All Day Prayers – Produce Dreams as Nightmares…

Short open mic about the mysteries of intercessory prayer.

Prophesies that send fears, 

Sermons I cannot hear 

Soliloquies, I can not see, 

In fragments,

in pieces, in snippets,

I have dreams that I can’t bear 

Days lost in contemplation, I witness a many  – emancipation 

and then live discreetly

truly afraid to write the things that I see

with the fear that is all mere visionaries. 

An exit stage left, for our former reality. 

In the name of Jesus Christ have mercy on me

for the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. 

With an innate sense of a countdown clock

Tic-tock, ticky, tacky, tock, 

I retract from Christianity to counter the shock

gone too long, my faith is locked, my ship is docked

There is a boat to Tarshish leaving without me

For I am onward to deliver ministry

Three days in hell with the unbelief. 

Who are these dead to be deserving of me?

of my health,

spiritual wealth,

of my energies

But, Aye, who am I to pass judgment on thee?

For when I am light and right with Christ

The skeletons

weigh a ton

brittle finger bones tug the tail of my tapestry. 

 

I am moved by this desperation, a final chance to know God.

These dead in Christ that lived like frauds,

May my fasting break the chains,

may my supplication in Christ, break the bonds.

 

Keeper of my heart

A love poem to my beloved, Jesus Christ, may his words reside in my soul forevermore

Lord, you are the keeper of my heart

Weeper of my dreams

when all seems

Helpless

You provide – focus…

and I know that I am well.

My heart swells

with empathy

The stench of sinners burning – is my misery

How can so many – unknown souls – warrant so much legitimate sympathy

My heart – refuses to be apart and lives for your peace in me – Your breathe in me – gives me songs to speak – new colors into old tapestries.

Help me

remain

Holy and Bright

Caressing my soul

on your heavenly light

With you by my side I know all things are right

Will be alright

because your law is right

Down with Peter’s sword, pen up to write

Your sarcastic intelligence tickles me

but your demands for my life strenthens me

Psalms 19, your Holy Spirit quickens me

Nimble, swift, up on my feet, with new life I say bye to the dead in me, the mystery of your beautiful trinity – will for all eternity dwell deep in me.