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Advent Day 1.  A Poem from Isaiah 2:2-5

Advent Day 1. A Poem from Isaiah 2:2-5

How strange that this longing the prophets spoke of remains. How every generation have claimed their last days are The Last Days. How the call to ascend principalities and powers still converges on multiple mountains. How ploughshares create life but swords end it....
Finding Myself

Finding Myself

I have always whispered to my heart Don’t give parts of yourself away To a lover. Because you risk then, Losing yourself. When you love someone, Parts of yourself get intertwined with them. Where is the start of them, & the start of me? Because if they...
Hope – A poem for Advent Sunday #1.

Hope – A poem for Advent Sunday #1.

The longing for lost things begins as you do. Your mother was more mobile before you filled her belly. She lost her balance along with sleep and shape and random acts of selfishness. It’s strange; even though we breathe loss into our forming lungs before air...
Green

Green

Envy does not suit you, nor green eyed monster An imposible notion Wicked ways and potions, beyond what luck can bring Blue and green should be seen. Abundant in life and beauty Rolling hills, cascading vines, various shades giving life Newness in growth as little...
For All the Prodigals

For All the Prodigals

From a long way off Father saw me even before I saw Him I was rehearsing my story in shame, head down as shuffled home He ran to me wrapped His arms around me in His bear hug embrace The sorrow in His eyes when I walked away all those days ago – now gone He gave...
Exodus

Exodus

All these things find me on a mindful winter’s walk, offering exodus. The mist of morning breathing and blazing orange sunrise appear as a cloud and pillar to navigate by. The path-side sculpted hedges speaking in hushed rustling tones, awaken me to this...
It may be a blanket

It may be a blanket

It may be a blanket but also a chuckle to yourself or free water at your feet. Peace takes many forms. That is; God is not bound to books, beads or buildings; unless, of course, you need God to be small. David Tensen 2021...