Nancy Delgado

Nancy Delgado Sep 2015

freedoms’ perfume lavished me and loves’ petals clothed me,  my eyes were perfectly shut and innocence was my life held hands with my beings’ Designer until lies’ deceiving yet ever so attracting shadow dawned  upon the opening of my soul that began departing as soon as i desired that which was not mine own- nor was ever meant for my use. so easily did it lure me in  yet, the consequence became the stain that haunts me to this day. with a disguise to seem but a hint of elegant, its’ eloquent speech surrounds me still- though the spiraling downward brings eternal destruction,  my Makers’ arm extended towards me- lifted me by the way of the Blood that immersed thee mark of death away- i am called daughter and in His hand i do rest. even now- the Resurrected prays for my soul. Perfect unity awaits me…

Nancy Delgado Sep 2015

ancora

empty me of dreams
that i may live in the fulness of life,
away with the fog that comes my way-
nothing but distractions
give me Adonai,
He who my soul loves and eagerly longs for.
birth in me a new desire to learn of Him and know Him who took delight in me, even in my death.
Chaser of my soul,
if i fall and You permit it and better yet, construct it- let me know that it is towards Your arms that i am landing on,
then will the fall be eternally sweet and the ground less fearful,
since You, even now, sustain me.

Nancy Delgado Sep 2015

7, starry night

antique platters of synchronized hearts
stamped with eternity from the beginning
yet, foolishly dancing the night away.

as if the breaking dawn is honestly promised.
oh, weary traveler,
find rest under the moon light.
for herein is thee one and only
everlasting river that'll quench your soul's thirst.
in abundance- grow, my dear...
you are not meant to stay a seed to be thrown away,
if, you have already questioned the planets' Maker
and amongst this wandering- there has been a momentary
fear and tremble along with an annoyance of self
truly, the Author of life is in your midst.
be prepared for the breaking down of the walls you took years to build up

regardless, when He comes, breaking through glorious thundering clouds of sheer mystery above your weary soul, you'll be remade into a modeled castle,
pointing to that which is soon to come.

Nancy Delgado Aug 2015

Maranatha.

even in the shadow, There is Light
flying by this present age that's already fading away
even the curious are starting to give up-
day after day, knowledge.
night after night, speech.
creation teaches us humility and the rod is not far from grace filled hearts.
it is much needed, you see, to boast in our evident weakness- to see Christ as evermore Strong
for in this meekness- Life is gained.
not life as most think of but the revelation of Jesus Christ in which there is no lack of anything
only eternal fullness at His feet.

Nancy Delgado Aug 2015

"Who do you think you are?"

A longing soul thinking to be ready to see face to face yet is being remade since day one that it was branded
my fabric is being reconstructed by Excellent's hands that calm the waves and send lightning all at once this soul of mine struggles to see these sunsets in itself but regardless it is not my sentiments that have eternal meaning but Eloi's promises. Given to receive to merely give in abundance for I did nothing to gain the brimful Reality. Merciful Son is my morning song and evening medicine. For now, a bruised reed and smoking flax - holding on tightly to bleeding Love.

Nancy Delgado Jul 2015

new sunsets

real love
gleams through
much sacrifice.
for growth-
one must go forth
into foreign lands,
away from close kin
to tell of.
stories of
Truth being exposed
amongst unknown faces
and places bring all together.
go now,
to love more.

Nancy Delgado Jun 2015

the Gospel.

heavens ardent flame touches my lips
with your holy truth you send me out at once
this is unlike any other remedy
this is life itself
turning you from the fatal road
welcoming you from death into reality
proclaimed by faithful, weakened creatures of
Him who is perfect alone, Jesus.