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

Binary Quandary

 Binary Quandary

Broken in two's as if it were a pair of shoes

This notion of either/or

Its just our way of keeping score

The notion of good and evil, shouldn't and should

Shalom so misunderstood

The lenses of duality

Casting  judgement and morality 

lesser and greater the measure . 

Polarity seeping into all cracks and crevices

our rights, our preferences. 

Celestial lens see's broken and in need of repair

  not better or worse or something to despair

Just in need of eternal love and care

Loop poetry Prompt "Fragile"

 

Loop poetry Prompt "Fragile"

Deep with in fragile sapling,

easily blown and fractured by any wind.

and yet deeper still roots from a mighty oak anchor,

a strength built over time in intimacy.

Decaying and dead branches, brittle and breaking

but still I can withstand the shaking.

Fragile parts give way to new life.

the stragglers

The ones that straggle behind, those tree's  that have not yet shed the old. So fascinating to see them nestled in between the naked  tree's. The mighty tall tree's so easily displaying their branches , bare  for all to see, knowing that soon the budding of the new will come. This winter I am seeing a fresh these ones who cling to the old, how sweetly their  leaves rustle in the wind or dance a fluttering dance, long after the beauty of fall. Spring is approaching and I wonder when , when will they finally let go so the new will come. But then am brought to task to just enjoy them as they are and not hurry the process. To gain appreciation not only for what will come but for what is. Beauty is to be found in the present even while anticipating what the next season will bring.