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 May 2016 RJW
Alyssa Underwood
Might there be a fountain
where souls long dead from thirst
find spirits raised to life in floods abounding free,
so that what once walked as corpse,
night-bound and blind, may see?
Old self exchanged for Treasure,
diving in tastes such rejuvenation
as can't be weighed by mortal measure—
wine unlike our earth-grown fruit whose petals fall,
from this Vine flowers the pleasantness of Love Divine
which bathes in healing waters all
who come as humble newborn with bold **** to dine.
"Jesus answered, 'Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.'"  John 4:13-14

"Then Jesus declared, 'I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me will never go hungry, and he who believes in Me will never be thirsty.'"  John 6:35

"On the last and greatest day of the Feast, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, 'If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.'"  John 7:37-38

"'I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing.'"  John 15:5


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Structure inspired by a poem from the journal of Jim Elliot

Repost
Thank you, Lord, for rescuing me from my own way.
Again.
Thank you for removing the stain of my sin.
And wiping my slate clean.
Jesus, I love you so much.
 May 2016 RJW
LveYourLife
Just last week I found
my tumbled sea glass heart.
It was on the beach,
next to the broken shells
and abandoned fishing line.
Dusting off my skinned-knees
and brushing away sandy shoal,
I found the green bit of mangled broken.
It was more beautiful now, perhaps.
For being tumbled had made it
soft
glowing
gentle
delicate
in the palm of my hand.
A rounded, misshapen triangle-
glinting with salty brine,
green as the tumultuous sea.
Just last week I found
my tumbled sea glass heart.
 May 2016 RJW
criediple
the tricky thing
about growing up
is it’s a choice

puberty happens
because of nature

adulthood is a conscious effort.
 May 2016 RJW
Kathryn Heim
If God in all
His majesty
has a divine
plan for me,
is it veiled
or is it bold
to be kept
or to be told,
rather I would
surely find
this consequence
of love divine,
knowing it has
been decreed
God's love will not
abandon me.
 May 2016 RJW
niamh
Somehow
 May 2016 RJW
niamh
Beyond the clouds
There is a light
Gentle and strong
The promise
Of the end of night.
It shimmers
With the sound of
Children's laughter.
The hint of
A happily ever after.
Or maybe just
Okay for now,
But we'll make it
Through this storm
Somehow.
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