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He who directs my steps,
smooths my path.
He moistens my parched lips
with song.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: God
November 10, 2017
August 21, 2017
America’s Solar Eclipse, 2017
Photo credit: Eduardo Munoz/Reuters
These States, United,
looked to the heavens, as one
nation under God
#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen
The Monument of Liberty State is photographed while the solar eclipse is seen over Liberty State Island in New York, Aug. 21, 2017. Photo credit: Eduardo Munoz/Reuters
May 1, 2017
Israelite’ish
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
Tell me again
how You parted
the waters
that threatened my soul
to sink.
Remind me
the healings
when reeling
from lie’s ink;
death’s brink.
Retell the hell
from which
you snatched my feet.
Unseat untruth
I tell my past.
I ask, let’s talk
of solid rock
that drenched the earth
and quenched
my thirst.
Recall for me
the blood-soaked tree –
the guarantee
you set me free
from me.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
April 30, 2017
THE GOD I KNOW (a sonnet to my Savior)
Bleeding Heart Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
I used to think I knew the God I know.
But over time, I’ve come to know Him more.
More intimately close than long ago,
I’ve learned more of this Heart I can’t ignore.
In part, I’ve come to recognize my sin
As more egregious than I had before.
This veil of righteousness is wispy thin,
For I am but a sinner at my core.
The realization of the heart of God,
Whose love spilled blood for even such as I
(A seemingly good woman, deeply flawed),
Just makes me long to praise and glorify
The One who drew me to Him as a child,
In whom I’ve grown remarkably beguiled.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
April 6, 2017
Last Sunday
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
The sermon was on forgiveness. My mind was as blank as the 3 x 5 card, on which we were encouraged to write the name of someone we need to forgive. Surely there is someone in my life in need of my forgiveness. I can think of no one. Not one. I contemplated and prayed in intervals, while listening to the sermon.
“Marie, I don’t need your forgiveness.”
Though inaudible, the sudden voice was clear, adamant, and authoritative … and just as full of love and understanding as anything I could imagine. At first, I argued.
“Of COURSE there is nothing to forgive! You are my GOD!”
How tender a God
who loves me as I hold Him
accountable.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
May 23, 2015
AN IMPERFECT POET (Sonnet for a Merciful God)
My Lord is great, and greatly to be praised.
In Him, I live and breathe, and take delight.
Yet, even though I’m awed and stand amazed,
My hollow words do not reflect His might.
How regal is Your name in all the earth!
Lord, who am I, that You would care for me?
Creator of my heart before my birth,
I long for it to be a light for Thee.
Now, “may the meditation of my mind,
And words upon my lips,” as David urged,
“Be pleasing in Your sight,” and may You find
Offensive ways concealed in me, now purged.
Imperfect poet, bound in mercy’s frame,
I seek to daily lift Your sacred name.
May 16, 2015
All that Glitters
Photo by Leland K. Good
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