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Living Water

I’m a prickly pear cactus
living in this hot Mojave Desert

They call my home
Death Valley for good reason

Life-giving water is scarce
but I know how to survive

When the rains come
I store up this treasure
deep in my veins

It sustains me when
the inevitable dry days come

I’m a Christian
living in this spiritually dry land

They call my home
earth, a fool’s paradise

Life-giving water is scarce
but I know how to survive

When I hear God’s Word
I store up this treasure
deep in my soul

It sustains me when
the inevitable dry days come

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For the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today, Mish wants us to write poetry inspired by the Southwest, by the desert. I love the desert—the warmth and dryness appeal to me in a way the green and rain of the Pacific Northwest (where I live now) never could.

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The Wild Blue Yonder

Today the sun is shining bright
The sky is cerulean blue
Spring flowers bloom ev’rywhere

I see that God is ev’rywhere
Because of His countenance bright
My spirit is sunny, not blue

Honesty of the heavens blue
Reveals God’s mercy ev’rywhere
Hope of a future so bright

Yonder bright, deepest blue is ev’rywhere

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The NaPoWriMo optional prompt today is to write a Tritina, which is like half a Sestina. Well, I love the Sestina, but writing one can take the better part of a day or two. The Tritina is much more manageable.

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Light in the Corners

My story shines bright
When Christ is the light within
His merciful torch
Exposing darkness and sin
Spirit heals my brokenness

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This Tanka was inspired by experience at the Faith & Culture Writers’ Connection I attended last night. Our guest speaker was Paul J. Pastor whose book The Face of the Deep was recently released. All parts of the evening spoke to the Holy Spirit’s healing power in the dark places of our hearts.

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Faith Enough

Take #1

I have faith enough to believe that God can heal
But do I have enough to trust if He does not

I believe enough to know that faith is real
But do I know enough to test what I am taught

I trust enough to feel the Spirit’s seal
But do I perceive enough His deepest thought

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Take #2

I have faith enough
to believe that God can heal
But do I have enough
to trust if He does not

What if this sickness
forever does endure
Will I succumb to hopelessness
or claim a promise sure

I trust that God can take away
every single ounce of pain
But do I trust His answer
as His provident domain

Without this lingering wound
where would my compassion be
I must have faith enough to trust
what only God can see

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Sharing for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. Two poems with the same first stanza but different line breaks and a slightly different focus. Also sharing at A Dash of Sunny‘s Prompt Night, which I just discovered yesterday.

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Teach Me

Teach me, Lord
the way I should go
I will follow You
so peace I’ll know

Show me, Lord
the things I should do
I’ll rely on Your Spirit
so my errors are few

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Fearless and Afraid

I am afraid and fearless
I wonder why God delays so long
I hear the Holy Spirit speak
I see the answer to all my prayers
I want my answer now
I am afraid and fearless

I pretend that all is well within
I feel God’s tug at my heart for truth
I touch all that I know will be
I worry my impatience will be my undoing
I cry for those I love who are lost
I am afraid and fearless

I understand that God is sovereign
I say that His ways are perfect and true
I dream of the day when I will no longer doubt
I try to trust Him in all circumstances
I hope for the day when He is victorious
I am fearless and afraid

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A Heart Like Mine

Praise and thanksgiving
for my good deeds
can quite easily lead
to thinking I’m good enough
all on my own
I don’t need God’s mercy

Comparing myself
to the evil all around me
can inflate my self-esteem
just the same

But when I peel back
the layers of my heart
Peer at what’s beneath
the kindness and goodness
that on the surface reside
I see a different story

I see petty jealousy
that another should have
an opportunity for rest
that I feel I’ve been denied

Another layer and I see
anger and unforgiveness
over a recurring transgression
even though Jesus commanded
I forgive to infinity

Another layer and I see
bitterness and frustration
towards those I claim to love
Yet I hold onto this
record of wrongs
revisiting each transgression
to fuel the fire of indignation

And I see doubt
that God will ever answer
my prayers for change
my prayers for healing
I see impatience
quickness to anger

I see a heart
that wants to be
consoled with food—cookies and chips
with entertainment distractions
and all those things
that do my body and soul
no earthly or heavenly good

As I peel back the layers
I see a heart in desperate need
of a Savior and of mercy
and I wonder at His patience
with a heart that’s prone to wander
I wonder at His grace
and delay of justice
for a heart like mine

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Listening – A Cinquain

Praying
for discernment
requires a careful ear
one must listen so to hear the
answer

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Indwelling

Alabaster
Brilliant white
Holy Spirit perfume
In jars of clay
Miracle

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Incomprehensible

Sometimes I do not understand
What has come from Your hand

Your Word is difficult to grasp
Yet to Your truth I tightly clasp

I know You are faithful and true
Before creation all things You knew

You know me as only You can
How my life fits Your master plan

Even though You’re incomprehensible
Your every decree is fully defensible

You are omniscient, holy, and wise
You are attentive to creation’s cries

For justice and an end to all evil
Even if that means a major upheaval

Of what we know as the status quo
It all must go when the trumpets blow

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