Nancy Delgado

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

held in one hand as the other hand controls unseen galaxies
the tallest trees are prone to longing for they know the sky is Home.

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

forgiveness

whether deserved or exceedingly undeserved
loving acts are to be given with full intention to point all towards the Son-
calling His Fathers children Home- a call to depart from the ruinous castle in that folk tale dressed as reality
Triune fire exposes such burdensome roads
rescues us into family and calls us to a higher understanding, overflowing grace

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

Feather.

from the wind that surrounds to the lightest morning dew
grace keeps embracing us all
from the brewing of coffee beans to the wearing warm socks
grace keep embracing us all

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

Identity.

Rest in sunshine's gaze upon you
For truly then and only then will all other strivings to be disappear
As you breathe in and know you are truly beloved, clothed in lilies of the field that the Image created for you
A never ending romance of anchored assurance- every effort to become will be but a faint memory of a life you once familiarized with as you behold and know
Christ fully renews you, forevermore.

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

far off country.

the light, the breath, the water, the touch, the hope, the sound, the taste, these are but shadows of the beginning which will be met in the moment of our full restoration as the Bride of Christ, only then will we meet Intimacy face to face, we will be held as we behold, only then will our true name be revealed, only at our far off country.

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

nostalgic realities.

nostalgic realities are the faithful arrows that lead me towards that everlasting future of which grace gently whispers into my soul daily,
all of creation really, we are all waiting though, only a few know what the longings and heart aches actually foretell
until we watch newness unfold, nostalgic realities are the names of promises given by the Name long ago engraved on many of our souls before creation was told to exist
nostalgic realities, a present analogy of that which no words can ever obtain

Nancy Delgado Apr 2015

Queen of paper castles.

grappling hope, between what was revealed and what my feeble mind thinks could come to be.
strangled is my faith as i pretend to have control yet always fall short.
false expectations of demands no one gave, proud thoughts encourage unknown promises.
forget the temporary castle if eternal joy is what needs to be extracted in that dark old exchange that begs to be seen as beautiful.
i'll gladly be nothing if it means the King of Zion will be in control for therein lies all true peace freely given in abundance, overflowing mercies are truly gained on that gorgeous Mountain.