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Glorification

In the place
of freedom
of peace
of walking with God,
in the garden
of clear conscience
of flowering love,
We tried it our way
The way we thought was better
the way we thought
would give us more,
we took action
and we took innocence and connection
ending in the choking
glorification of self will,
our words our choices
suffocating life with God;
that the fullness of our thoughts
could be better than God’s
obvious and unsearchable thoughts,
that all our knowledge and choices
were the full story
were eternity’s perspectives
were God’s love expression.
We swapped truth
for pieces of truth
and smallness of truth.

The loss of paradise.

Starting Thoughts:
Paradise where humankind explored and made choices about self, knowledge, truth, innocence with decisions. Eden a place that we all start from in a sense and a place of innocence.
Poem Topic Tags: #choices, #eden, #garden, #innocence, #knowledge, #love, #paradise, #self, #sin, #thoughts, #truth, #will,
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Divine Spark

The deep insanity
the path of humanity
twisting bad
fragile
manifestly touching
and being touched by evil,
massing malevolence.

In the face
of reality, this world
Can I - anyone, call themselves a believer?
for if we truly believed
would we not act
always
for good…
and yet the default
seems the appalling inaction
the chained indifference,
it seems the resident evil
is to not just say I believe
instead, to pretend 
what I believe.

But in the face
of my darkness
I can still choose…
in the truth of my humanness
in a misty clearing awareness
Choose to breathe
to blow on crimson embers
of the divine spark,
Choose to face the threat
of the drowning sea
Choose to face fears and failures
Choose to hear deep 
to deep the love of Christ
Choose to proclaim the power
of the Christ who demons obey
Choose to know a closer presence
with a truly remarkable wonder…
the One
Living God.

Oh, the wonderful Christ
who lived this all
died and rose 
victorious for us all,

It is Him I choose 
to encounter,
I choose the King
to live in His kingdom
to let Him reign
in all parts of my life.

Starting Thoughts:
In the face of what we see and hear in our world, with how we treat each other and the pain that happens randomly or deliberately - can we choose God?
Poem Topic Tags: #choose, #demons, #evil, #hypocrites, #inaction, #indifference, #insanity, #king, #kingdom, #power, #pretense, #reality, #reign, #spark,
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Starting Over

I wear a habit
Or is it the habit
that wearies me?
like our world
that whirlwinds
revolving histories
of war, prejudice, greed,
increasing rootless change
lost and moving values,
the same stealth spiraling
tunnels disintegrate my life,
mind tears,
Contained at first within me
Pieces of my soul
torn again,
floating on self sabotage,
habits creeping wreckage
Doubt, lack of something,
Fear and flight
take pains deeper.

Then despite my careful facade
trying to hide the turmoil,
The clawing winds
Escape through
My body, eyes, mouth
Starting destruction
around me,
In people and places I move
Driving deeper
turmoil, addictions within me
All for self
never good enough
but self important
choosing a world of
Wild Tornadoes.
I ask what do I value?
How can I change?
Do I want to change?

Replacing the old for the new
Knowing I'm not alone;
I go after Him.
I kneel before the Father
Centered on Christ
Looking into His heart
Being with, abiding in Jesus,
I ask for His love
of endless depth to flow
rivers of cleansing life
to heart and soul,
becoming rooted
and established
in amazing love,
new foundations of openness
in God and others,
New depths of prayer,
real infused living,
I stand stronger
immersed in power of
divine spirit and mind,
I share my thoughts, desires
I pray for grace, boldness
I step
into the character
I want to own,
To honour God, others, myself
Sooner than ever before.

Bible Verse:1 Peter 5:10

Prompt
The whirlwinds that devastate our lives? Are they worth it?
Poem Tags
#action, #addictions, #cage, #change, #christian, #destruction, #facades, #fear, #god, #habits, #identity, #intimacy, #kneel, #momentsintime, #poem, #poetry, #promises, #published, #quiettime, #spokenword, #stillness, #time
Starting Over Christian Spoken Word POem

Broken Chains

Sin in the light
exposed,
why do I try
to keep hidden
these chains
that Jesus seeks to break,
why do I want to
feel the same shame
as it grabs me again
Do I like this pain?
Do I revel in the blame?
Retreat to the same?

The kingdom of dark
Baited with a sense
of choice,
Freedom to be ourselves
Expressing individuality
Lured into sharp hooks
hiding from overlooks
living life by our guidebooks
striving for good people looks
living inside the jokebooks.

