Pondering The Poetic Heart
Pondering the Poetic Heart is a place to guide our spirits into place of contemplative rest. As a poet, I long to encourage you to find hope and healing through the process of reflecting on God, love, life, and all things that capture the spirit through the written word.
In the month of November, I will lead us through a time of thanksgiving through my 30 Days of Thanksgiving Poems. In December we will ring the bells of Christmas. There will also be other times through the year when we will celebrate love, just for fun poetry, and more. I pray this will be a place of loving contentment for all of us.
God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, Even though the earth be removed,
And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though its waters roar and be troubled,
Though the mountains shake with its swelling.
It’s Thursday, oh Lord, I’m sure getting tired
can Friday come soon, so I can retire?
Files are stacked, so many emails to answer
how can we make this end any faster?
Oh Lord, remind us to remember that You care. Even when we are at our loneliest, we believe no one else is thinking about us or loves us; Lord, help us to seek You with all our hearts, minds and souls.
Even the loneliest of trees—way out in the furthest parts of the earth where nothing else seems to exist—flourishes. Those trees only flourish because of You Lord. So let us flourish under Your hand of protection and care no matter where we may be planted in this season of life.
Quite a few years ago, I heard the term, "Ordinary Miracles". I wonder, is there such a thing? I have never thought of miracles as ordinary. And the least ordinary of them all, the one that still amazes me most, is God born as a baby to become the Word of God in the flesh. I hope I never get used to the miracles of God. Especially the ultimate miracle of His birth.
Psalm chapter 1 assures us when we are truly blessed when we live a Godly life, we meditate on God’s word day and night, then we will be like a tree planted by streams of water that brings forth fruit. Our leaves will not wither, and we will prosper.
With the sure foundation of God’s word, we are rooted and grounded in the love of God, giving us the strength to live each day.
I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this poem and what it means to you...
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. Psalm 109:105
This poem is my song of lament to the Lord. I have tasted the dry dust of the desert the past few months, not able to find the “water of words” needed. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I have longed to sit and write, but I just couldn’t seem to find a creative bone in my body.
In all transparency though, it helps to drink of the Living Water. Something I have been struggling to do.
This year feels a bit like a gift. Maybe a wonder. I’ve been opening it carefully, unwrapping one side at a time. Peeking inside, trying to figure out what God has for me this year to learn, to do, to be, and to go.
My word for this year is healing. Spiritually, physically, mentally. I turn 49 in a couple of months and I want to enter my next decade of life in a good space. As I prayed about this word and asked God what Bible verse might go with it, He led me to Isaiah 40:31.