Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Marka Acton Jan 2016
A dream there before us,
Envisioned in our mind.
Tantalizing, motivating, as the star
Inspired the Magi to seek and find.

We begin developing and preparing,
Persisting with our plan.
Journeying through the arid desert
The star, always beckoning our caravan.

So many thinking the mighty castle
Is where our treasure lay.
Instead, it is a humble abode
In which love is found each day.

The Magi presented their gifts
Before the infant king.
Each of us called to offer all,
Treasures we too shall bring.

Changed by truth, the Magi take
A new route home to the East.
Worldly dreams pale when compared
To the glory offered at the banquet feast.
The star they had seen at its rising preceded them, until it came and stopped over the place where the child was. They were overjoyed at seeing the star and on entering the house they saw the child with Mary his mother. They prostrated themselves and did him homage. Then they opened their treasures and offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they departed for their country by another way.
Matthew 2: 9-12
Marka Acton Jan 2016
Given many talents
Little work to perfect.
Squandered in search of
Love, Importance, Respect

Given many gifts
Large and small.
Appreciation never lasting
If recognized at all.

So much time
Minutes, hours, days
Wandering through life
As if in a daze.

The Lord awaits
So patient and kind
Until masks are removed
No longer so blind.

Each given talents
And gifts and time.
Steps on the ladder
Toward heaven to climb.
"Let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.
THEN THE CELEBRATION BEGAN."!!!
Luke 15: 23-24
Marka Acton Dec 2015
God with us
     throughout the years.
Born of blood,
     bone and tears.
Shouts, singing
     can you hear?
Joyful news
     for all ears.
Marka Acton Sep 2015
I have tramped around the vineyard
Watched others toil in the fields
When called I never answered
Someone else can harvest the yield!

I would support those who worked
Trying to meet their needs.
Outside the fence line I lurked
Keeping down the weeds.

Maybe I'd drive the truck
Loaded to the brim.
Or dance, stomping in the muck
Juice so deep one could swim.

But into the vineyard I will not go
Beautiful as it may be.
Watching the vines as they grow
From outside I will be free.

Then one day it happened
I was pushed over the fence
Upon the ground I'd flattened
And found I'd been so dense.

Inside was so much more
Than I had ever dreamed
There was truth behind the lore
I truly am redeemed.

The vineyard is my home.
I never want to leave.
It is for those who only roam
That I will always grieve.

*Songs of Solomon 7:12
let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
Marka Acton Sep 2015
Wanting to be known,
          Heard, understood, supported.

Wanting to be held,
          Rest, strength, protection.

Wanting to be touched,
          Awakened, cherished, excited.

Wanting to surrender,
          Consumed, united, filled.

Wanting to love,
           Breathless, pleasing, forever.

*Oh, get up, dear friend,
    my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove—
    leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
    and your face is ravishing.
Song of Solomon 2: 13, 14
Marka Acton Aug 2015
There must have been a story
For the scar upon my hand,
How? I cannot remember.

Invisible scars on my heart
Are unforgettable stories,
Never completely healed.

*"My grief is beyond healing, my heart is sick within me...For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded."
Jeremiah 8:18
Marka Acton Aug 2015
Need just one card
Then I could win
Flipping through the deck one more time.
But the Ace of Diamonds never surfaced.
Giving up, scrolling across the screen,
There it was! The card I had searched for
In front of me all the time.

I had lost big time in life.
Everything held as important was gone.
Wondering how to ever get it right
When I had tried so hard!
Letting go of everything
Sitting under the Banyan tree pondering......
My consciousness experienced Him.

An infinite God is not easily
Spotted from a finite perspective.
Especially since we have never
Known a moment of our existence without Him.
He is the big bang of all the multiple universes' out there.
He is endlessly smaller than any semi conductor findings.
His is a part of every thought within each of us.

Walking away from everything I held as important,
Wondering how life could be different,
Knowing that my efforts could always be thwarted.
Asking, "How can I get it right?"
Then and only then
Did I finally see the card always before me.
The one card I needed to win the game.

No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draw him,
and I will raise him on the last day. John 6: 44


Beloved, do not be surprised a trial by fire is occurring among you, as if something strange were happening to you. But rejoice to the extent that you share in the sufferings of Christ, so that when His glory is revealed you may also rejoice exultantly." 1 Peter 4: 12-13

*Jesus said to his disciples: "Amen, amen, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains just a grain of wheat; but if it dies, it produces much fruit."   John 12: 24
I know, too many quotes perhaps, but they just kept coming at me.....
Next page