Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Clock Watching

16.06.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

In risky conversation
my words fell
into your listening ears
and I uneasily started…

Clock watching
the minutes
seconds
of day
pass
slower
Little dribbles
of leaked time
as I waited...

Nothing happened
no great drama
no loss of me
no laughter at me...

I realised
that while I have given
a part of me
never shared
It adds
to this world,
rarely subtracts...

Why was I worried?

Starting Thoughts: Sometimes, accidentally or deliberately we share something we've never told anyone before. It becomes a moment when we wonder what we have just risked, will it backfire? Will connection be broken as we share the pain, the struggle, the failure that we have been holding?
Poem Topic Tags: #body, #clock, #confess, #conversations, #friendship, #identity, #risks, #secrets, #seeker, #sharing, #time
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Sharing our secrets in a risk Spoken Word Poem

Knife Moment

16.06.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Refugee from
dark kaleidoscopes
of noise machine demands,
I can't find a place,
Firm
where I find me,
Strong where my heart
is held in something more.
Random in a random world?
Nothing beyond
No reason
No soul,
In stark thought,
Naked reality,
Just white tree bones
of scattered self
on a firestormed landscape,

I laugh
slightly mad
Yet crystal clear
It is Time to snap,
Die,
Or find life.

Starting Thoughts: There come times in our lives where we know we are on the edge of an important decision, a moment that will change our future directions, hopes and dreams. We know the choice we should make and what it means if we don't but somehow it still seems so hard to make and year paradoxically easy.
Poem Topic Tags: #choices, #death, #decisions, #identity, #life, #pain, #personality, #souls
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We come to moments of life decision poem spoken word risky!

Tags: gossip, lips, honour, righteous, confess

Door Rotation

16.06.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

In the black wandering of my life
I found myself standing in front
of a darkened door,
seemingly random
in life's midst.

Heart scare -
a knock suddenly sounded
from the other side
which scared the heck out of me,
I had thought it was just a door
but it was more
somehow connected
entwined deep in my heart.

Someone wanted in,
was out there
had taken the time
to call by,
And I almost opened it by mistake,
Come to think of it
What right does that door
have to be there?
I closed my eyes,
wished
opened eyelids
but the door
was still there,
and the knocking repeats
echoes to my soul.

Starting Thoughts: Jesus said, "Behold I stand at the door and knock." How open are we in our lives? Do we hear but essentially screen the "call" and tell Him to go away. Was there an opportunity that we have just missed?
Poem Topic Tags: #call, #conscience, #decision, #door, #faith, #jesus, #knock, #soul
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Making a decision about the knock of Jesus on the door - Spoken Word

Tags: door, knock, soul, call, open

Call

16.06.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The phone rings
Repeated tones
buzzing your mind's corner
It rings...
How long are you
Waiting?
What will you
do now?

You are called,
It rings...
called to be a light
called to know
love and cleansing
from Jesus.
Like Twelve Disciples
changers of the world...
You?
In school
At work
Play and sport
University and polytechnic
At home, over the fence,
Peacemakers
calling justice
Action for new life
To shattered relationships,
To those picked-on
When will you pick-up?

Only in power
from God
Holy Spirit -
we await,
pick up, risk, step
Responding
to Your call,
Jesus
Your call,
People
Your call.

Starting Thoughts: Twelve people heard a call and the world was irrevocably changed as a result. If we hear the call changes will happen around us also, one person at a time.
Poem Topic Tags: #call, #disciples, #evangelism, #holyspirit, #jesus, #light, #mission, #power, #risk, #works
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Are you hearing the call from God? Spoken Word Poem.

Signpost People

06.06.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

I stand there
staring at their
identical smiles,
Laughing back
Fashion sleek
airbrushed exteriors
latest accessories
vogue beautiful people
same face,
in-crowd music
popular up-to-date values
carbon copied styled party,
They ask me to join
rent my space
be a billboard,
But I know they're
dressed to kill,
Sightless eyes
poster gaudy
but dark
grows in their minds.

