A GIFT AFTER TEARS

AS A CLAP OF THUNDER WITHIN THE HEAVENLY VAPORS
AS A JAGGED LIGHTENING BOLT STABBING AND DIVIDING IT'S PATH'S MASSES
THE POINT OF MY PEN BRINGS A VOICE
BIRTHING CLARITY TO INTERNAL WRESTLINGS
AND DIVINE LONGINGS TOO ENORMOUS FOR LIMITED MEDITATIONS.

THE STROKES I APPLY ARE AS A NEEDLE THREADING AND MENDING
WOUNDED PLACES LEFT EXPOSED IN QUESTS FOR VULNERABILITY
IT HAS BLED TO CLEANSE THAT WHICH NEVER CONTAINED LIFE
AS THOUGH DEATH CAME TO VISIT, GRIEF WAS PRESENT.

MY GUIDED HAND MOVES WITH LIFE WITHIN AND BEYOND ME
ANOTHER HAND THAT TOUCHES ETERNITY MERGES WITH MY OWN
ONE THAT PARTED WATERS AND RAISED THE DEAD
MOVES MOUNTAINS OF FEAR AND DOUBT WHICH THREATEN TO HINDER

NEW LIFE HAS BEEN BIRTHED WITHIN MY CREATED AND CREATIVE BEING
MY PEN IS THE SCOPE WHICH MAGNIFIES DIVINITY IN MY HEART
THE DREAM THAT WAS WOUNDED IS NOT DYING
HOPES WERE SEEDS ONLY NEEDING TO BE WATERED
BY THE FOUNTAIN FLOWING FROM CREATION'S MAKER
MIXED WITH BOTTLED TEARS FROM A HEAVY SPIRIT

SPROUTS OF LIFE HAVE SEEDS TO SPREAD
SORROW LASTING ONLY FOR AN EVENING
SHELLS ARE SOFTENING AS CREATIVE RAINS FLOW FROM A TINY ROD
THE WORDS ARE BLOOMS DELIVERED TO ROOMS IN THE HEART
A SMILE IS BORN AND JOY IS ETERNALLY IMPARTED
SALVATION IS THE DREAM THAT HAS COME TRUE
REDEEMING CONCEIVED LIES THAT ALL IS LOST
THAT THE DREAMS ARE NOT REAL


IT IS THE DREAM THAT FEEDS THE STREAM OF THE HEARTS
NOT MY DREAM, BUT HEAVEN'S HOPE
PROVIDED WITH ABANDON TO ALLOW ALL TO RECEIVE
DREAMS MEANT TO COME TRUE AND SHED UPON ONES YET TO BE
CARESSING LIVES AHEAD THAT THE FUTURE MAY TAKE HOLD
THAT ALL OF LIFE IS NEVER IN VAIN
AND LOVE IS WAITING FOR OPEN HEARTS
MAYBE ONES CUT OPEN FROM LIFE'S WOUNDS
TO RECEIVE THE DREAM THAT ORIGINATED IN THE MASTER'S WOMB.


This poem seems strange to me. But it came out of my heart this morning. In the womb of the morning came a fruit that is new to my taste. Something ripe from the tree of life hidden in my inner garden. God and me creating together!! It is what we were created to do.