Oh rest, My child.
Recline in My Arms
Under My Shadow.
I love you.
You are loved.
I know your grief.
You come to Me
Never ever give up.
You are Mine.
Bought with a price.
Cynthia J poems 7.24.2017
Promises made by mortal man
Are rarely met by mortal hand
For though they strive to win your heart
Such passions land far from their start
They'll paint, so clear, a future bliss
And draw you in with blinding kiss
But just when you have bought the dream
Man finds pursuits more worthy to deem
Ambition, sport and other girls
Whose flattering words and smiles like pearls
Will tempt a fellow to leave his nest
And lie upon another's breast
'Tis pain so sharp you think you'll die
And tears aren't found enough to cry
A torture rack would be better friend
With all its tearing limb to limb
To have your innards disemboweled
Or face the fiercest lion's growl
Would be kinder punishment than this
From one who knew your virgin kiss
And yet within this darkest night
A hint of moonbeam's softest light
Might rise upon such blistered soul
And shine into its gaping hole
For romance still may spark a flame
And whisper to your heart by name
To woo you in your bleakest hour
With promises of healing power
Promises unlike the others you've known
Whose good intentions were quickly thrown
Away by the frailty of human flesh
When sin's entanglements did enmesh
No, this One's words are wholly sure
His heart and mind and will are pure
His faithfulness cannot be shaken
Nor His covenant love ever be taken
He chose you before He made the sun
And said to the Father, "I want that one!"
He searched you out through all your years
Through all your joys and pains and fears
And now He waits for you to grasp
That deepest pleasure lies in His clasp
That His own kiss brings highest delight
That His face is eye's sweetest sight
It's He alone Who can fill you up
And saturate your empty cup
When life has left you hollow and dry
And numb to further wish to try
When memories lie tarnished with stains
And not one worthy dream remains
He reaches in with perfect hope
That pulls you up like saving rope
And as He wipes tears from your eyes
He says to you: I am the Prize!
Take hold of Me and drink My love
Come sit with Me in realms above
For I have blessings prepared for you
That you've never imagined, but oh it's true
I long to give you all of Me
To draw you close and let you see
That in your pain you know Me best
That heart's rejection finds its rest
In this sweet fellowship of intimacy
Where you are made to look like Me
I'll give you love like you've not known
Enough to see your will o'erthrown
Enough to pour it out upon
That very one who did you wrong
For that one, too, knows thirst of soul
And needs My love to fill the hole
Which, though he's tried hard to ignore,
Pleads, "More and more and more and more!"
But if he never should respond
Still, that pure love will seal the bond
That ties you to My own heartbeat
For then you'll see My love complete
For though the world resists Me still
I love them fiercely and always will
I've known rejection like no other
From bride and kindred and friend and brother
And when you love through hate and scorn
A jewel within your heart is born
For then you glimpse My own heart's breaking
And learn My secrets of rarest taking
To rejoice in the face of bitter spite
Requires sure death but will invite
Your soul to dance in gardens of bliss
Where you will know My Lover's kiss
So come and dance with Me, make haste
There's no spare moment left to waste
Abundant life waits through this door
With thrills and pleasures evermore!
A sip of stillness
relax in the warmth
of the "felt"
love of Christ.
He widens my vision
with His Power
in my quest
for that Pearl
the Pearl of greatest price.
Revitalize my love
renew my thirst for His Word
empower my prayers
with wordless adoration..........
the inhibition over
the desert lay behind
and off I am
into the land of longing.....
I do not
no words are necessary
too paltry would they be.
that becomes the diamonds
and comes forth.
Like the water lily
I am basking in the sun
of His Presence.
I soak up His Love
In this ecstasy
through which He speaks
to a deaf world.
(Which has shut Him out.)
To give joyous hospitality
we need silence
a simple, prayerful silence
in our pousitinia*
to hear from our God
that still small Voice
I will lead her
into the desert
and tenderly speak
at a loss
the Spirit intercedes for us
for words *
Cj April 30, 2017
So many lines and laments
scribed in ink and feeling,
for the girl who is the ocean
but she is a swell and surge
too dauntless and wild,
for a lover whose bones crave the shore.
She craves the squalls and gusts,
and cast iron skies,
a worldly drift to sate the salt in her skin,
the deep pull of currents in her blood.
She is chaotic but not reckless,
she is fickle, but not feckless.
Love her boldly or not at all
her bones belong to the sea
but she will always return to the shore.