Category: Poetry

The Storm #fires #earthquakes #destruction #hope

by moondustwriter, posted in Photography, Poetry

Just overhead

trees are torn

ground heaves

we battle worn

smoke’s  fires billow

grey cast horizon

hell’s gates open

beckoning all

can’t hear truth

our heads are ringing

in a ditch

no one’s helping

but listen

whippoorwill’s call

silent darkness

there’s a song

hope in the cross

it never fails

 savior hung there

He came alive

offers eternal life

sky opens to true light

just grasp

his nail scarred hands

and LIVE

All you need to do is turn on the news for five minutes and read of destruction in your land and in other places. What are you to do? Can you put out the fires? Can you stop an earthquake? What about senseless killing of children and women?

You have  no control over these things which can easily leave to a tunnel of hopelessness or it can drop you on your knees in conversation with the one who can remedy these atrocities – God.

What I Can’t See #poetry

by moondustwriter, posted in Haiku, nature, Photography

golden rays

open nature’s aperture

out with the tide

*

beyond my scope

child’s smile

God’s Majesty

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,
And marked off the heavens by the span,
And calculated the dust of the earth by the measure,
And weighed the mountains in a balance
And the hills in a pair of scales?

~Isaiah 40:12

We are told that we are blinded by the things of this world. Ask Jesus to open the aperture of your soul wide to see His love and His plan for you!!!

Off The Rails #hopeless #nowheretogo

by moondustwriter, posted in black and white, blogging, horror, nature, Our World, Photography, Poetry, Social issues

train tracks

I had a destination

at some point life was clear

daily had a mission

people who were dear

*

in a moment life derailed

wiped away my past

occluded the horizon

dark horror in my path

*

I had a destination

at some point life was clear

daily had a mission

people who were dear

*

can’t see beyond tomorrow

I’d really rather not

there are no clear options

 hopeless I am fraught

*

I had a destination

at some point life was clear

daily had a mission

people who were dear

*

look not at your sorrow

reach beyond the loss

 hold to love in suffering

in Jesus Christ, the cross

*

I have a destination

life it now seems clear

draw close to the Savior

 to Him you are so dear

What can we do with dark days?

The words that swirl around our heads are a cacophony of misery.

But we can reflect on silent beauty like a tiny blossom in gnarled bark.

Reflect not on this world, but on the eternal hope to come.

Christ has died that you might have an eternal hope and abundant life.

This life, this world is like a holograph.

BUT it is not a facsimile of truth it is a reflection of eternal demise.

Call upon the risen one – He is a whisper away.

“These things I have spoken in a figurative language; but the time is coming when I will no longer speak to you in figurative language but I will tell you plainly about the Father…for the Father himself loves you because you have loved Me, and have believed that I came forth from God.” John 16: 25 &27

“If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you.”

John 15:7

I do miss You #poetry #blogging #expression treasure

by moondustwriter, posted in blogging, memories, Photography, Poetry

Beauty floats on top

Life bubbles beneath the surface

a sense of surprise

Im not even getting many opportunities to write haiku at the moment. I still have friends in this blogging life that I am grateful for and I miss.

I hope YOU are doing well and that your creativity flows whether here or elsewhere.

I am always aloft on the moon or elsewhere.

I’m always grateful for YOU because each of you encouraged me to keep looking for shells…

Hidden treasure

shoreline of dispersed memory

I found you

What’s My Name #life

by moondustwriter, posted in Life's Lessons, Photography, Poetry

Ἄγνωστος Θεός”

agnostos theos

to the God we do not know

***

When you dont know what to call Him

he knows where you are

when you cannot form the question

his answer is not far

when you run ever lonely

outstretched are his arms

aged you’re forgotten

he remembers who you are

***

he calls our name

no season hides his love

close as a whisper

In Acts 17, the apostle Paul addresses a council on Mars Hill (the Aereopagus in Greece).

Greece has so many Gods. Paul speaks about an altar built to Agnostos Theos. This altar was built after a Cretan philosopher Epimenides asked the people to build an altar and make sacrifices to this Unknown God. The hope wad that this unknown God would be merciful and save them from certain destruction ( from a plague in the 6th Century B.C.)

“The unknown God has a name” Paul informs the Greeks – “His name is Yahweh.”

Paul addresses the destruction that man could not flee from in the 6th century B.C.  Neither can mankind flee the the things that plague us in the 21st century.

“Therefore having overlooked the times of ignorance, God is now declaring to men that all people everywhere should repent, 31 because He has fixed a day in which He will judge [c]the world in righteousness [d]through a Man whom He has appointed, having furnished proof to all men [e]by raising Him from the dead.”

Acts 17:30-31

Please for those of you who have no name to give to God and no hope in Him place your hope in the one and only one who can save you. Repentance is not a list of things you have to do it is calling on the name of Jesus and asking for Him and Him alone to forgive you.

There is only one cure for sin (which will end in death). That cure is Jesus.

Welcome Spring #Imayo #Poetryform

by moondustwriter, posted in Photography, Poetry

Im awakened by the dawn – warmth sings over me

golden purples in the sky -voices welcome spring

life awakens in the light – blue reds on the wing

yellow faces to the sun – green hands clap in rain

Imayo – is a japanese poetry form

a four line poem with 12 syllables each broken into

7-5, 7-5, 7-5, 7-5

The Imayo was originally intended to be sung. Not the restrictions like a haiku

And thanks to The Spinstress who introduced me to this form.

Downcast #poetry #photography #hopeless

by moondustwriter, posted in Photography, Poetry

I drop my head

worth less of  love

hereby detest

things I have done

my shoulders sag

of life’s travails

belated tears

my spirit fails

nights I have prayed

for death to come

 you held me fast

await the dawn

the world it hates

your gift of love

it matters not

the Son has won

The enemy wants to pull us to our lowest low.  How sad when hope for tomorrow is death.

Have you been at the edge of hopeless?

Even mighty men like the prophet Elijah came to the end of hope. He asked for God to write “The End” as his world caved in.

David was another of God’s chosen who ran for his life from a friend bent on killing him.  What determination this man David had, he was joyful even as his enemy was at his heels.

“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,  for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”

~Psalm 43:5

“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”

~Psalm 51:10

The First Light #poetry #light

by moondustwriter, posted in Photography, Poetry

Beneath the first light

I raise my heart in supplication

lift me up Oh Lord

off my trembling knees

life’s burdens hold me down

*

Beneath the first light

my eyes to meet the sun

reflections on the hill

beckoned to dance

nature all around

*

Beneath the first light

I raise my voice to sing

notes like butterflies

I am reminded I am free

no shackles hold me down

“If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe how will you believe if I tell you heavenly things… And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world , and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.”

John 3:12 & 19