I peep behind the horse chestnut tree
as you run far and wide,
and I begin to count to twenty-five.
1 banana, 2 banana, 3 banana...
Ready or not, here I come!

Are you hiding over there?
I begin to search high and low
wondering where did you go?
Then I hear your stiffled giggle
Ah, I found you and my smile is wide;
Now its my turn to run and hide.

We giggle and run down the garden
and you begin to count behind the tree
1 banana, 2 banana, 3...
I run towards the garden shed
to the side of the house,
as I attempt to be as quiet as a mouse.

I crawl behind the compost bin
and crouch behind the reeled up hose
but, then I hear your footsteps begining to get closer.
So, I hold my breath a little
and I try and keep myself steady...
Oh **** it, how did you find me already?!

©️Lizzie Bevis

Can you feel him passing by?
Can you feel his presence near?
Can you hear the rustle of his garments
As the quiet wind is stirred?

It is Jesus just as he is passing by

Does the world watch in silent wonder
As the mountains quake with thunder?
The storms and waters bellow and roar
Upon the old familiar Galilee's shore

Hush now for Jesus is passing by

Little ones laugh for sheer delight
And dance upon little feet so light
Come and listen; now gather round
There is room for all the lost and found

Listen to Jesus as He is passing by

As we seek Him and as we long
In our great weakness, He is strong
He finds us where we are
And calls us deeper far
Than we have ever been before
It only takes one open door

Invite Him in as Jesus is passing by

Just to see Jesus just as He is passing by
Lives are changed and grown men cry
All the Saints in Heaven with one voice
Say "Jesus is passing by! Rejoice!"

So let us too, in our daily living,
Love more perfectly, be more forgiving
Could the light of Jesus shine in me
So others might say what they see:

"Is that Jesus just as He is passing by?"

paralytic skies
hold close their embrace
folding in
upon themselves

glaring
burning cobalt eyes

crushing
their despairing captives

whose hollow faces
drag the recalcitrant air
into the cavities
of spiritless lungs

blood and bone
test the bars
of their inherited prison
built with
walls of allegorical stone

they cast
their harrowed gaze
upward

prospecting for pay dirt
through tapped out veins
of hope
and love
in strip mined heavens

I strain to chase my own inspiration
But ev’ry day there’s only artifacts
From my past eras, this lonely creation
Takes every fleeting feeling like a fact.

I seek, I seek, but rarely do I find
The abstract answer I was looking for;
You’d think you can’t get lost inside your mind
But sometimes you don’t own the parts you store.

It truly is a pit without a bottom
To stare the depths that lie within your heart
Because we underestimate the *****’s
Ability to turn pain into art.

Although it may appear to be a void
A writer’s well of words can’t be destroyed.

must you wander elsewhere,
selfishly could ever seem,
may you instinctively
seek for me.

within the walls of torrid days
where broken glass of mem’ry lays
on wine red floors by Sol emblazed
reflecting time in shattered rays

the golden house where passion bloomed
and craving raw two lives consumed
each kiss in auric light illumed
with camellia each sigh perfumed

in stucco rooms the heat we bore
through afternoon to evermore
and took no guilt to answer for
with whispered gifts on fevered shore

the salted air from sea reclined
on posted bed with we entwined
who sought the depths of joy refined
through cloudless days of love enshrined

now on cold streets like empty hall
where shadows reign and echoes fall
do sky and sun in grief recall
two souls conjoined two hearts enthralled

there I search for vine wreathed door
where all my life has gone before
for you alone can ere restore
this banished man to summer’s shore

I still remember.
The feeling of my heart exploding inside my chest with every thump.
I can remember my own emotions emptying into my body like acid
I just lay there and cry, ask “why”, moan and mump.
Never putting back together bits and pieces of my heart caused havoc
Emotional warfare. Back and forth.
She struck, I would strike.
So many half conscious actions to play her game when it too, degraded my worth
I was on a heart seek binge, for her love only, thinking, hoping one day it would be right
5 years later I decided to venture into my love-ridden heart and construct
Design a blueprint to reinvent my heart better than before
Even better than before all the scars, all the wrongs, all the obliteration
One that would convince my mind to make choices that were unconditional
If I’m to do it it’s because I would do it again and mean it each time
A heart that can be the guiding vessel I need everytime I’m losing course
Leading myself on a heart seek binge for my love only and a better love to come
I will remember

There is a place like home
Far way from this land of mine
A place so distant yet close to my heart
It's a place of beauty where I  long  to be
With everything that's full of splender within the delights of  His existence
Yes it is place only  for those that seek after Him
Indeed there is a place like home
Far away from this land of mine were the saints live forever.