Spring Picking

How small His Holy Hand that bends our stems from this sin rooted land . Heavens Hand high pulled low picks Hollyhocks like us below . sets us stem to stem petal to petal pressing in Petal to petal press and point away from the wild Handicapped and handpicked like Hollyhocks gathered we haggard harlots… Continue reading Spring Picking

Reformation Day 

Reformation is Revival. And so , now in these “last days”when The Holy Spirit yearns to make The Bride the One Pure reflection of the Bridegroom, we press in prayer for Revival . We need no longer to be “formed” and “transformed “and “re-formed” , we need to be regenerated Alive !!! I repost this… Continue reading Reformation Day 

Dying for Mercy

“The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.” ‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭3:9‬ ‭ Father of Mercy See his twisted slumber. Thin and wanton Time throws him asunder . Father of Mercy I hear… Continue reading Dying for Mercy

A Sunday Shooting

This poem was written Sunday Oct 2 before I heard of the Las Vegas shooter. It is not about the shooting in Las Vegas but about what happens in spiritual space when we gather in our churches to WORSHIP on Sunday. Satan becomes an indiscriminate destroyer of a distracted crowd. Sunday Shooting ( a poem)… Continue reading A Sunday Shooting

Eclipse 

Photo by Rita Atkinson How bright the morning behind the moon.. How darkness drenced death will vanish soon As You  hover like a halo around all that’s crying Encircling  Your LOVE around the quick and dying  Oh Sun of Moon  OH SON OF MAN  With every orbiting  evil  Your Glory shines forth Gods Plan  1.… Continue reading Eclipse 

between the Altar and the Door

Oh God can’t you see from the Altar to the Door See how Blood spatters and speckles the church’s Dusty  Floor! See the men in taverns tell tots tales of a Holy War. See mamas move  prostrate sneaking prayer in a corridor. Look , crowds on the  streets scream “we cannot take it anymore!” While your reporters write of a cry that they long to ignore: Many are the words of  martyrs… Continue reading between the Altar and the Door

Mama’s Penpal

Look down Jesus from Your Holy Height to hear the groans of our children , the prisoners, to set free these doomed to die that they may live to declare  YOUR NAME JESUS        (Psalms 102:19-21) Oh church Oh church , can you hear our cries? We are outside your doors , our eye never dries! Seasons, they come… Continue reading Mama’s Penpal

Spring Planting : Good Friday 2016

 We plant forgiveness and we wait for love to bloom. I waited a year to see the fruit of forgiveness. Now , today ,almost to the date of my planting with Jesus , I hear a pleasant report. Therefore I repost this blog as a true testimony that when you forgive as He is forgiving  you,… Continue reading Spring Planting : Good Friday 2016