Alice

May 2017

The Faithful Dreamer

Moses discovered it.
I am discovering it.
The cost of obeying the call.
Of leaving all behind to follow.
Taking a stand for the Truth
can come at a high price.
Loss of riches.
Loss of identity.
Loss of reputation.
Loss of familiarity.
Loss of home.
Loss.
Of all I've known.

The price of freedom.
The freedom that comes
from following Him.
Is full of losses to grieve.
But what I gain.
Is so much more.
Eternal treasures.
Beyond compare.
A deeper knowledge
of His great love for me.
Discovering my new identity.
My eternal destiny.
Discovering why He chose
to lay hold of me.
Freedom in Christ.
Beauty for ashes.
Joy in His Presence.
Glory!
Glory!
Glory!
Which can never be stolen from me.
If this is the price of freedom.
I say...
Amen!
For everything else is loss.
Compared to knowing Him.
Gaining Jesus.
Who is my Life.
And whose Love is better
than life itself.
This.
Is the price.
Of Freedom.

"But whatever former things were gains to me, these things I have come to consider as loss for the sake of Christ." --Phil. 3:7, Holy Bible

May 2017

Isabelle

Moon Lovers

She doesn’t always look the same
Sometimes she’s a silver sphere
Fooling you that she is bright
But she’s just a mistress of the night

Sometimes only half of her you can see
Following you wherever you’ll be
She hides while dancing in the sky
Half, still a full beauty up high

In time, she becomes thin, crescent
Like a smile, a blissful moment
She looks delicate, discriminating
Only a part of her, still breathtaking

And only those prison of the night
Will witness the euphoric stint
Of showing pieces of her then
The beauty of becoming whole again

Look up, what shape do you see me tonight?

This is inspired by Phases, a poem by Midnight Rain, my friend here at HP. Thank you for the inspiration :)

#moon

May 2017

David Montgomery

There are ghosts

There are ghosts hiding behind my skin,
they come out at night,
and remind me of my sin,

there are red and blue cities within my heart,
they pulse and blur with light,
and remind me I am empty inside.

The ice queen dances on ice so thin,
she calls me out at night,
and waits for the ice to give in.

Sometimes I remain on the shore,
other times I dive right in.

-Dm 2017

May 2017

Laura Slaathaug

Conundrum

Doesn't it hurt biting your tongue
and squeezing your mouth shut?
And you keep trying to change--
to be softer, less loud, less of
what the world made you to be.
So, don't keep trying to stay silent;
the wind never does; her songs
echo in the branches overhead.
The river laps and splashes
against the bank.
Someone always hears it;
someone always listens.
If birds call out to each other,
and they always answer,
surely if you speak
someone will understand.

National Poetry Month Day 29

#napowrimo

May 2017

Traveler

TRAVEL ALERT

A Travel Alert
Has been issued
For the Travelers
Of The Earth

Quite unfriendly
The world views
These inhabitants
Have given birth

Condition High
All Travelers hide
Take shelter
From the storm

Our children rest
In weary arms
As fear becomes
Their norm
...

Traveler Tim

Apr 2017

Traveler

WHISPERER

If I were as convincing
As true love on display
I'd speak without merit
As loud as I may

But...
I'm but a whisper
A voice in the dark
Speaking directly
To subconscious parts

Disturbed and forgotten
These thoughts left alone
I am the whisper
That comforts you soul

And if you believe
The whisperer's rhymes
You too shall travel
Beyond your own mind
...

Traveler Tim

Apr 2017

The Faithful Dreamer

He Took My Sentence

He took the scorn that should have been mine.
The crown of thorns which pierced His brow.
Should have been mine to owe.

The beating which marred Him
beyond human recognition.
Should have been my sentence for sin.

He took the nails that should have been mine.
He carried the Cross which I should have borne.
It should have been I
who was...
mocked
scorned
whipped
stripped
wounded
abandoned.
Left.
To die.

But He chose to take my sentence.
My suffering.
My sin.
My shame.
So I could live.
In eternity with Him.
Oh, how great a Love is this!
That He would suffer such great pain.
For such an unworthy sinner as I.

I bow my knee and worship Him.
With tears of gratitude.
For my redemption.
He carried the Cross I should have borne.
No greater Love has ever been shown.

I bow my knee.
And worship Him.
For He took the sentence
that should have been mine.
And made it His own.
No greater Love.
Was ever.
Shown.