December 2018
Struggle into Joy
the words I have read
countless times;many head spaces
expect a change in ones orbit
mine stuck beyond a verse
inside these chapters shadows
known so well,for night falls
shaped as days wake up
part of truly engaging
find ways to make God alive
alive,joy in marked passages
tiny connections relatable
why do I read the word?
it feels like my owwn joy grows
a personal thank you God
when earth makes no sense
and oceans seem bigger
your voice wrars scuba gear
breathed with ancient lungs
lungs of a great ape
heart of the flawed
only key has disappeared, burned
fly away to firey places
I don't want you near daily
my happy places aren't quiet
see,hear,taste,touch life
erase perhaps flawed chapter
pray for His voice reading it
enter that memory open
listen He can see a birds eye view
I am only in first person
talking to myself boldly
lies meet bright goodbyes
door;how can I close it?
this God leaves a signal
buried with vikings treasure
one verse beginning,healer
healer words spoken everyday
pray when a heart opens up
make the past raindrops
built from stained glass windows
pieces where I have walked
invisible wings created by you
see someone rising, healed
live as each memory transforms
slowly adds to a brilliant church
I want you near daily
my sad days are louder
happy places are discoveries
a verse standing out
shadows not so lonely
prayer "I have seen joy
come from this memory
I am loving where it has taken me
stages and blog and friends.
Becca Joy
