tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19897163125252965112024-02-20T04:34:22.418-08:00Within Your EmbraceThese are words of worship and wrestling from the lone lamb who tends to drift off the Sheperd's path where the enemy prowls and her own heart deceives. Safety and love are found in the arms of the One who with persistance and insistance pursues His lost lamb.emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-80102772217075579752012-03-23T09:11:00.002-07:002012-03-23T09:15:19.706-07:00New SongBumble bees<br />bird song<br />calm morning air,<br />shaded lawn<br />open arms<br />the day is fair.<br /><br />New song<br />deeper meaning<br />holding fast<br />and letting go.<br /><br />Focused living<br />wistful dreaming<br />wishing for a different tune.<br /><br />Envy rises<br />contentment crisis<br />struggling to hold the view<br /><br />Lord come hold me<br />set my mind free<br />turn my face gently into you.emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-22421842145835040792011-10-13T18:26:00.000-07:002011-10-13T18:32:06.559-07:00come homecome home to my arms,<br />my love,<br />the place you were created for.<br />come home to my love,<br />my love,<br />and rest your soul tonight.<br /><br />you were not meant to carry those burdens,<br />that load belongs to me.<br />you were not meant to walk alone,<br />my love,<br />come rest your soul in me.<br /><br />come home to my arms,<br />my love,<br />and rest your anxious thoughts,<br />come home to my love,<br />my love,<br />and rest your soul tonight.emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-73685424828682470102011-08-22T18:08:00.000-07:002011-08-22T18:30:58.620-07:00A Prayer For The Start Of A Busy DayMorning. Already.
<br />
<br />A space for you. You take it all.
<br />Awaken my sleepy spirit,
<br />and make me be aware
<br />at every frantic moment -
<br />even if my thoughts don't say, "God,"
<br />your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">presence</span> is still there.
<br />Breathe you in and breathe you out,
<br />I pray those around
<br />consume you second hand,
<br />then take you deeper as their own.
<br />And when we go home
<br />to end our busy week,
<br />lay our weary bodies down
<br />and ease our minds to sleep.
<br />emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-47369877922069775582011-05-11T20:10:00.000-07:002011-06-19T19:40:12.460-07:00You're The Tornado<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Far away</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've kept you waiting</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hand held out</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've hesitated</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You're too deep</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in thickened mire</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">distractions ease</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and digging tires</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so I avoid you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and get lost in survival</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hardly hear</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">your whispered reminders</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eventually you blur from view.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Far away</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I sink down further</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and what I ignore</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">never goes away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You're the tornado that</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">kicks all the pain up</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">when all I want </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">is your sheltering wings.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-32644256074016407162011-04-25T19:14:00.000-07:002011-04-25T19:18:52.302-07:00Wretched - I make myself miserable.<br />Too many demands on me -<br />I revolt,<br />rebel.<br /><br />Embittered - I feel sorry for myself.<br />Always in such a frenzy -<br />I lash out,<br />angered.<br /><br />Overwhelmed - worried I'll drop the ball.<br />Tight <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">fisted</span> and grasping for control -<br />I am anxious,<br />afraid.emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-4100925987515916132011-03-10T20:32:00.000-08:002011-03-10T20:35:49.145-08:00Along The Long Way<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Flying solo in Red Lion.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Going loco in Red Lion.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anxiety, fear, and doubt -</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I need you, Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to help me out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tangible ways and detailed ways,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">be my Hero and come through.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You always say,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"This too shall pass."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And in looking back</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I will see how much I grew</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">along the long way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But not before I pass through</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the place where I may not see you.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-64130667745949854582011-02-05T12:47:00.000-08:002011-02-05T12:54:02.805-08:00Grey Saturday<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Non-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">descript</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">echoing laughter</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reaches me </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">through cold</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">winds</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Clip clop</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">second hand</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">'round the clock</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the needle </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hops</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">heat through</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the register</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hums this little</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">house to</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">life</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Grey day</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this Saturday</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">waiting for</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">husband's slow</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">return</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-80613934594506173122010-09-21T18:11:00.000-07:002010-09-21T18:30:24.573-07:00Coming Home<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">His arms ache to hold you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He's been waiting for all time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The moment has been planned for, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and so He calls you home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What do you leave behind?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A tragedy, a cancer?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That moment fades away now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And the one that opens up</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">finds you whole in the arms of Love.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Who do you leave to</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mourn you?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your love, your children, your friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Death is a sting that lingers - </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but to Him it's one that sends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Death sends you to His arms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Death births you to new life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Death brings you to the ones</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">who've gone before</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and beckons to those left behind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Psalm 116:15</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. </em></span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-21722110985052140662009-12-05T15:07:00.000-08:002009-12-05T15:07:18.524-08:00Snapshots<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fireflies and sparklers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">running through the sprinklers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">spending summer days</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">in Grandma's yard.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Homemade icecream</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">on the porch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">creeking porch chair</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">back and forth.