(Not prose, but urgent poems -mine and His- with an image from my icons “Among the Lampstands”)
Among the lampstands walks a man with fire in His face
And seven starry messengers are held up by His grace.
He involves us in this vision. He gave us words to SEE:
The things that are, the things that were, the things still yet to be.
He walks among the lampstands. He wants my heart to know.
He’s not seated casually – so far from all below.
He once walked in a garden (one walks when not at rest)
He’s up and looking, searching. His heart is on the quest.
Genesis 3: 8, Revelation 1:20, and 2:1
These are piercing eyes that see the show of every deed I know.
And those undone and those dismissed which stained my vaunted soul.
He says “wake up” He softly calls. Then runs off from my door!
“There are things yet uncompleted! Take my blood-soaked cloak as cover
And run with me my love.”
“Don’t slumber now, ‘stead heed my promise and I will give you more.”
“Have you forgotten, you who stand there pondering the storm?”
“I’ve loved you long before. I have more for us together! Oh, turn and let’s explore.”
Song of Solomon 2:8-14, Revelation 22:2
His were first words ever spoken. His will be the last.
And though He knows we “now have sorrows” -Time will make this past.
He assures me with His middle words He sealed them sure and fast
And so my present tense is traveling, held by Jacob’s mast.
Genesis 28:12-13, John 16:22-27 and Revelation 1:5 and 8
“After these things I looked and behold…” There’s a linear time jump to future we’re told.
Quantum cycles repeated ‘til the story was old.
But then lifted out come we, no longer on hold.
I’m so caught by wonder, I drink from again.
“To Him who’s released me” My soul on the mend!
Revelation 1:5b and 4:1
There is a city coming. Beyond this hour of trials,
Established by the builder, who says “a little while”
A new name and an old name Gives the One traversing time.
And you who hold fast what you have. Will not be left behind.
Isaiah 26:20, Mark 6:31, John 16:16-22, Hebrews 11:8-10 and Revelation 3:12, and 6:11
In Matthew today I read…
“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. Look, your house is left to you desolate. For I tell you, you will not see me again until you say, ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.’
Our Lord is long-suffering to gather His chicks under His wings. How precious to think of His mercy, His compassion and His love for Israel and for us. I love your poem, Mary. God has gifted you to bless each of us with words from Him. Thank you for your obedience to give God the Glory!!!
And thank you for the time and love you have shown to my girl. She was so encouraged by you.
Love, Joni
Joni, thank-you even as you sit under your own tests. God made us for this time! Oh His long-suffering for us! And for Israel yet to see. They will SEE
Beautiful, Mary.
thank-you Lynn. Pls share if you have a chance. I don’t have what people call “a platform” but this time we have now is critical. I feel it in my bones.
Wow, how powerful! Thanks for telling me about your blog Mary. So proud of you!
Well that was fast! 🙂