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.
Some days it's hard to keep going. To keep hoping, wishing, longing, pursuing whatever dreams have crashed around you. But there's always light. Light in the darkest dark and brightest brights. That Light is Jesus. Today I just want to publish this poem and let it speak to your heart from God's heart through mine.
Rain drops fall softly upon the dry earth reviving and refreshing the air.
Breezes blow softly, the wheat field waving at the sun.
And down a little ways from the mountain a steady stream of water flows clear and free.
Lord, don’t let me miss You. Don’t let me get so into my own life, my own self, that I have become convinced You aren’t there. Remind me to remember that You love me and that You care.
“Come to me, Marcie.”
“I want to Lord.”
“But I don’t have a proper place to do it.”
“Just give me the place that you have.”
“It’s not that easy, Lord.”
“I have to clean off the table. I don’t have time and this thing I call a desk just isn’t big enough to hold both Bible and notebook...”
“Just give me the space that you have. I’ll take it from there.”
Six weeks to go. Just six weeks.
I couldn’t do it. Ready to quit, I turned off my computer, shut my books, closed my notebooks, and pushed my pencil out of the way.
Nope. Not happening. I was done.
Putting my head down, I thought about the next few months and years. And a question popped into my mind, “If you quit now, how will feel in six months? If you quit now, how will you feel a year from now?”
I'm so thankful that nothing, absolutely nothing, can separate me from God. Not even myself. No matter where we go—in distance, height, width, or depth—God is with us. He knows where we are and knows how to find us. Even when we are at our lowest, God will never leave us nor forsake us.
Sitting in the corner
curled up into a ball
invisible to everyone
but the One who created all.
Some days we color a pretty picture all nice and neat. Other days turn into scribbles, all unruly outside of the lines.
And you know what? That's okay. The question is, do we include God in the messiness of our lives as much as we do the colorful days?
He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart; He gently leads those that have young. Isaiah 40:11
How wonderful are the gifts God gives us. Springtime. New growth. Flowers and grass and trees. And I love how holds us with an everlasting love, like a new-born lamb.
Are you tired of the battle you are fighting? Have you been going through a trial for seems like forever? I'm not usually this transparent in my writings, but today I decided to feel all the feelings and write down my thoughts as I have struggled for a long time now through a heartache I fear will never end. But God says, "Peace, be still." And so, I choose to rest. I hope you will choose the same.