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Grandpa's boat</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">waiting outback</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Grandma's hydrangeas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and birdbath.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Chincoteague</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">and Tom's Cove camping</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">going to the beach</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">or with Grandpa fishing.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Christmas Tree </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">with the pretty star</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">gifts underneath - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">who are they for?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Spending precious </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">time together</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">making meomories</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">that last forever.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This is the heritage</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">she's left behind:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">A strong sense of family</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">humor and wit -</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">love and pride.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-77135721010404329982009-10-30T15:59:00.000-07:002009-10-30T16:02:31.956-07:00Sacred Places<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's the obscure spot</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">on a winding</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">country road</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">where the body</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">broke</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">but the soul was</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">freed.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">It's the bathroom floor</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">wet with tears</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">cried from a</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">broken spirit</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">who bows </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">her head</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">to a sovereign God.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">It's a quiet porch</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">overlooking the beauty</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">of a yard with </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">tall trees worshiping.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">It's the whispered caress</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">of God</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">in the breeze.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">It's the heart of </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">a God-wrestler</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">pushing Him away</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">while still holding on tightly.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">It's the exhausted embrace</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">of a God-pursuer</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana;">who has finally come back home.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-14571229071525723522009-10-13T06:42:00.000-07:002009-10-13T06:48:44.436-07:00A Story Of Two Girls<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Two girls -</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">two thousand years a part</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">both asleep </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">with loved ones begging </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">for a miracle.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One girl - </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">dying of sickness,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">the other one of </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">instant tragedy.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Both families</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">wait for healing.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Both wait</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">for the physician.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One family's hope</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">was dashed,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">then astonishment filled </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">the room</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">as the girl got up and walked.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One family's hope </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">was stubborn,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">until the pronoucement </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">was made</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and the girl remained still</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and beautifully broken.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jesus came to both girls,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">separated by two thousand years.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He took their hand in his</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and told them,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Little girl, get up."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One girl got up and</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">walked back into her family's arms,</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">back to her earthly life.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The other girl got up as well</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and kept her hand in his </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">as he led her to the better life.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mark 5:35-43</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">vs. 41 - He took her by the hand and said to her, "Talitha koum!" (which means, "Little girl, I say to you, get up!").</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We love you. </span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Michelle L. Shoemaker Smoker</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">August 12, 1979-April 25, 2009</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-49814257967290129732009-08-28T20:25:00.000-07:002009-08-28T20:28:10.765-07:00Rain<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">Rain~</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">so thorough and complete</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consistent</span> and straight forward</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">no pretense</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">rain like God's sorrow</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">pouring down</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">weeping with the ones</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">who weep</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">taking their pain</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and making it his</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">grieving and aching</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">releasing and taking.</span></div>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-46468312970968860562009-07-17T09:10:00.000-07:002009-08-16T12:54:08.206-07:00Thirsting<span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If spirits could storm</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">mine would be tearing</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">itself a part with lightning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">If hearts could dry up</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">mine would be</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">whithered and dirty.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I thirst for Living Water -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">You hold it out to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I pretend I do not see you </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and turn to walk away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I drink the dust <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">instead</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and die a little bit more.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">But still you're there, </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">inviting me in.