KWA writing assignment

 

KWA writing assignment

write from the perspective of John in exile or Paul waiting to die.

Dale Cupo

11/5/23

Beloved disciple

 

 

My Lord, what have I done? As I await sentencing for being a follower of the way, I ponder did I do enough? Will I have the wherewith all to proclaim you in the face of persecution? Lord my heart troubles me, I fear my weaknesses are so pervasive that I will crumble and give into fleshly fear.  My dear Jesus, I have known you as my refuge and strong tower, yet the doubts assail me. Have I been obedient to you and given witness to your goodness?  Help me to remember who you are and to be able to hear your voice. What is in your heart to say to those I will be leaving behind? Help me to hear your words and write them to leave a true legacy for your glory…

My beloved daughter write these words…

 I AM who I am, yet I am not far off from my children. My dear ones I ache to hold you and for you to know unequivocally you are worth it! To my church, my bride, do not grow weary though all seems shaky, and chaos seems to be swirling around you, this is my call to you. Look up. Turn the eyes of your heart to me and keep looking for me. I am here. Quiet your minds and lay down your idols. OH not those big looming wooden types but the secret tiny idols like family, security, fear, work and identity. These hinder my bride from truly surrendering to me. Listen well my dear ones I call you forth not in shame but into the expanse of my love. The choice is and always has been yours but, in these times ahead, I desire for you to be so anchored in my love and so I ask for that relinquishing.  I will not force you, but my hands are ready to receive that which binds you from grabbing hold of my love for you. I invite you my sweet ones to come away and invest your time in seeking me not in obtaining likes on social media. My heart breaks for those who doubt my love and for those who have yet to receive my gift of salvation. But even in this I am not laying a burden upon your shoulders but requesting you simply come to me, be my bride, my lover and allow me to show you how I move mountains to be with you.

People Pleasing

 Play the game

Be the same

The voices whisper again and again 

Keep up the smiles 

Try to be in style 

The lies continue to pile 

Spirit of people pleasing 

Ever teasing

Mind always reeling 

Coiling serpent stealing

Breath and life fading 

Emotions cascading 

The cry for freedom 

From this people pleasing 

Total surrender needed

Pride, shame and fear

Your time has drawn near 

Fear of man can disappear 

Fear of the Lord crystal clear 

That’s where to  aim that’s how to end the game!

At the crossroads of Hopewell Rd. and Bondesville

 

At the crossroads of Hopewell Rd. and Bondesville

 

                                                 

 On my commute to work one day I came down to an intersection I frequently cross.  This day my heart was battling to hold onto positivity. As I stopped at the light and looked up, the two crossroads stood out; Hopewell rd. and  Bondsville rd. I was overcome with the thought, which road will you take, The Holy Spirits whisper to me, will you go the way of hope or bondage? 

  At the crossroads, which way to go

 Familiar fleshly desires directing the show

Well acquainted sight and senses

Trekking along unawares ,

 

suddenly sidetracked into the trenches

Hearts bereft, disappointed and grieving 

Bitterness, anger and hopelessness receiving 

 

Now Ensnared, led by another’s will

This treacherous way to Bondsville.

Twisted vines becoming burdened chains.

Lost hope now enslaves.

 

At the Crossroads

 

Oh, to Hopewell Road the way is tough

To have faith and believe He is enough

 Higher thoughts point to heavenly truth.

This way with little Tangible proof

To wait for the possibility of more,

Will He bring back, make new, restore?

To have trust and confidence?

This hope belies all commonsense!

This the perspective away from hell

To Hopewell Road where one hopes well

 

Here at the crossroads which way will you go?

 

The day the waves came in and crashed upon my heart

The day the waves came in and crashed upon my heart.

it all seemed so unexpected.

Had the tide been turning, and I somehow missed the signs?

unable to catch my very breath, disoriented grabbing and pulling on anything nearby.

the pain seeping into the most inconvenient places

The questions leaving bitter taste.

 all rational thought dissipated.

the Anger, rage and shame never anticipated.

The day the waves came in and crashed upon my heart.

How to begin again the hardest part

To take stock and behold how the signs were there.

To take responsibility for my own trepidation and fear

But also, in truth some waves are not my fault.

Disappointment, desire and blame pieces of the assault

dusting off the salty remnants from the crashing surf,

dying to what was and understanding the hurt

Holding onto my saviors’ hands

Confident now in the weapons I command

No longer the same  the day the waves came and crashed upon my heart

What is your sound

August 2021...During a time of worship, I saw the Lord give me a tabletop harp, an oboe and bagpipes.

Later I looked up what they symbolize.

Harp= Music of Angels" a sacred instrument of healing. It has the power of vibration to touch us deeply on many levels.

Oboe= it is delicate yet harmonious. A distinct sound (I have a distinct sound that matters)

Bagpipes= instrument of power, symbol of mourning, freedom and strength. It is a battle sound.

What is your sound? 

We are all meant to have a voice, a sound in this world and sometimes it works in harmony with others, sometimes it is a solo and sometimes it creates dissonance. When we play our heavenly melodies and release our notes together with others in unity, we create a beautiful sound.

 Are you like an angelic harp with music that soothes and brings healing? Are you like an oboe, unique and distinct? Or like a bagpipe, strong and powerful, declaring battle. Sometimes we are a combination or in different seasons called to make a different sound. Get to know your sound and make a joyful noise with it. Learn to play your tune in the right times and seasons with the right instrument!

 

Reframing my perspective

 writing and painting from 6/2021 journal entry

Dead things fill my sight, heart numb and blurry, reframe with larger lenses, more definition coming into view, Now discerning shape and color. Reframe yet again and glimmers of hope begin to shine. Reframing, encompassing the bigger picture life more evident. Reframing our hearts... how often do we look from the lenses of death and bitterness, allowing emotions to make friend into foe, daily life into drudgery and worries into catastrophe. What if we were to step back from our narrow focus on what is dead and began to reframe it looking for the life and hope in the situation.

Shaking the Cobwebs

Shaking the Cobwebs

Vacant empty spaces 

filled with gossamer thread

vision obscured and dull

senses frozen in dread

lies spun and spiraled around

silky filaments binding with fear

The hour to move forward

the time has drawn near.

Power and authority given

to shake the cobwebs free

Breaking the enemies encasing

Invitation to clearly see

Life in the full bright and illuminated

walk through the woven maze

stepping over the debris

Declaring His goodness in praise.