All are welcome at God's Table

Dancer in the Tree

For you

I have seen you calm the storm.

I have seen you walk on water.

I have eaten of your miraculous bounty.

I have hid here in the shadows,

Just to catch a glipse.

To confirm my faithful heart,

Wanting to be seen.

Waiting for my miracle.

I’ve walked miles just to see you.

I’ve left my life to follow you,

And I wait here in the shadows.

Just waiting for you.

It was the day you spoke in darkness

Under cover of the night.

A mighty wind wrapped arms around me

Left me with this word impressed on my heart.

I’ve seen you in the daylight with feet marked by dirty roads,

I’ve seen you in your slumber dreaming of the light of hope.

For I am here to rescue you

From your hiding desires unseen

For only in your hiding place, I reveal myself to you.

The miracles you cried for, the touches you wished were for you,

I orchestrated heaven for you to see…

And believe…

For your miracle.

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Julian

Angel of Peace

To look upon you, oh sleeping child,
Who's eyes are peaceful and who's burden is light.
Rest, precious, rest.

To look upon you, oh serene slumber,
Who's dimensions exceed the cosmic scope of
Time and place and relevance of mortal comprehension.
Cast me in your renewing power,
Falling now on heavy eyes.

To look upon you, oh pure heart,
Untainted, undefiled, encompassed by radiant love,
Who knows not but to trust love,
Sweet innocence.

To look upon you, oh angel of peace,
Who finds refuge and strength in the glory of his highness.
Stay near quiet presence, stay near.

Until my burdens cease,
until my furrowed brow is lifted,
Until my shattered remains are restored,
I will look upon my sleeping child
and see her serene slumber and pure heart,
taken captive by you,
oh angel of peace.
until my

Turn the page

Nothing I seem to write on my new clean page seems to be an appropriate transition into dreaming.  It's intimidating blankness, however, seems to be purely demonstrate how I should view my tomorrows from a heavenly perspective.  Waiting at my hand to fill it in. 

So I'm going to start by sharing some of my art. 
I do not know who my words or creations will help, but I have to hope my calamity has brought me here so my story can echo that of my sisters before me who walked through the flames of displacement, and hate, and religion, and identity, and marriage, and eternity, and motherhood, and loss, and love, and grasping God and his Word, and all that seems impossible.  Do you feel me?

It starts here.