I Thirst
I gave it all
My everything
Not one more drop left
Of me to give
Empty
And now
I thirst
© 2011 Julie Clark
Faith
Good Friday
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Undeserved
I didn’t deserve this
I didn’t plant the seed or bulb
I didn’t tend or care for it properly
It was just there when we moved in
Then the blackberry brambles took over
and one day my fearless sons decided
to clear them out
and oh yeah, I forgot there was a camellia under there
and now look what is happening
grace upon grace
undeserved favor
is smiling on me
with every open bloom on this bush
Summary
Just to summarize
what life boils down to,
the essence of our being
here on planet earth
is love.
Simple? yes
but it takes a lifetime
to learn
best to get started
as soon as possible.
Fire
God uses the fodder
of our everyday lives
to fuel the flame
of His passionate
Refining
Transforming fire.
The result:
unimaginable beauty,
pure gold.
Ash Wednesday
The big problem
of pain or illness
is it is constantly
screaming for attention.
It drives me away
from anything else but myself,
pulling me steadily inward.
This is no way to live
or die for that matter.
I want to learn
new strategies
of living and caring
in the midst of it.
I have a role model
to study and learn from.
I think of Jesus.
His last days of life
His suffering and agony.
He didn’t go inward
and far away.
He stayed with us.
He instructed his friends
to put away their swords.
He looked at Peter
at the rooster’s third crow.
He had a few words
for Pilate.
A few more for the woman
on the path to the cross.
He took care of his mother.
He forgave his tormentors.
He brought comfort to another dying man.
He looked up.
He gave himself to God.
© 2014 Julie Clark
A Lifeline
Be a lifeline of hope
a connection of kindness.
We never know who we will meet
on this winding road of life.
I may have just what that person needs.
The interesting thing is:
What we practice comes
rolling back, multiplied
upon us.
One day I may need
some hope
or my children
kindness.
It’s a wise investment.
Who Are We?
I Practiced What I Preached on Sunday. I asked about my new name since battling my third cold of the season I was feeling rather Sick and Tired. The answer is embedded in the following poem as well as some excerpts from the sermon.
“Who are we?”
Asked the Poet King
the Battle Weary Psalmist.
There are days I feel
just like a Breath
or a Passing Shadow
as this Shepherd of Sheep
and a Kingdom felt.
What is my name?
Surely not
Sick and Tired.
If I listen open-hearted
the message will come
With an eye of faith
I can almost see it written
on the wing of the messenger:
Overcoming One
Who Loves My People.
That’s a name I
can grow into.
My identity is not
in how I feel or
how another calls me
or sees me.
No, it is in
How my Maker made me
to be like him
Image Bearer
full of Glory
full Grace.
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