love song for God my creator

In my darker moments

it times of anxiety and despair

In my loneliness

exhausted anguish

My God remembers me

if He does with the birds

that land in the trees

So He does

He does with me

In the nights that get to quiet

when my soul cries for steadiness


My spirit reaches

the deep to the deep

Trust me

with your time

your gifts

your loves

your hopes dreams or just wish

the authorities

and darkness of this world

can never hold my kind of free

I sit in the hands of my creator

who has never forgotten me

The angers stirring their own kinds of war

shall not phase me

I take no part in Babylons whore

For I know who has made me

what He’s given me

and how He’s saved me

The chess pieces playing their turns

beckon for my hand

both sides revealing in part

while each player hides their own monsters

all players darkened in their hearts

shells of people

inhabited by what they’ve sold out for

Redefining their own creations

and natural rules about life

calling love and tolerance

what I call confusions and strife

distracting with talks about self made stars

and feelings and pseudo realities

Like I should be impressed..

But I’m a woman

human created by God

I’m no part of the game anymore

Resettling ,breathing in

My peace

My free

I trust my creator

with me

“do not fear what they fear, nor be in dread.”-Isaiah 8:12

Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near.Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.¬†Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. The things you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”-Phillipians 4:5-9




In the way words hold memories

and memories hold words

sometimes to imprint harshly

and sometimes to undo damages done

some words gave wings

and spaces made those wings fly

in places maybe only poets understand

and understand what words cant explain

even in silences working things out

preparing for the replenish
to be expressed

in that space my wings are folded

listening to silence
or a hum drum hum

that is waiting for that expression

listening for the things only poets understand

or working it out
knowing I might not hear it again

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The Creator,Created and Time

Creator created earth
Creator  created life
Creator created man
and then the woman life
The balance of man and woman
mirroring God himself
how did we get so lost
in the breadth of our discussion
on the explanatory needs
building instutions
and planting deathly seeds
the prophecies come true
the ones we read from ancient
and they still hate
and they still turn away
no one was saved by the sword
no one was ever healed by force
there is a balm in Gilead
there is a tree of life
there is morning star
there is an end to strife
and every eye will see
and every knee will bow
for the Creator has come
to restore
to resolve
and the ones who claimed His name
for their own selfish pride
for their gain and evil
they will not ride
they will not ride
Creator created earth
Creator created life
Creator created man/woman
and man/woman created strife
life begins
life never really ends
and we say come quickly
for if I die in body I shall live in Spirit with my creator
so set me free
so set me free
I will not bow the knee
dont bow the knee
to the Man who says he is He
the False Second Adam The false Christ
The false
The false and the fall…