Poem Tags
#beauty, #billboard, #facades, #fashion, #identity, #poems, #poetry, #popular, #seeker, #self, #signpost, #spokenword
Prompt
Billboards full of signpost people telling us how to live life.

Signpost People Spoken Word Poem. Beauty and facades.

Tags: perfection, facades, beauty, life, self

In the Son

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

I stand
half in sun half dark
a person in pieces
life on one side, death on the other
Caught on the wire
trapped indecision,
caught in events
indifferent yet aware
caught yet sensing freedom
wanting to hope, not willing to try
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The light speaks, calls,
a confidence touch,
light of the world,
love bathed rays
penetrate my heart
call to my mind
I rise
hope’s smile calls.

Shattered

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Shattered,
Numb holes
In our soul's fragments,
Pain etched across
Faces, TV
Replays of scenes
In Mixed media
In minds
In conversations,
Swirling emotions
Holding pain
Sharing pain,
Questions
With no answers
Voiced into
The not knowing

Hope birthed
Neighbours knocking on doors
Student army young muscles
Shifting disaster spade by wheelbarrow,
Water shared
Meals shared
Stories shared.

Anger birthed,
Knock on darkened door
Torch flashed in face
Surprising back pack
Dark clad looter
Runs With adrenalin
Black heart into blackness

Waiting birthed,
Return text
From family,
Call to say
Loved one safe,
Water, power, food
Sleep weary
Simple day to day life
Routines desired.

Possessions hammered,
Learning stuff
Doesn't matter
Compared to life.

In dust
Crumpled buildings
Flooded houses
Liquefaction hit
Alive is celebrated
On scales
Grim to thankful
Stunned to action.

Others, randomly ok
Feel guilty spared
Unsure.

God we cry
Cry

A blink of time
In Your hands,
We trust
Now and tomorrow
To God,
Who knew shattered,
Had close family
Who understands human
Knew death
New life in resurrection power.

God we hope
Deeper into You.

Seen

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

I saw you
a shadow part
of the crowd,
You’ve come again
to hear the words,
feel friendship,
something more,
Dying at the crossroad
yet fascinated,
that God’s spirit speaks.
Your crystal moment glimpse
is of living,
but this life scares,
so you embrace
freedoms
that generate chains.
“Let the dead bury the dead!”
You see...
almost,
but camouflage and dark glasses
are your world.

Tags: crowd, decisions, meaning

Milk Spilt

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Just Born
Exciting New birth
closeness to breast,
milk sustaining,
love relationship of touch,
tender words
Feeding on the tone of voice, words,
the hugs,
Not sure how to communicate needs
Sometimes just crying, unformed sounds,
Listening to the story, seeing the pictures
through learning eyes

Maturing
Milk part of the past,
Although a glass,
Every now and then, is good.
Feeding
in the Word,
Open to questions,
Knowing full reassurance of faith,
Solid, in honest
love with God,
Given in a daily walk.

Milk Delivery
Open the door
to today’s living, your world,
backpack slung over shoulder
ready with stored milk cartoons,
Searching, lead to
another new birth.

Indestructable

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

My life has a dream,
snatches seen through grime.
hope's beginning
given love complete
helpless born
healing, challenging, friend
dark death cross
times claw suspended,
leapt to life,
defeated sin,
immortal payment
for you.

Jesus Indestructible
Lord,
power forever,
He holds
final key
eternities pathway
hope complete.

Tags: cross, death, jesus, hope, key

Justice

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Killed in a moments
inaction,
slow response to hurt inflicted.
the bully unchallenged
the weak who we pass by
the laughter of gossip...
Lighten up, get a life,
does it really make a difference?
If tomorrow you were...
Afghan... 3 year old gang- raped
in a country where women fear the daily road
OR Chinese grandmother beaten,
taken away “re-educated”
for applying for a legitimate protest card…

Do you not know what you have?
How precious justice is?
In your country, based on Christian history
A sense of justice strong.