</span></span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-56368728906797788862009-07-17T09:07:00.000-07:002009-07-17T09:09:31.922-07:00The Heart by Stephen Crane<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">In the desert</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I saw a creature, naked, bestial,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">who, squatting upon the ground,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">held his heart in his hands,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and ate it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I said, "Is it good, friend?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">"It is bitter -- bitter," he answered;</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">"But I like it</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">because it is bitter,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and because it is my heart."</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-87282162572266388682009-06-18T21:47:00.000-07:002009-06-19T07:13:27.510-07:00Breaking Tears<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">A tear drop </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">wets </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">the lashes of</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">her eye,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">until they sweep</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">her upper cheek,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and slowly</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">down </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">it glides.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">The tear</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">pauses</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">at the corner</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">of her upper</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">lip,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">tasting the salt - </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">another teardrop</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">drops -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">falling to</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">her chin</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">where it</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">rests </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">awhile,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">until it </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">breaks upon</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">her chest.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">To weep</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">is a release,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">a break</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">in self sustaining</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">pride.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">To cry out -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">whether in</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">anger</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">or </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">remorse -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">is still</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">falling</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">into</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">becoming,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">once more,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">your little </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">child.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-13150291117919549042009-06-08T06:06:00.000-07:002009-06-08T06:15:04.407-07:00Just Me<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">You are God,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">but I am me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You are God</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">though I want to be.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You mastermind the workings of the universe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I stupidly try to interfere.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You count down the months till the doe gives birth,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I hold out to you my self destruction.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You smile and say, "Give it here."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Then, because you can't fix it fast enough,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I grab it back and hold on tight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Maybe this time God, it's too much.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You smile and say,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">"Try as you might, you won't get it right.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I give orders to the morning,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I show the dawn it's place.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">By my command the eagle takes off soaring,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and finds a safe place to rest at night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I've counted every hair on your head,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">your name is engraved upon my palms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">But you choose to trust yourself instead."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">And after I'm exhausted and my anger has subsided,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">after my self loathing and the nagging and the chidding,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I realize that <em>you </em>are God. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">And I am just me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">~ June 10, 2008</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-3235949776273722002009-05-27T06:40:00.000-07:002009-05-27T06:45:20.525-07:00The Art Of The Blindside<span style="color:#996633;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">Physical pain</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">that hits you deep</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">in the gut</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">caused not by a blow</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">to the stomach</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">but a stab</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">to the heart.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">An innocent scene</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">that ignites a memory</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">which in turn invokes</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">such a strong immediate</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">emotion</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">it takes you by surprise -</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">the art of the blindside.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span></div><div align="left"></div>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-30320255663453769832009-05-21T05:58:00.001-07:002009-05-21T11:07:05.091-07:00Some Words<span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There are some words</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">that you never imagine</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">you'll hear, words you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">never hope to hear,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">words you fear to hear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And no matter how</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">dark the outlook is,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">no matter how many</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ominous</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">signs</span> there are,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">hope holds tightly by the </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">thinnest thread, until you hear</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">those <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">damning</span> words.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And then time slows.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And you can't believe it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Something won't let you believe it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">You know you've just </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">been dealt the biggest</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">blow of your life -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">but you can't feel it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Something akin to pain</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hits</span> every few minutes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">and the new reality</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">washes all over you again -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">taking you by surprise each and every time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I think I cried that night</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">more for the pain I knew </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">was coming and less for </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">what we were feeling then.