Only from outside
a bridge through time and space
Can extreme love
True light
make the sacrifice for sin,
the light that leads
purities death the deed
True love that succeeds
salvation guaranteed
Life purpose decreed.

and love abides
for life's freedom,
The fullness of Christ
released deep inside you.

Poem Tags
#christian, #identity, #loneliness, #love, #personality, #poem, #poetry, #reallife, #seeker, #sin, #spokenword, #value, #walls

Prompt
Sin that traps, choices made that lead to hidden chains. Only Jesus can break these.
Broken Chains Spoken Word Poem Christian Sin Loneliness

Newborn Perfection

We thought death desires
Soon shadows
Sin shapes,
Dungeons of
self torture
failure and fright,
striving self improvement 
selling regimes and religion
to get ahead
and we struggle
Eyes dulled
Eyes only seeing
the world through the pain,
Through the hate 
Through the hurt
Through the have to have
slaves to old nature.

But God
sees us,
Deeply lives
love into us,
Deeply dies 
love into us,
For your value
is the price of Jesus,
death to old self
Dead to the old
and we Die with
the heavenly one,
the Son of God
lamb of God 
Righteous Giver
grace powers.

Old ways are buried
and we live anew
risen from death's sting 
no condemnation
No hate
unpunishable
Given a righteous life
We are beautiful brides
Worthy
Righteous 
made perfect
Perfection in Him
Deep roots
Enduring foundations
Pure identity in God
Living from a new peace
abundance of life
Born of God.

Oh we struggle in mind 
in body
but the real you is spirit
redeemed
on a journey with the Saviour.

Poem Tags
#christian, #bornagain, #cross, #death, #grace, #identity, #jesus, #journey, #lamb, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #righteousness, #saviour, #self, #selfworth, #sin, #spokenword
Prompt
A paradox, seeds die - life grows, we die to self to be fully released from slavery to self.
Being born again, God frees us from ourselves

Power Over

The ballroom glitters
chandelier wealth
sumptuous tapestry
of food on corner tables,
stone hearth
open log fire
flowing warmth,
nonexclusive Earth invitation
to the dinner and dance.

powerless and powerful
crowd doorways,
and already the
powerless forced back entrance
powerful red carpet lane,
powerless trying to look
powerful pretending not to look,
powerless lining the wall

powerful dancing the macabre,
liquorice limbs
and sequin suits,
sharp shoes
and slicing shirts,
flaunted fashions
and fierce fortunes,

the music turns
sucking the theatre atmosphere
into terrifying descent
opening sewers,
plunging dark depths:
Of nonsense land,
Of heart timed
broken music
stabs and scabs
in back, mouth, eyes
Of lies and lip service
twisting truth and
weasel words
propoganda smiles
and razor rhythms
Of sweaty handshakes and
feasted friendships,
narrowed eyes
and measuring minds,

the dancing wealth
falters and strobe flickers,
vitality gripped and grasped
from the room.
for the powerful
weigh heavy,
sucking life-light
dancing drunken
leering at the
powerless wallflowers
fastened to the walls,
entertainment to be
painted over with
whitewash
covering the pain,
the death.

tiredness creeps over
the silent soul screams
of the powerless.

in a blackhole of time
a girl, sunken refugee cheeks,
lips parched, peeled
teeth not pearly white,
whispers from the wall
echoes that reverberate
cutting the crap
penetrating the perfect,
"what's happening
to their clothes?"
and in increasing opacity
costumes, vestments
threads decay,
and everyone sees truth...

the powerful…
pimples and smooth skin
perfected muscles and
sculptured curves
grey hairs and sagging flesh
cancer cells in first bloom
accidents waiting to happen,
death waiting for
their fingernails,
their hopes and
dreams,
their hidden, pushed down
concreted over
humaness.

everyone, everything stops.
facades frozen
breaths held,
reality checked,
but hope blooming...

a nervous finger
brushes a button
and elevator music trembles
into existence...

dance the macabre.

Prompt
When wealth combines with the uncaring and greedy hearts, what would happen if we truly shared? Cared?
Power Over - The dance of Wealth.

Love

Faulting through us
an invisible crazed line
deep
connecting us all
yet spreading,
birthed in the choice
of amazing good
terrifying evil
and “I'm mostly nice”,
sin has cracked us
separating
our soul's choices
from the love of God.

