The kindess of God:
He creates a galaxy
Which fits in a child's hand.
The Dandy Lion!
Bright yellow attracts
The flight of the bees
First fruits of Spring
Setting in motion
The supply of food.
Seeds with star kites
Fly at the breeze
And breath
Carried to a new home
The cycle begins again.
Stars and the rhythm
A cadence of life
And breath.
Pureness return?
It seems hopeless,
But that is not the case,
For God is Almighty.
In the eyes we look.
Do we see darkness or light?
The eyes, the window to the soul,
He says.
Lids opened or closed
The light, once in, remains.
The Promise on which I stand:
He who began
A good work in me
Will be Faithful
To complete.
I yield. I rest.
I work. I play.
Interacting with the God of the Universe,
Who loves me, knows me,
And won't let me stay
The way
I am.
He won't force Himself
On me to change.
He instead, offers His Hand.
Indwelling Spirit of Holiness
Do not let me squelch You
Correct me quickly
When I grieve You.
Forgive my insensitivity.
Hone my inner ear
To listen and obey
With alacrity and joy.
Help me discern the discretion
Of voice and frequency.
Set guards on these lips
Which have tended to slip
Quickly into sin
Again and again.
Getting back up
This repentant soul
To stand firm to the end.
I must learn obedience
To obey Your commands
Much different than
Suggestions, or preferances,
Commands by the King
Conquering the will
Of wickedness, sloth,
And folly within.
Let a new year begin
Building on the precepts
Of lessons learned before,
Remembering the scaffolding
And systems. Forgetting
The excuse-itices I will
live in no more.
First fruits, essential,
Time with You alone.
Divine order checklist
As decisions need making
Consider my latter end,
Listen to Your council
Sweet intimate Friend.
Chunk the same things
Start, even for 2 minutes.
Don't force the sitting still
Flit from here to there
You'll get all done,
Eventually.
Celebrate each step
No matter how small.
A rhythm
A cadence
A pace
A song
A sentence
A grace
A hope
A life
A praise
A wash
A swig
A face
A silence
A prayer
A space
A purge
A cut
A place
Written after a time at the piano, on December 30, 2023, between 9:30 p.m. and 10:23 p.m.