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.

 

To all the men who have been towing the line

 To all who are weary 

To all the men who have been towing the line

the Lord says..."Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest".

To those men who have been prodding and  pulling like the ox yoked by itself, the season has come to stop towing that line. The numbing and busyness is no longer the escape it once was. The burden has you at a stand still, frozen in step.

I hear the Lord inviting you  to "take my yoke upon you and learn from me," That this is a season to look back and see what you have been pulling, to see the cart full of dead and useless things. The Lord is inviting you to unburden yourself with him, looking at what needs to be let go of and allowing him to carry the burdens. For so many years you have towed the line trying to carry the load for your families and others but now is the time to learn For" His yoke is easy and His burden is light.” Jesus is calling to you to come and follow him, to trust your weary soul to him. Abba daddy wants to hold all that you have silently been holding onto or inside you, the pain, the misunderstanding, the heaviness, all of it. 

 The work you are being invited into is just this "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Verdant Poultice

                                                                   

In the quiet and stillness music swirling around

There my healing found

Gratitude for the simple things

My soul learning a new song to sing

Vivid scene; earthly plants gathered in heavenly bouquet

Verdant poultice upon my heart, hand overlaid

Shackles and anxious bondage breaking

No Giving or taking

Just receiving in this moment, this day

Truth and regeneration through green pathway

The Latin root word ver means “truth” or “true.”

Verde= green in Spanish

Verdad = Truth

Verdant =Lush , green full of growth

 Green symbolizes the breaking of shackles, freedom from bondage. It is the color of fertility. In the Christian context, it represents bountifulness, hope and the victory of life over death. It is one of the colors associated with Christmas, and the long season of the Trinity in summer.

 

The language of flowers and the cycle of shame.

Shames highway...hiding, withdrawal and isolation

leading to where  pride is found. 

Self righteousness declaring it's own way, winding into judgment's gate where bitterness and accusation await. 

Tiring out, arriving at the threshold of surrender and sorrow, hearts weighed down.

 Passing back into shame town. Dead ended road, looping around and around...

Until grace and mercy flowing, washing, placing a new crown 

.Opening the entrance to paths rich in humility, where peace and love abounds.

Empire verses Shalom

Empire seeping, creeping, defining skewing vision,

                                                        All about Control and acquisition.

Story writer ever wooing and pursuing,

 undoing brokenness

leading us through the wilderness.

Still, Domination spilling into all creation,

 laying a false foundation in all the nations.

To get , to build, to hold onto our aspirations.

Repenting, lamenting and  truly representing.

 A new narrative given, To be turned upside down, 

worldly views no longer contending.

Kingdom come for his glory,

Reorient to the true story, widows, orphans, oppressed and poor

Read the words written before...

Mankind's greatest failure?

The lack of Amor.

Trusting the author, he is our freedom fighter.

When we like his son dismantle selfishness, 

empire to be undone.

Thirsty and hungry crying out

How now will we give account?

                                                       

 

tigers in a cage

 

Tigers in a cage

Wild creatures tamed into submission

Fierceness in remission

Taught to fear

And act like Rover

The circus act done and over

Restless heart stirring

Rage beneath burning

Tigers in a cage

Either pouncing on all that comes near 

or crouching low in pain

Cages broken open long ago

The true master to retrain

To release into holy wild

The brave bold child

Coming out of our cages

A power filled, beautiful story

Fierceness in all its glory

  

healing relationships be like

Quilled armor ensues

A life time of wounds

Soft underbelly protected

The fortress defended

This job of staying close

Feeling like Prickles and pokes

Two porcupines engaged

Tiptoing around in a cage

For Healing and growth

Try a new approach

Daily on the journey

Offering grace and mercy

Bestowing Ribbons and flowers

Not to tear down but empower