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Moondance
Under a canopy of wandering
stars
I waded through a sea of wheat
As the moon shone down in a
stream of light
Caressing the bristled shafts
like a mother comforting her
child
With a delicate kiss and a
glowing smile.
Crickets began to sing, a
thousand songs
In a single voice. A
rustled applause
Began to grow and I could feel
the conductor
Take the stage and with a
sweeping wave
millions of frayed batons began
to keep time,
As wind directed the evening's
chorus.
Bristled waves lapped at my
sides
In unison with the crickets'
song
When an orbiting voice called
to me.
"Release your fears and rise
above
The soiled bonds of Earth, come
dance a lunar jig
With the queen of the evening
sky."
That is God
I rise up
And watch the dawning
Of another day
In the glory
And fullness
That is God.
Colors sing praises
To the wonder
And the majesty
That is God.
Birds sing,
The dew shimmers,
And I am filled
With the wonder
That is God.
Sometimes we go too fast,
And we forget
To look and see
The beauty,
And the Glory
That surrounds us
That is God.
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Let Go
Letting go is hard
Even when you know it’s
right.
God says to follow Him,
Leaving everything and
everyone.
Don’t look back, don’t
look back;
Remember Lot’s wife!
Letting go is hard
Even Jesus had difficulty
Leaving His friends,
But He didn’t leave them
alone;
Just call on Him
And the Holy Spirit is
already there.
Letting go is hard
When it’s not your idea.
Sometimes you hear God’s
voice
But you’re not really
listening,
It’s just your own desires
Closing your ears and
shouting over God.
Letting go is easier
When you finally open your
ears
And God subdues your
fears.
Letting go is easier
When God shows you His
idea
And it’s better than your
own.
Letting go is easier
When you realize
You’re not really letting
go,
You’re just letting God.
“...whoever loses his life
For My sake shall find
it.”
Matt. 16:25
Java
Steam gently rises
From a mystical brew
As it swirls in ebony hue
A steady stream
Of liquid exhilaration
Fills a pot to the brim
Motivation for the morn
Warmth from the cold
Comfort for the soul
A cup is all it takes
A pot is never enough
To curb a coffee buff
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