Moment with You

Lent is a time for self-purification. A time to renew and deepen our relationship with God. A time to forgive and be forgiven. A time to heal and be healed. A time for love and peace to reign in our hearts. A time to savor the saving power of Christ's passion and death. A time to love and live for others.

Lord, now is my moment with You.

Let nothing come between me and You.

My life is worth living because of You.

I am nothing without You. 

Posted for: Theme Thursday for March 29, 2012 - MOMENT 

                       Poetry Jam

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Presence

You are here!

Yes

you are!

You woke me up 

with the sound of your rain 

splattering on the roof.

You kissed my cheeks 

with your light breeze.

You tickled my nostrils 

with the salty smell of your sea.

You touched my skin

 with your cool mist.

You thrilled me 

with the sweetest song 

of your sundering waves

 crashing into the shore.

These are a few of my favorite things in life.

Your Divine Presence

 is felt

 everywhere...

speaking of Your steadfast love.

The horizon testifies.

 

My soul watches

 enthralled

 by the magic of nature.

My heart prays

 in gratitude

 for this needed respite

My spirit sings

in exultation!

I  rejoice

because

of 

Your 

great 

connection!

You are here!

Yes, Lord

You are here!

Posted for:  Poetry Jam:  Connections

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Love's Mirror

 my heart's reflection

love's mirror beholds your face

 visions of desire

image: Duane Michals

At the Crossroads

I'm at the crossroads

to let go or suffer pain

faith moments on fire

Hope beckons to win

an indecisive battle

 my restless heart screams

God's wisdom I ask

the choice is mine to ponder

to endure or die

Posted for: Haiku Heights prompt: endurance
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Serenity

big lagoon's cool breeze

serenity at it's peak

feel it with closed eyes

The Challenge

The volcano in man erupts

even in the spring time

of one's life.

No matter how angelic

my being yearns to be,

monstrously unfair

breathing creatures

lambaste and stab.

My back arched in pain.

What then is righteous anger

if the core seethes in frustration?

Vengeance is a challenge

like Rabbi who made a whip.