
December 10, 2015
DELIVERED (Sonnet to Jesus, Our Redeemer)
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
I prayed for one I love for countless years,
For healing of her heart, her mind, her soul.
My faith was often blinded by my tears,
Just longing for my loved one to be whole.
A Savior’s unremitting hunt pursued.
In sacrificial, unrestricted love,
Each moment and heart-rending instance used
To draw her broken spirit’s eyes above.
The enemy at work may mystify,
But his sick plot is frail and deeply flawed.
His seeming grip on us is just a lie –
He’s simply powerless against our God.
Her life in Jesus wondrously revealed,
Now with His Holy Spirit, she is sealed!
October 13, 2015
And What of Joy?
This world may have some issues I can’t solve –
Some great enough to trigger pain or fear;
Some threatening to make my life revolve
‘round stresses, whether certain or unclear.
This fallen world may never right its wrongs,
May never be at peace, nor ever learn
The value of a love that seeks and longs
To emanate affection and concern.
Though incidents endeavor to destroy,
To pierce our heart’s contentment as a knife,
My Jesus, how I thank You that my joy
Does not depend on happiness in life!
Unending joy of sinner-been-set-free,
Your grace and mercy are enough for me.
© Marie Elena Good, 2015
October 4, 2015
SILLY LITTLE LOVE POEM (for my Keith)
Did you notice
That I noticed
You were noticing me too?
Did your eye
Catch my eye
When I eyed those eyes of blue?
Were you touched
When we touched
Accidentally (if that’s true)?
Did you see
That I sighed
As I saw your soul shine through?
Did you sense
The immense
Magnetism, me to you?
Do you know
You’re loved so,
And I’m glad I said “I do.”
August 9, 2015
OF LORD AND LOSS (a Sonnetina Tre)
When depth of pain has plunged to ocean’s floor,
And memories seem to marinate in tears;
When anguish tries to overtake your core;
When every conscious thought confirms your fears,
I stand in awe of what I see in you –
Your joy in Christ still manages to shine
Despite the flames of hell you’re walking through –
The fruit of lives abiding in the Vine.
Our Father fully comprehends your loss –
Your son now lives, because His bore the cross.
June 20, 2015
BECAUSE (Happy Father’s Day, Dad.)
Dad and Mom
Because you love and respect,
I love and respect.
Because you are content with modest means,
I am content with modest means.
Because you cherish simple pleasures,
I cherish simple pleasures.
Because you value my mother,
I married a man who values me.
Because you are loving and just,
I easily see my Heavenly Father as loving and just.
And so, Dad, I love you
just because.
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Just yesterday you received a visit from a yesteryear student. He is not the first to take time from his busy life to travel out of his way to spend time with his once-upon-a teacher. In my opinion, your students were blessed to have been born in a time and location that placed them under your musical direction and life tutelage. They learned what hard work, dedication, honesty, and enthusiasm would do for them.
… and if they were blessed, how much more so am I? And how can I adequately express how deep my thankfulness, respect, and love are rooted? I can’t. But I can write a little poem, and put it out here for you to see and return to if ever you doubt that I see you as a gift from my heavenly Father Himself. Always.
June 20, 2015
LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON
I was drawn to their son.
The kind blue eyes
That softened, and crinkled in the corners
When they dared make contact with mine.
The broad shoulders,
That beckoned me to lay my head
Against the chest they framed.
The unassuming demeanor
That spoke volumes to me
Of how he was raised.
But my heart had been wounded.
My trust had been broken.
My spirit was guarded.
Until I met them.
And I saw
The kind blue eyes
That softened, and crinkled in the corners
When they made contact with hers.
The kiss placed tenderly on her head.
The hand that gently stroked her cheek.
The whispered prayer that honored her.
The heart that took in
Every word she spoke,
Every breath she drew.
And I knew
Their son,
Who was stealing my heart,
Could be trusted.
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Happy Father’s Day to my father-in-law and my husband, You are both dearly loved.
June 18, 2015
TEACH WHAT MATTERS
What matters the skin
Or shape of the eyes
From which well the tears
Of final goodbyes?
What matters the weapon
When brandished with hate?
Teach precious ones love
While proud tongues debate.
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