Ode to Strippling Warrior Moms

 Waging Peace

Every Breath a Prayer

faith to weave the armor

but trusting their safety only to God

All your prayers were answered

your young sons saved a nation

all got hurt

but they returned home alive

& practiced in following the prophet

They remembered your faith

But your assurance only came

as you taught them

packed for them

prayed with them

stared into their eyes

& told them the Lord would protect them

& you knew it

Chess

 Pieces carefully placed

Lies carefully laid

What is their game?

What do they have to gain?

Who benefits? Who loses?

only the rich

all of the poor

all the mourning

all the homeless

all the lost

all are traumatized

all the earth

power-hungry maniacs

fill voids left by those who

didn't know how to market themselves

those who saw the truth clearly

thought others would too

HaHA

how wrong we were 

HaHaHA

all the way to the bank

to pull out our last pennies

HaHaHA

all the way to bank to deposit the defense contracts

you want the pawns destitute

having to labor for their daily bread

having to fight for other's ambitions

the kings,

teased with vain glory

swallow the frogs

Controlled puppet, all

until missiles fall from skies

but long before then

the poets are silenced

 

Watch the Tempest

 it breaks upon you

feel the spray hit your face

stand sodden    but solid

storm ragges around you

be ye yet unmoved

watch the green shoot

bud on the trees

then smell the smoke

the blood      vapors of summer

The gathered shall watch

        awaiting the day of the Lord

while doing His work

in storms, fire, summer

& yet stand unmoved

His Face is before us

Dawn Breaks

walked slowly to the grave

heavy with ointments 

sun breaks silver

purple across the whole horizon

she went to attend the dead

but instead

was attended by the living

cleaning up from the haze

a great destruction

a shaft of light breaks

a voice is heard

He descends

I feel His wounds

    Hosannah to the Lamb

Easter weekend in the temple

prayers of dedication

He comes

brilliant white with a voice

of rushing waters

My darkest hour

He brings His light

my fingers trace the holes in 

His hands as He holds me

My dawn breaks

23 years married

 23 years married

lifetimes ago

just yesterday

it seems

our hands locked

intertwined in marriage

veil lifted and a *hug*

with you forever and since

just yesterday and today

whatever wild ride love brings

my seatbelt fastened in prayer

in a perspective only eternity brings

to trust the processes, be patient, breathe

birthing a new life

 a new me

every day

The Love of God

 Look and Behold! What do you see?

A virgin most fair

holding a babe in her arms

Look and Behold the condescension of God

The creator of our world

Born as a babe

chooses to die

that we may live

Look and Behold

the condescension of God

the creator of our world

Born as a babe

Chooses to suffer

that we may be free

Look and Behold

the fruit on that tree

the love of God

sweet above all

who sent His son

that we may live again

Look and Behold

the lights on our tree

reminds us of the sweetest fruit

the sun of God

born as a babe

Hosannah to the Love of God

Hosannah! 

Hosannah!

Prelude to Power

 Little Girl

A prelude to power

strength in softness

awakening awareness

in all you touch

trusting eyes for Momma

trusting rhythms of breath and movement

wise one

excited to share heavenly secrets

if you could talk

precious gift

choice among others

prelude to power

my beautiful one

nigh at hand

 I am a Nephite- my government destroyed and now it is dark

I wait for the light.

I am weary.

My days have been tough.

Hope of the light sustains me.

I have watch prophecies fullfilled.

The time has to be close.

I am a very pregnant mother

My time is close too

I watch for signs and wonders

I feel the contractions

the beginning pains of a new life.

The world and its purposes fade from my view as the time draws nigh

my hips ache and my feet hurt

is all prepped for baby?

And I wait for the confluence of events

I know there will be quakes and noise and cries of pain

burning and pushing

All I want is a nap

or a hot bath

but I push through another day

with a focus set for a time that is nigh at hand

 I am here to build Zion

hang on

Through challenges of disasters

hang on

Things are being cleansed

hang on

Allowed to build anew

look up

sky is grey

the sky is red

look up

The dawn is breaking blue

Time to build Zion

Anew

I sew Masks

 At my sewing machine

whirl of the wheel

the needle goes up and down

almost as fast as my mood

I let it distract me

 news of the day

weather, politics

new records reached

new homeless

and hungry

global upset

almost local

skies are clear

after storms of yesterday

my garden reaches the jungle stage

food hiding under leaves after all the rain

 more will come tonight

I sit and sew masks

Hebrew 10:31

I fall into His hands

but I am not afraid
He has succored me
nurtured me
led me carefully
let me explore this world

I fall into His hands
He has caught me
brought me to His bosom
holds me safe

My heart stays with him
my heat and mind
to do His will
during my time here

He will catch me should I fall
I fall into His hands

every day
I fall

Last post- now in poem form

Holiness to the Lord

people made holy

arrayed on white

all sizes

all shapes

all colors

all ages

Holiness of Covenant Keepers

soft smiles

kind eyes

gentle voices

Holiness in Life

seeking peace

comfort

service

love

connection

recommitment

A break- calm in the storm

fortifying, strengthening

being renewed to walk through

rain, hail, flood, wind, and fire

bringing back others

gathering them to the safety of the fold

to become Israel

the covenant people of the Lord

to build Zion

Phillipians

I'd rather be with Christ
than in prison
but at least I can
write to you here

for the ability to serve God
I will rejoice

+ hope you will too

choose you this day

Corruption breeds corruption
evil is made right
left turns into day
and day turned into night

when evil is made right
all choices available: wrong
day turned into night
but we sing a happy song

