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Calculating Angels

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Are there certain angels

just really good at math?

Figuring out the

sowing and reaping

equations for every

single person alive?

Or calculating

resources versus

generosity?

Or how much faith

it takes, to say,

throw a mountain

into the sea,

or for that matter

be marked

with the Holy Spirit?

Does all of heaven

just know these things

while most of us are just

scratching the surface

or scratching our heads?

 

©  2015 Julie Clark

 

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Advent: Peace

Prepare the way

prepare the home

prepare the table

prepare my heart

Fix those potholes

line the streets with

flowers and lights

Clean every corner

dust and sweep

gather and hunt

Fill the house with

color and fragrance

flowers and fruit

to center the table

 

Now the hardest part –

my heart

Dark and dusty places

replaced with light and

fragrance from hidden

fruits sown and grown

the greatest is love

centering all

 

In that clear night sky

long ago

the angels could not contain

the joy

and sang of peace

the world is yet longing for

Where will this peace be found

if not first in our hearts

cluttered with care and

discord

Prepare ye the way

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Advent: Musings of a Mother

He’s a puzzle, a mystery, a riddle

This person I know so well yet not at all

I only see a part not the whole

I can’t get inside his head, his heart

his skin for that matter

I don’t know why he does this or that

Says it that way instead of this way

I admit I am perplexed and mystified

I wonder at times if his mind is overloaded

Some what imbalanced

Yet, he is the one the angel

called me to bear

The one we have been waiting for

I know

I said yes, and I did what I was asked

I was not ashamed

I knew where he came from

But what kind of deliverer will he be?

How is he going to save us from our enemies?

He is so gentle and kind

This babe I once wrapped in rags

Where were the angels when I writhed in pain?

I heard later they were off singing to some shepherds

who came in awe to see him

I will continue my daily watch

Pack up and move with him

He is so weary and spent

He may need me again

Before this day is through

© 2013 Julie Clark

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