After school, two five-year-old boys
Hug and cry in the parking lot
As one is moving far away
And how would it be possible
To span that large of a distance
When you are two five-year-old boys
Whose parents are not acquainted
And all there is left to do is
Hold each other and cry
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
Photo credit: Pixabay.com
Photo by Keith R. Good
This is the first time I have posted words gleaned from someone else. I created this little site to be a place to pair my own poetry with images from others … but these words from my pastor so richly and deeply touched me, I wanted to share them here. As is often the case, one of my husband Keith’s photos serves as a perfect backdrop.
If you do not know this Yahweh Elohim Pastor Kain speaks of, I would be honored to introduce Him to you. Feel free to leave a comment below, with a way to get in touch with you.
Marie
He’s not Prince Charming – nor I, Snow White.
He’s loved me, not as spell-bound knight
in dreamy woodland’s moon-spilled light,
nor magic-carpet star-strewn flight.
A quiet man who’s loved me through
the ugliness real life can brew.
No fairy tale – More trials in queue,
This noble man fulfills “I do.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
Happy 25th, Keith. Though ours is not a fairy tale love, it’s far deeper than enchanted storybook romance. I love you and thank God many times per day for you.
PHOTO BY REBECCA TRUMBULL PHOTOGRAPHY
A tortured, thorn-crowned costly love –
Above, sun-darkened firmament.
Below, the Man on cursed tree hangs –
Birth pangs of earth. A curtain rent.
My Lord became my sin for me –
His skin was scourged; His soul besieged.
His Father turned His face away –
Their plan unchanged since first conceived.
What great a sacrifice was made –
The price was paid, unmerited.
For though I’ve sinned against my God,
His riches I’ve inherited.
Implausibly, He holds a crown
For my unworthy head to bear.
But I will lay mine at His feet –
My heart replete; my answered prayer.
© Marie Elena Good 2016
When Jesus came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe, Pilate said to them, “Here is the man!” ~ John 19:5
I am coming soon. Hold fast what you have, so that no one may seize your crown. ~ Revelation 3:11
Christ Jesus Messiah
Humbled Himself, taking the form of a slave
Regarded others more highly than Himself
Innocent, He bore our sins
Sacrificed in life
Triumphant in death!
Photo by Keith R. Good
Winter streams give life,
Yet how icy are the veins
Through which blood runs cold.
Photo by Marie Elena Good
Empty nest
Egg, emptied
Spent on health
Caring not
Whether they
Lose their nest
What matters
Is breathing
Each other
Pay no mind
when her mind
no longer recognizes you.
Just love,
and repeat.
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.
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
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