All choices available: wrong
do not give a chance to think
we sing a happy song
signing into slavery with ink

do not give a chance to think
there's be a better way
signing into slavery with ink
doing what the advertisers say

there's a better way
a different path to forge
not what the advertisers say
staying out that deadly gorge

a different path to forge
a higher holier way
staying out the deadly gorge
listen to what the prophets say

a higher holier way
     corruption breeds corruption
listen to what the prophets say
choose your path this day


Creating another way
               another path
Creating another culture
               setting apart
but still within
             salt gives savor
            leaven that rises
            lifting the nation
            lighting the world

Acts 3

Acts 3

Silver and Gold
I have none
but infinite worth

joy to your hearts
salvation to your bones

walk
soar

Jesus has Risen
so you can too

I saw the change

your light poofed out
You became unlit
 golden curls became brown
smiles to frowns

You were so happy once
you knew who you were
you had a plan, a destiny
not many years ago

we worried
we fought
you gaming all day
straying away from what you knew
listening to the voices of disbelief
late into the nights

the temptress call of the lemmings
easier not to disagree
to take on the thinking of those around you

ultimately though
it was your choice not to believe
in the world of doubt and skepticism
being a cynic is hailed as wise

I pray for you
as I have night and day
with each breath
for the last year

I want grab you
never you let you go
sands of time slip faster for those that grasp them
so you would for me

so I invite
encourage
support

help you to be the best you can
but it is
  Ultimately
      your choice

Mary Came

John 20

Mary

She saw the angels
yet she did not know
where they had lain her Lord

She talked to a man
yet she did not see
who it was

until he called her name

She knew his voice
her shepherd
her master

but she couldn't hug him
            - yet

Go tell the others
was His command
as it is still to us today

Peace be unto you

Thomas

It was Thomas who wanted to be sure
the other disciples were not deceived
But he stayed with them
fasting and praying
worshiping

On the 8th day
his patience was rewarded

Come Thomas
   feel the nail prints in my palms
   reach your hand into my side
    and believe

Olive Trees

AbundantWriter wrote this- and I asked her if I could put it on my blog.

In the garden of Gethsemane
ancient olive trees stood witness the night our Savior wept and prayed unto His Father. 
They did not sleep. 
They stood a silent vigil offering their energies to help him who had created them. 
branches quivered as they felt him take on the agony of all the world sins.  
An eternal and infinite sacrifice. 
They wept with him and cried with him as his drops of sweated blood fell to the ground.  
This God, this chooses Son of the Eternal Father. 
Who was the only one who could over this divine sacrifice. 

The Olive trees saw his disciples sleeping.  
witnessed the crowd of soldiers and leaders of the Church in Jerusalem come and take him
 like a criminal.  
This man, this God who had just taken on all their sins. 
Even in His weakness he cared and loved them.
He healed the servants cut off ear. 
He warned and forewarned his disciples of what was about to happen. 
 in their limited understanding they were overwhelmed.  
The Olive trees saw it all and cried.  
They told all the trees and the Earth wept.  
The earth wept so hard it shook. 

The Cross was lifted up with this innocent man. 
As he still showed his caring and love for others the earth listened in silent wonder to his last words. 
 As it heard “It is finished “ it shook even more and those at the cross knew, 
God had witnessed the work of His Only begotten Son and acknowledged it. 
I believe ancient Olive Trees were also witnesses as the angels rolled away 
the stone from the borrowed tomb.
 Trees witnessed the disciples running to see the empty tomb. 
 saw the joy in those that finally understood what the Savior has been teaching them. 
He had overcome death. 
He had overcome and so can we.

Trinity Church

Trinity Church
richly decorated
dark colors, elaborate gold
reminiscent of ancient churches in Europe
when the organ begins to play
loud, discordant
what effect are they trying to achieve
oppression in sin, all hope is lost?
dark wood, intricately carved
processional
     pilgrims in an unholy land
   robes of false priesthood
description of god as Female
    philosophy of man
    mingled with scriptures
    through the eyes of a lonely poet
Satan has little to fear
from churches as these
no truth, except what ideas survive in ancient litany

It was easier to feel the spirit in the bathroom
expelling all the contents of my bowels
than in the worship service

Pretty Much Unwitnessed

His most devoted disciples slept
while He bled from every pore
alone
mankind's burdens to bare
alone
will of the Father be done
alone
hinge point of human history
alone
with only an angel to attend

When you feel
alone
baring heavy burdens
alone
those around sleeping
peaceful innocence

Remember
you are not
alone
because He has been
alone
so He
alone
could succor you

He can see through your cracks
illuminate your heart
bind and heal
oil and balm