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I cried for the anguish</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">of my brother,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">for fear and worry over him.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This road that he now travels,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">it's a road he goes alone.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It's a road of raw emotions,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">a road where he'll wrestle with God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And there's no way to protect him.</span></span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-10772714432405771842009-05-18T07:47:00.000-07:002009-05-18T07:50:48.980-07:00Hating Hope<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">Sometimes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I hate</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">hope.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">It's fleeting</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and flighty,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">teasing</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and shadowy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">It's absence</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">angers me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Don't talk </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">to me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">about hope,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">unless once</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">you've lost it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Don't sing</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">to me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">about hope,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">unless once </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointed</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">you too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">God's looking</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">over</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">at me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">He reaches</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">for my hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Quietly</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">he's telling</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">"The Story's</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">not finished</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">yet."</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-75795427821886776142009-05-07T06:06:00.000-07:002009-05-07T06:08:08.073-07:00Holding On<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">My grip is slipping.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I'm letting go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I turn my face</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and look away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You grip my wrist.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You won't let go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Intently gazing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Intensely</span> praying.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">And you wait</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">for me </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">to hold onto</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">you again.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-89766342619328729152009-05-05T09:29:00.000-07:002009-05-05T09:38:39.512-07:00Pain And Promise<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">Will my heart break -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">when I finally sink into it?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">How long will it take - </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">till I finally emerge from it?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">How much will it cost -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">And where must I go?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">To realize what was lost</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">and the horror and sorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Don't make me go there,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">don't let me go through.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">The journey's too harsh -</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">I don't want to lose you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Don't make me go down</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">the dark alleyway.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Can't you heal me right here</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">without all the pain?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You promise your grip,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hand</span> in my hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">You won't let it slip</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">whether I fall or I stand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Your arms wrapped around me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">as we take the first step,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">sharing the weight</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">of the pain I can't feel yet.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-38518308433619440802009-05-05T05:53:00.000-07:002009-05-05T05:57:27.928-07:00<span style="color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">The bustle in a house</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">The morning after death</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Is solemnest of industries</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Enacted upon earth, --</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">The sweeping up the heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">And putting love away</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">We shall not want to use again</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Until eternity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">~ Emily Dickinson</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">This has always been my most favorite Emily Dickinson poem. </span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-72495246118972732232009-05-04T11:25:00.000-07:002009-05-04T11:34:20.488-07:00A New Beginning<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">Suppose the circumstances of your life led you figuratively to the edge of a high cliff. Before you is void, below you is death, and above you is life. And imagine the circumstances of your life tossed high in the air like a child tosses armfuls of airy leaves over his head into the breeze. All your financial security, health, and comfort has flown out of your hands, out of your control. And you hold your breath. And you wait. Will those cares and concerns glide smoothly and effortlessly through the air? Or will they plummet like heavy bricks to the dark hard earth below? The angst is in the waiting. Our human minds imagine the deep dark fall into obscurity. For our circumstances dictate nothing else. How can bricks fly? But what if it is not so much circumstance that dictate flying or falling? What if it's more about perspective? Perhaps the only difference in soaring high above and plummeting to the depths is the way we view our circumstance? Perhaps the cement bricks are airy leaves all along? <em>And what we thought were weights tied to bring us down were wings given to lift us up?</em> What if the dead end was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in fact</span> a new beginning? And the only way to begin was to jump off the cliff and trust our Creator to bring us high?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">~ from the January 15th post in Rantings and Ramblings ...</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-30784186004314498092009-05-01T06:39:00.000-07:002009-05-01T06:41:04.205-07:00Connecting<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">I feel so close to you</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">as we praise our King</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">together.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">My heart is filled with </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">graditude,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">knowing we can connect</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">in this way.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1989716312525296511.post-22550651120700371102009-05-01T06:36:00.000-07:002009-05-01T06:38:04.842-07:00Eternal<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;">Our bodies</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">are fragile.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">Our spirits</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;">eternal.</span>emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09790246548345962142noreply@blogger.com0