(Marianne helping me with a knotty problem)
She has gone away
Released her breath and spirit
We have grief and tears
Lonely is this life
Soul trapped in body shell
Freed for true union
She carried many
Can too much love break your heart
Apparently so
© 2018 Julie Clark
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.
The breeze rustling through the plum trees
Against the clear morning blue
Catches my breath
Suddenly I am in the mountains
Somewhere
It could be the Crestline of my youth
Or Dutch Flat where we spent many a summer day
With our little ones and extended family
Or the Tien Shan
Which we lived in the shadow of for so many years
It is the stillness
Interrupted by the playful breeze
It is the fresh morning air
And sun awakened scents
That bring this mountain peace to me
It connects with a longing for rest
The need to just be
To slow down
To enjoy unfolding beauty
Not to rush off
To the next thing on my list
© 2011 Julie Clark
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