Thanksgiving ~

 

 

 

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The incomparable Gift of Love

even the smallest Glimmer of it

No Greater blessing can pour from

the Windows of Heaven

 

The Love of a moment

- or a Thousand Days -

can fill a heart for a Lifetime,

the Miracle and Magic

lingering long after...

 

It is nothing less

than Homecoming,

this Finding

this being Found,

and one can never be lost again

once the way has been shown

and walked together...

 

the Landscape is changed forever

lush for having Love's

footprints upon it,

loamy with the treasure

lent it for awhile...

 

...such a sweet while...

 

For this supreme Grace

This climax of Creation

The Almighty's Magnum Opus

 

May the Lord make us

 

truly

 

Grateful

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"Now abide faith, hope, and love;
the greatest of these
is Love."
-1 Corinthians 13:13


Wings - haiku II

 

 

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I must know the Art

of Landing, of Groundedness,

in order to Fly

 

~*~

 

I Rest in this Place

Waiting, Watchful Stillness which

precipitates Wings

 

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 Ephesians 3:17-19

Returning

 

"In Returning and Rest you shall be saved..."

-Isaiah 30:15

 

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This Returning, This Rest

This Homecoming

Is Restoration.

 

Like an old, forgotten, Priceless Painting

is Restored,

one neglected, abused, left in dark places

too long exposed to decay

So You find me

So you still see Beauty

The Beauty originally Authored

and Intended by the Artist

You See...

 

You retrieve me out of the dark

out of the decay

You blow the dust off

and begin the meticulous work

of repairing the damage of decades...

 

You Restore my soul

You make new what must be made new

and with the Skill of a Master Artist,

You revive the original masterpiece

and return me

to my rightful place

 

Home again

with You.

 

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"The glory of the new house
will be even greater than the glory of the former,

and in this place, I will give Peace."

-Haggai 2:9

Homecoming

 

 

 

"One Thing is needed"

-Luke 10:42

 

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Our Purpose,

Our entire Purpose

for being on this planet,

is to become

the personification of

The Path we've found

from here to Heaven

 

Meaning,

True Meaning

is Found

in our finding and being found

by The Way,

in being so intimate with The Way

indeed One with Him,

that through our lives

others find their way Home

 

So many are starving to know

 

The Secret of Life...

 

The Secret of Life is living close enough to

the Heart of God

to hear His secrets,

and then to tell the whole world...

and not just to tell the Message,

but to become the Message,

the whole of our lives

becoming harbingers of

His True Heart

 

To become conduits of Christ

to a hungry and thirsty world

is the crux of our whole existence...

to become the Bread of Life
 with which He feeds His sheep

 to become the very Light

by which
He leads them

Home

 

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"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life"

-John 14:6

Reflection - haiku

 

 

 

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let me reflect You

to a world who's eyes are starved

for the True Beauty...

 

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emergence

 

"Awake, O north wind, and come, O south,

Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out..."

-Song 4:16

 

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So many cocoons have held me

And here am I

in the newest nest

once again

waiting for Wings...

 

But Perhaps,

 

in the Waiting,

Because Of

the Waiting

 

I Fly

 

Everyday

 

Every time I emerge

 

into this hungry

thirsty

World

 

-e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 11/11/13

 

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"How lovely are your tents, O Jacob, Your dwellings, O Israel!

Like valleys that stretch out

Like Gardens by the Riverside,

Like aloes planted by the LORD,

Like cedars beside the waters.

He shall pour water from his buckets,

and his seed shall be in many waters."

 

-Numbers 24:5-7

Voce

 

"God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.'"

-Job 37:5, 6

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God's voice

Thunders

in the

Silence

of snowfall,

 

in

diminutive

raindrops

that make up

a downpour,

 

in innumerable

autumnal leaves

quietly quilting themselves

one by one

blanketing the earth

in beauty,

 

and in 

the millions of moments,

miraculous and mundane,

that make up my life...

 

these also thunder

with the still small voice

of God

 

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"...how small a whisper we hear of Him,
and the thunder of His power who can understand"

-Job 26:14

 





Lost and Found - A Prayer...

 

 

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I tire of loss

I'm longing for Found

a little less Loss

a little more Found

 

To know You, God

sans smoke screen

sans all the

less-than lenses

that have been given me

to See

 

I want to be Amazed

Again

by Grace

by Mercy

by Second

and Third

and Thousanth

Chances

 

I want to stand

Tippy-Toed

and Wide Eyed

as I once did

as a child

full of anticipatory Delight

 

my trusting hands outstretched to Yours

waiting for inevitable

Wonderful...

 

I want to know

the One

Who lost love also

in that garden long ago

Who, with anguished Heart

and Sorrowed Soul

went looking for it,

in earnest,

Longing for Found

 

as I do.

 

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