Monthly Archives: July 2011

Three Poems of God as I see Him

God is

God loves

God is working through the chaos

Look back

Look beyond

Hasn’t he always been?

His reign continues

His door is open

His invitation remains

The fire has been burning

Since our first parents

Grasped what was not theirs

It burned then

It continues to burn now

Until the day

All that can be burned will be gone

And what will be

Will be glorious and pure

© 2011 Julie Clark

Call me Treasure

Call me Pearl

Sought and found

You the merchant

You the farmer

All sold

All given

Until I was yours forever.

Only now

Can I love

Because I am loved

By the first lover

Can I give

Can I live

Breathed on

With fresh life

Responding daily

To my name

Treasure and Pearl

© 2009 Julie Clark

Heartbeat of God

Ever reaching for His children

Justice and Peace

He longs to bring with

Connection to His streams of Life

His life breathes life into what is dead or dying

Reviving, weaving, creating purpose

For each new day.

©  2010 Julie Clark

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By the water today

I just need to be by the water today.

Some how I managed to park

Under the tree

With a huge eagle in it.

It reminds me

When I am not even aware of it

You are watching over me.

 

Got my first whiff of blackberries

When I got into the car,

Promises of juicy delight

Later in the summer.

 

He is gathering a crowd

The eagle.

No need to be dramatic.

He just is.

So regal

On his branch at the top of the tree.

 

Me?

Sometimes I need to be dramatic

Just making sure somebody

Is watching.

 

That is what I love about this town

You can drive down to the sea,

Park under a tree with an eagle at the top

Watch a ferry load up

And then a smelly, noisy train comes rumbling by.

© 2011 Julie Clark

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What I Learn from Suzie

When you are caught

Swimming in a lake

Between two volcanoes

And you think you see

A dead fish

Remember

It’s just a lily pad

 

Those volcanoes

Will erupt someday

But you probably won’t

Be around to see them

And if you are

Chances are

You won’t be

In the path of the lava

And the lily pad is

Just that

And that’s how it looks

To see a glass

Half full

© 2011 Julie Clark

 

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