So don’t ignore,
turn your back on the wrong
Hear the voice of the Spirit
The challenge of taking the cross
Respond to God’s love
Reach out, take action

Not frozen in the challenge’s headlights
But a hedgehog with tyre deflating prickles!

Tags: action, justice, jesus, hope, key

Extremes

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Heaven's glory
to earths pain,
love's closeness
to cross death loneliness,
Bright fullness of spirit
to greyness and questions,
Complexity surrounded
Simplicity discovered,
Wonderful paradoxes
both God and me.

In the extremes
Gods shadow of humility
touches my spirit,
my heart captivated in
a grace
encounter with God,
helping me to see
who I am.

loved
real
me.

Tags: paradoxes, love, real, identity, grace

Holes

02.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

An absence of something
a place of nothing
lonely space
the eyes focus point
the hearts waiting beat.

Holes
the bullets trace
deaths moment
an absence of life

Holes
Hands, feet and side
Pierced innocence
Forgiveness flowed
Pure sacrifice

Holes

Tags: holes, cross, easter, meaning, sacrafice

The Passion

01.04.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The passion
One week
in history,
Time shortens itself
Focuses
on life
Living hope,
Death
Living hope,
Celebration
Living hope,
Struggles
Living hope,
Just seven days
changing
four seasons in one week,
Ending with
Life Power over death,
Fears of worst death
shattered with Pure light,
Death destroyed by invincible
courageous love.

Easter
One week in history
A thousand years collapsed to a day,
One week holding
eternal futures for you.

Easter the fiesta!
Christ's freedom.

#celebration, #christian, #cross, #easter, #freedom, #hope, #jesus, #light, #passion, #poem, #poetry, #resurrection, #spokenword, #time, #video

The crowds line the streets to celebrate for Passion Week. Poem

Surreal

26.02.2012 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

From second storey
Hospital lounge,
You can see
winding quiet Avon waters,
Punting striped building
stamped on river bank,
Waiting canoes,
paddling ripples
Trees and pathways,
Jogger friends
Lycra and ponytails,
Dog lead stroller,
Threading cyclists power through.

Gaze shifts
From out to in,
My beautiful lady
Eyes lost in heavy lids,
pale drawn skin
Hand tremors lightly
Connected to the pain,
that steals
depth of rest,

Hospital gown fashion
proclaiming she is medicine property,
Tubes from drug bag
Drip time,
Waiting, time slowed
in the blatantly real,
Yet disconnected.
Watching
I love her.

In the midst
we still know Christ,
talk of His love for us
that is unchanging
through this operation event,
Good or bad
Random experiences
do not change
the love of Jesus.

Surreal moments.

Starting Thoughts: Life has deep questions of pain, coping with loss, where is God in all of this. Part of our faith journey with cancer.
Poem Topic Tags: #cancer, #faith, #hospital, #jesus, #love, #operation, #pain, #personal, #reality, #reallife, #suffering,
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Spoken word poetry on life, love God and cancer.

Tags: pain, cancer, reallife, god, love

The Answer

18.09.2011 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The Answer
Grew with us
Deepened his heart
In the midst of humans,
Laughed
Skinned knees
Encountered friends, bullies
Soul-mates, misunderstandings
Compassion entwined
Its roots in his soul
So deep
His fate sealed
In His love,
Carried Him
To the cross
To hang
World’s reality,
To stand
through time
In the gap
Death to life.
Dark to celebration.

#answers, #carpenter, #celebration, #christian, #cross, #god, #jesus, #love, #poems, #poetry, #spokenword, #videos

Tags: cross, jesus, love, death, resurrection

Deeper than Surface

21.08.2011 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Single letters
straggle through my heart
tugging odds and ends
forming thoughts
deeper than mind
Centered in my core.

The Question slides
surface floating
W
H
O
Am I?
Is God?
Who cares?

Am I random?
A blank?

Or formed for purpose?

I stand outside myself
Looking in
and beyond.

Uncomplete Dark

19.12.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Complete Dark
total Blackness
Surrounds
suffocating my future,
Tangled invisible roots
leaden into my soul
Causing rips in hope,
And I've known
God,
Known
passion and power,
times and places
of life fullness,

Did Jesus know all this?

