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Tag: prayer

Dream the Love, and Love the Dream (A Wrapped Refrain)

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Photo by Keith R. Good

When poets sigh, they sigh for love –
In awe of fragrant fruit thereof.
To spill the heart from breast to page
Release it from its living cage –
Free fragrant ache to fill the soul, and reach the sky,
And my-oh-my, breathe in love’s scent, when poets sigh.

And how I dream our words would fill
Our world with peace.  With love.  Goodwill.
And I believe that words can heal
And so I’ll write, and speak. Appeal
To peacemakers whose soothing words are as a stream
In moonlit gleam.  It’s how I pray, and how I dream.

When poets write, they seek within
To find the space where dreams begin
Where love writes sighs, and peace prevails
Where words can heal, and goodwill sails
To span the breadth of all that’s true, and there alight.
We’ll dream the love, and love the dream, when poets write.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

MY WANDERING HEART

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“Bind my wandering heart to Thee.”
 (From Robert Robertson’s hymn Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing)

MY WANDERING HEART

Lord, I need Thee every instant;
Need to feel my hand in Yours.
When I feel my heart grow distant,
Call me back to heaven’s shores.

Lord, I long for angel voices
Harmonizing all day through,
Triggering my soul’s rejoicing!
Set my heart to praising You!

Lord, that I won’t wander far,
Faint in faith, and unfulfilled,
Lift my eyes to Christ Child’s Star
Where my heart is awed, and stilled.

Lord, I need Thee every hour.
Give ear to my earnest plea:
Hug me in Your staying power.
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

NORTHWEST OHIO

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I live among the oak, and pine.
The locust.  The buckeye.
The sugar and silver maples.
Home is dappled sunlight.

In nearby fields, green corn and soy,
orange pumpkins, or golden wheat
contrast against intense-blue sky.

No wonder why the man I love
longs to return to farming the land,
missing the “big toys” he used to enjoy.
The open fields that call his name,
and leave space for breath and prayer.

©  Marie Elena Good, 2018

un câlin pour un allié (a hug for an ally)

Nice France

Hate reigns. What remains
To say?  To pray?
We disavow
(somehow)
Our sin in errant skin –
Our callous view of life
As strife endures, and carnage lures
The vilest mind.
Oh, mankind!
Weep desolately deep
As France steeps in blood,
And floods of tears release
A piece of Nice.

 

© Marie Elena Good

Pathya Vat Prayer Verse

Pathya Vat Prayer verse

Sadly finding
Old fashioned prayer
Wretchedly rare;
Socially railed

 

© Marie Elena Good

IN PERIL

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This shining city on a hill
Has but a flicker of goodwill.
Our homeland’s in profound unrest;
Precarious as a young stork’s nest.
No longer held in high esteem …

Yet pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.

Our brethren’s blood runs through our streets.
Unwelcome history repeats.
We’ve chosen shady and debased
To fill an office that’s disgraced
While haters hate, and schemers scheme.

Still pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.

But God grants vision to the blind,
Redeems the lost; restores mankind.
His faithfulness is unsurpassed,
As through it all, His love holds fast.
My hopefulness remains agleam …

While pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.

© Marie Elena Good, 2016

A WEEK IN HAIKU

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Photo by Keith R. Good

 

“… for His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning.”  ~ Lamentations 3

 

Dawn’s light emerges,
Hastening a new week’s cares.
Her knees, eroding.

Vivid moss roses
Flamboyant ruby hummers
Adore(n) her prayer walk

A murky morning.
Gloom seems to silence nature.
A still, small Voice calls.

The sun failed to rise,
She believes.  And so she seeks
Son’s radiant grace.

Unsettling dream
Halted by sound of music
Caroled in her heart

Her heart feels absent;
Her spirit, arid and parched.
A gentle rain falls.

As dusk’s light withdraws,
She reaches out for His hand,
And there, finds her heart.

 

© Marie Elena Good

YAWEH ELOHIM

YAHWEH ELOHIM

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

Oh, For a Crown to Return

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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

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