Join Hands in Prayer #covid19 #pray

     If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

2 Chronicles 7:14

 

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Another Call… #sundaydevotion #phonecalls

The phone rings, it’s ignored

it rings again, such an irritant

his phone jumps about the table

exasperated he answers

“she isn’t here, she’ll call you back”

(sobbing on the other end of the line)

“My car was just hit.  I’m sitting on the side of the road”

“Are you okay honey? Here’s mom.”

 

 

How often do we get calls that we don’t pick up?

I have family on their own ring tone and I still miss their calls.

Ever think about this? God always hears our cries for help and He knows each of our voices (kind of like heavenly ring tones.) Not only does God hear our cries, He hears us complain, whine, beg for direction. The phone exchange in Heaven has no down time and our calls are always answered – no dropped calls. Try prayer the next time you feel at the end of your earthly rope – He is listening!

 

                                              “In my distress I called upon the LordAnd cried to my God for help; He heard my voice out of His temple,  and my cry for help before Him came into His ears.”

                                                                                                                 Psalm 18:6

“The righteous cry, and the Lord hears And delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

Psalm 34:17 & 18

                                              “Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me.”

Psalm 50:15

 

 

 

Beckoned by … Silence #poetry

mountain dawn

Silent  touch upon my fingertips

in awe I barely breathe

captivated by the moment

how can I this place ever leave

Upon the plains I live

where golden waves rush by

but in my heart I cling

majestic eagle soaring high

To the mountain I’ll return

lay upon grassy bed

beneath the canopy of stars

dreams swirl about my head

With the dawn willingly rise

light greeting forth the day

not closing now my eyes

hands lifted, silent I pray

Shared with Poet’s United Midweek Motif – the theme this week is “Silence.”

How or where does silence beckon you?

 

Reverse Thunder #devotion

storms end

 

I hear thunder in the distance

rolling onward like the waves

gaining power it surges  forward

and like a child I am afraid

flash and pounding ever stronger

seconds now and it will hit

dark the clouds and growing closer

blowing fragile tree to bits

it has stopped and hovers o’er me

a distinct voice of one I love

in the whispers it is calming

begging help from God above

*

Reverse Thunder

whispered prayers become a shout

God listens

 

I read an inspiring devotion about ‘Reverse Thunder’ and the power that prayer has. With our world in such tumult, we can turn our prayers into a reverse thunder – an energy that can be focussed in   fervent loving appeal.

 

In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears.

Psalms 18:6

 

“Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.”

Colossians 4:2

“From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. ”

Psalms 61:2

 Sharing this with GodInterest

Too Much to Let Go of …. #grief #poetry #photography

sun behind clouds

runs through my fingertips

furrows formed by tears

so much run-off in my heart

though preparing these many years

*

how can one prepare

for a loved one’s life to pass?

one my knees I’ve daily prayed

memories to hold me fast

*

to the pier of grief I’m moored

against me the waves crash

bulwark waterlogged

to hope my sinews lashed

*

“steer straight” I hear the call

a lighthouse  is ahead

drift not into death’s shoals

peer through the cloud of dread

 

Impotence in Loss #poetry #photography

fountain

I can’t catch the tears

cascading down your face

nor stem emotion’s tide

rushing as if in a race

*

I can’t cradle you

as in quiet you groan

nor ease the suffering

that comes when you’re alone

*

I can’t be where I’d like to be

holding back the sorrow

the life that will no longer be

knowing he wont be there tomorrow

*

But know if I could

I’d place my finger in the crack

that will never seal

 part of you never quite on track

*

I will say a prayer

love you and yours more

spill my own tears

cast rose petals on the shore

fountain of tears

Have you suffered loss?

then you know there is that place

that is always a bit raw

a tear that escapes

a heart that skips a beat

My dearest friend lost her father today.

This man was a father to many more than his four

I was one of the dozen kids he offered a home to.

He no average man a heart big and warm

Safe journey to distant shores

father and

friend

*

 

 

Tomorrow #pain #amwriting #poetry

The sun will come up …

Tomorrow

and I bet

I’ll face this all

tomorrow

it’s not fun

*

Just thinking about

tomorrow

cancer eats the joy

and leaves a sorrow

today its won

*

When Im stuck in a day

that’s sad and lonely

I must fall on my knees

and hope

and pray

*

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

 a pain free

tomorrow

is always a hope

away

*****

Annie’s Version:

Tomorrow

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!

Just thinkin’ about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none!

When I’m stuck a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!

From Annie

The prompt at Never Ending Story is Tomorrow and at Poet’s United – Verse First is Ordinary.

Some of us face extreme pain as part of our daily, ordinary lives.  I have managed 22 pain filled years without narcotics (except when I’ve been hospitalized).

You can sing my version of “Tomorrow” I have.  I added Annie’s version because she faced a wall of Tomorrows and managed a smile with each one. To each of you who are enduring I hope for a sun filled Tomorrow.

Pain – Fear – Cancer #oneshotwednesday #poetry #cancer

How do you douse 20 years of pain

that falls like sheets of  pouring rain?

with a needle, a pill

or  a strong stubborn will?

***

How do you face unfaceable fear?

the adversary today certainly not clear

A shotgun, a dagger

an act, a feigned swagger?

**

How do you battle multiple growths of  Cancer?

For so many I wish I held the answer

strong arms  a bucket for the tears

truck load of warm loving prayers

****

To you who suffer there is no plan but there is in fact a place to turn.

I’ve heard there were no atheists in the foxhole.

I assure you there are few who don’t seek the strong arms of a God in a Cancer ward.

As I write this, I am packing to go to a cancer hospital to find out where my cancer is at.

( I do believe in miracles;  I have experienced way too many to not believe in victory.)

When I face fear I get rather cold and distant – if any of you have felt this from me please don’t take it personally.

I guess this would constitute as a gray poem not dark

Happy One Shot to all and thanks to each for their contribution.

Thanks for the photo of this grafitti piece: http://www.flickr.com/photos/wilderdom/266650346/

The Dance of Life (A Story)

I wasnt there but I felt your fear. We are mothers after all who have big, strong sons. Strong arms that will hold us when we are frail and weak.

We will never meet but I was there in the waiting room with you. I was holding your hand. I shed a tear. I wanted to yell at the doctors to hurry. I wanted to scrub in and help.

He swallowed a screw you told me through tear brimmed eyes.

“He was fixing the wall in our house when he inhaled it. When he started coughing painful spurts of blood we knew there was trouble. There are no doctors near our village. A friend drove us in his truck many miles to the hospital.”

“They told us the risk was great they couldn’t find the screw in the x-ray. The doctor knew something was there. they had to find it.”

I hugged her. There was a picture in my mind of a screw in your son. I prayed the doctor would find it my friend. If he were my son, you would do the same.

They found the screw after hours of exploring. “The rate of infection is high,” they said. After two weeks, the mother, my friend proudly showed me the screw tucked next to her heart. We danced around the screw – for life, for sons.

I wrote this note to the mama I will never meet:” I got the call before your son went into surgery; my friend a doctor was overseas. He was there when your son needed him. Our lives are different you are from a  small village in Zimbabwe I am from a big city in the United Stated. We are one as mothers. I was so glad my doctor friend was there to help your son. I was there with you in prayer.”