Birth in a manger
Bringing death on the
streets of Ramah,
Did he know as he grew up?
Was there guilt?

Sly cutting remarks
about his birth, family
other children teasing
his beginnings.
Was there doubt?

Life of a carpenter
cuts, bruising
annoying customers
thinking, Am I in the right place?
When will God use me?
Will I be ready?
Moments of Vision
in the temple
Challenging religion,
displacing prejudice,
When will God use me?
I will get ready!

Baptism, wild man in a river
the heavens open
Jesus hears the father’s voice
a sense of release
a passion calling,
Am I "I Am?"

Calling out the authorities
religious zealots
Loss of friends, betrayal,
Hard words from silk tongues
Did he stand numb
Questioning, what is the point?
Did he know the dark?

Yes!
Buried, drowned,
beaten, crushed,
in death’s valley
he was there, knows there,
willingly there,
He knew the dark…
Did He ask where is God?

Then He simply rose
an incredible power
directly exercised
walking from tomb's extinction
through life’s chains
through death’s sting
through racism and religion
through sin, fear and loneliness,

Simply continuing His love;
cherishing Mary in garden chat -
gardener becomes the saviour
in Her eyes,
walking dusty roads
with two conversing -
until they finally recognise Him,
Twice appearing
miraculous materialisation to the disciples
inviting cold reality - “Put your hand in my side, Thomas”
Restoring the fallen
as they first fish, then miraculously fish
and breakfast on Galilee shore,
then and today Jesus asks,
“Do you love me?”

“Feed my Lambs!"

Starting Thoughts: What were the questions that Jesus faced? How did they change through His life? Were they the same questions we ask?
Poem Topic Tags: #darkness, #death, #doubts, #garden, #hope, #jesus, #lambs, #love, #questions, #resurrection, #road
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The Questions we face and Ask - Did Jesus ask these? Spoken Word Poem

Perfectly Planned

04.11.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Perfectly planned
In time's span,
The arrival.

A baby
To fulfill prophecy,
A light -
Star signs and creator's spark
A man
entwined with Universe power

In a time where Jewish
Religion was official,
A murder -
Killed and resurrected
A power alive -
When roads had been built
By a Roman kingdom
To carry the revolutionary news
Of Kingdom life.

Not of might
Of love,
Not of weapon
Of forgiveness,
Not of anger
Of patience,
Not of death
Of everlasting life.

Time planned
Eternal breath
All hopes arrival.

Poem Tags
#christian, #christmas, #jesus, #poem, #poetry, #prophecy, #spokenword
Prompt
How was the birth of Jesus at Christmas perfectly planned in the human timeline?

Perfectly Planned Christmas Video Spoken Word Poem

Tags: love, christmas, baby, jesus, god

Fashion Prostitute

20.06.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Kid laughter
Health and hopes
Young soul warmth
Memory smiles
in the eyes of a child.

This naivety
this innocence
now packaged by parents
dressing children
to kill it
as facades for
fashion sex,
stolen youth
sold to advertising,
Surface beauty
replacing parent duty,
Adult hopes
for beauty
pasted over
next generation trust,
Gluing sex
to their minds
selling off
their future paths.

Turning children into
Barbie prostitutes.

Starting Thoughts: When we dress children with our own or media driven version of fashion that sexualises them, are we turning innocence into a fashion prostitute?
Poem Topic Tags: #childhood, #children, #fashions,
#innocence, #parenting, #play, #sex, #sexualisation, #trends
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Parents turning children into fashion prostitutes with clothes they wear spoken word poem

Tags: thoughts, selfharm, habits, pride, mind

Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

Privacy Settings

Clock Watching

Knife Moment

Door Rotation

Call

Signpost People

In the Son

Shattered

Seen

Milk Spilt

Indestructable

Justice

Extremes

Holes

The Passion

Surreal

The Answer

Deeper than Surface

Uncomplete Dark

Perfectly Planned

Fashion Prostitute