What a power to choose,
to respond,
and the judgement of
the cards falls
where we have played them.

But before sin,
before the decision
of Satan
to rebel,
before the fall
of an apple into gravity
of pride,
before the games
the celebrity gratification,
the focus on me...

forgiveness and love
were the very nature
unified purity in God,
God’s entity
His passion
His personality.

And in time
on time
outside of time
God knew,
Knew what would be done
Knew what would be given
Knew the sacrifice
Knew the pain
Knew the power required
Knew the victory,
and it happened
Christ from His heart
God felt this moment
Christ broke His heart
God suffered this moment
Christ raised by His heart
God celebrated this moment.

the final signature
God signed his cross
his x
to the searing consequences
of our decisions and defeats
of the full weight of sin,
all this because God
first loved,
This love of Jesus
has triumphed
Release, remission
and we are
engulfed by the Father’s arms,
Enclosed protected
from principalities
from powers of evil.

Living through God
Living through His love
This God
the light of truth
in our lives.

This is how
we walk in love
put on love
love God
love others
love self

Perfectly reconciled
we love our God
through genuine loving
of others.

Prompt
Love- the reckless, forever love of God that flows from His very nature.
Love Christian Poem

Impossible

Counting
way too impossible,
Sand on the beach
Peebles in the universe,
The problems in my day...
my work
the world,
The giants puff nothing
but rule my life,
Desert dry
I stumble,
purpose parched,
Loser lost,
sin scraped?
No deeper!
sin soaked!

"Oh God,"
I cry
for your forgiveness,
I need
Your impossible.
And then I discover
in the cross
in a Jesus relationship
in worship,
in tune with the Saviour;
streams that flow living water,
My spirit connects
to the holy,
And I dwell deep
loved infinitely, completely,
in the smile of God.

Prompt
Impossible- counting the grains of sand on a beach, fathoming the love of God, we can only be in awe.
Impossible Christian Poem

Without Blame

If every mistake
Every dishonesty
was recorded, held, kept
stored for future blame;
"Oh you've done it again,"
"Why do I always do this?"
Would the friendship last?
marriage last?
who could stand?
would self survive?

Can I cover
in activity, work?
Can I hide
in success, confidence?
Can I soothe
in sex, food?
Can I release
in sport, shopping?
Can I kill
in war, hate?
Can I forget
in drugs, alcohol?
Can I pretend
in family, love?
All is meaningless, random.
The sea rolls heavy
with turgid blood
of the dead,
living souls drown.

Out of the depths I cry 
nightmare pain torn,
My whole being waits,
Suspended apart,
closed, open.

Can I put hope in God?

Revelation 16:3
How do our mistakes affect us? How do we cover what we do? Check out "Without Blame"

Again and Again

I remember,
as many will
the moment
gut of heart
first time
God calling
Bursting pounding
heart moment decision
in moments of hesitation
Facing being unclean
a sinner
Allowing grace
Resurrection Love supreme
to infuse my life.

Dying to self
yet now…
few selfs worthy of a grave.

Return
to your first love.

Soul Window

Beginning
Snow white we were,
Innocent,
Free.

Beginning déjà vu
the poisoned Apple,
One small moment
In time,
A decision,
Earth's history changes,
Death increases,
Pain intensifies.
The very stones,
Core of earth
wait and groan.

Timeless
Another door opens
Alternate reality,
Hope
Is gifted, birthed, lives, laughs,
Walks with, learns with,
Shows a love
Immense, Free
Giving choice,
Promise in life's lacerations
Hope for dispossessed 
Complete forgiveness.
Beautiful.

Jesus
our soul's window
to God's heart,

Open
to the kiss 
of the prince.
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So Often

So often
We see the past,
Nostalgic dreams,
Rose's thorns,
Tint memories' eyes
Colluding, enveloping thoughts,
Until timelines change
And living yesterday captures
Today.

Fake experiences
Strangle tomorrow's hope,
Patterned life abnormal normal,
Arteries clogged- hardened.

Changes?
Something new?
Challenged?

Starting Thoughts: Do our memories of the past enrich our present and future or slowly strangle them? How do we cope with the problems, sins and fears that keep dragging us back?
Poem Topic Tags:
#change, #experiences, #future, #life, #memories, #nostalgia, #past, #seeker,
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
How do our memories and experiences of the past influence our present and future. Poem - Spoken word
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