Ashes strewn to the ocean
have returned to us as birds.
Notes are tied to these messengers
for the ones who have waited too long.
You felt forgotten amongst the heavy agenda
of Heaven's timetables.
Intercessions floating up to the throne
didn't seem to bear your particular fragrance.
But God has written down something for you
in his own hand.
Communion is once again opening
with lines that are clear.
You've been blessed with the
blessings of fumbling Thomas.
We too, have felt the doubt and the pain.
We too, can reach into the side of Christ
and come away with resurrections of faith
on wounds and scars, transformed.
Jenneth Graser
The Sound of Amen - this newly released collection of 100 poems for download at Noisetrade is birthed out of a one year pilgrimage with God through difficulty, loss, the end of seasons and the beginning of new things. Discover an adventure into the deep places of your listening heart.
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Reach into the Side
Labels:
doubting Thomas,
faith,
healing,
hope,
loss,
resurrection,
waiting
I am married to my wonderful husband Karl and have three lovely girls. I am a Homeschool Mom, author and explorer of contemplation, prayer, poetry, going deeper and higher in the love of God, devotional music, piano playing, and creative expression. I am a pilgrim on this earth!
Monday, September 12, 2016
What Hurts and what is Healing
I find myself open to sound,
Quiet on the morning's gift.
Dancing waves of Arabic rhythm
Syncopate with the formation of
Every letter on the page.
There is forgiveness to be released.
Myself reminded, our own treasures
Grow in the blessings we bestow, unmerited.
People wait today
For art to dip into their pain with something
To show how grateful adoration
Appeases loss.
People waiting as a gift between the
Holding walls of my abode.
The gift I capture with my hands
Open wide in thanks, to let each soar away
And settle on my shoulder
Of their own free choice.
I find myself a radiant blessing on the eye's
Reflection of the man who loves me so;
He does not need reminding that his bliss is mine
And mine is to be his, always.
I find myself open, and opening wider.
I find myself new and old, both new and old.
I find myself placed, inside the place
That feels just right for me to be for
Now, alongside what hurts and is healing,
Both: what hurts and what is healing.
Jenneth Graser
Quiet on the morning's gift.
Dancing waves of Arabic rhythm
Syncopate with the formation of
Every letter on the page.
There is forgiveness to be released.
Myself reminded, our own treasures
Grow in the blessings we bestow, unmerited.
People wait today
For art to dip into their pain with something
To show how grateful adoration
Appeases loss.
People waiting as a gift between the
Holding walls of my abode.
The gift I capture with my hands
Open wide in thanks, to let each soar away
And settle on my shoulder
Of their own free choice.
I find myself a radiant blessing on the eye's
Reflection of the man who loves me so;
He does not need reminding that his bliss is mine
And mine is to be his, always.
I find myself open, and opening wider.
I find myself new and old, both new and old.
I find myself placed, inside the place
That feels just right for me to be for
Now, alongside what hurts and is healing,
Both: what hurts and what is healing.
Jenneth Graser
Artist - Christian Schloe
Labels:
forgiveness,
healing,
letting go,
loss,
poetry,
surrender
I am married to my wonderful husband Karl and have three lovely girls. I am a Homeschool Mom, author and explorer of contemplation, prayer, poetry, going deeper and higher in the love of God, devotional music, piano playing, and creative expression. I am a pilgrim on this earth!
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