Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Who is He?

27.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

Who is Jesus? Was he real?.… High Resolution Version

Jesus
Who is He?
Figment illusion,
Great person
Just human,
Deluded leader
or more...

History maker,
He existed
believed by Muslim,
Christians alike
That he walked our Earth,
But more...

Could He be
who He said He was?
One risen from the dead
To change lives,
To show the way,
To be the way
Who His disciples died for,
2000 years of truth?

even more...
Could Jesus
be calling you,
Loving you personally
Knowing you intimately,
intricately
Not just out there
but wanting,
To be with you
Be in you
Time with you,
Challenging you
Loving you freely.

Your possibilities...

the tightrope we walk above the voices of the world

Omega Christians

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word |Video Written by: W Grieve

The courage to step out - do you hear God's call.… High Resolution Version

The wire stretches,
thin snake of meaning
over a chasm of nothingness,
Voices, vices scream,
neon lights beckon
tell me I'm a fool,
All attempting to make me fall.
I edge forward
step by step
the wind is cold.
It seems strange,
I swear I hear my own voice
telling me to stop
to give up
to relax and fall,
discover a better place.
Unsure the voices below
distract
I do not really listen to God,
I'm self angry
tired
I turn to the Word
"And now - all glory to Him
who alone in God, who saves
us through Jesus Christ
our Lord;
yes, splendour and majesty
all power and authority are His
from the beginning; His they are
and His they evermore will be.
And He is able to keep you
from slipping and falling away,
and to bring you, sinless and perfect,
into His presence
with mighty shouts of everlasting joy.
Amen."
In the quiet of my mind
God speaks,
"Close your eyes
then step out and trust me."

CLOSE MY EYES!

There in the black cold
my faith grows,
as I step out
the tightrope becomes
a glorious road.

The Bride's Smile

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry | |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The imagery of the church as the bride is a theme throughout the bible.… High Resolution Version

I can't help but
inmost smile
as voices praise,
drums rhythm ,
Hands raise,
Music builds,
Songs from souls rejoice,
Worshipping together
Wild, loved and free
we dance in eternal grace,
Tied in time
Beyond the moments of now
to an empty grave,
To the powerful resurrection,
To love deep,
vast beyond comprehension.

The story
His glory,
Covenants through time's history
God's mystery,
Pursued
Secured,
Beheld
Held,
Treasured
Gathered,
Precious;
Transformed
Reformed,
Purified
Revived,
Identity
Authority,
Peace
Release,
Provision
Protection,
Bride
beside.

Bride of Christ
Know your husband...
Turn willing
Look to Him,
Your love's heart,
Adore Him,
Gaze deep,
Shine!
Shine!
Shine
In the power
of His Spirit,
Shine
In His glory
Shine!

Tags: bride, image, wedding, church, body

Standing on the beach, sunrise and all - worshipping God.

Thin Darkness

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry | |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Ever stood in the dark on the beach and waited for a sunrise… High Resolution Version

Darkness has
stolen my heart,
time falls to
single
piano notes
trembling in the air,
My mind reasoning
and yet not mine,
I'm waiting, not waiting,
thinking, not thinking,
wanting, but not.
Watching ocean currents
and a tide washing
my heart bleached
to the shore,
In the tight black night,
standing silent,
leaning to the whisper
of waves stroking the beach,
the quiet
cutting the busy
mess noise, tangle of life,
sharp to a midnight solitude
lone vigil.

The black night fractures,
jigsaw pieces
breached by thin pink light,
echo shapes mould
in my heart,
then reform
creating wholeness-
completion,
my minds eye
sees the changing sea
and my inside spirit
wrapped in now
warm silence.

The wind will rise
and howl of life's strength,
the song of forces
will heighten to a crescendo
and my midnight solitude
will blaze hope
in the distant golden line….
Creator of light
Timeless from God.

The need to step away from routines and platitudes and bring God our real self.

Bubbles and Candyfloss

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry | |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

When life is routine
Same old-school,
Busy strangles time
to thin strips of meaning,
Connections of place and people
emaciated to shallow smiles;
Hiding realities and struggles,
and when I spend time
with my God
I bring
bubbles and candyfloss,
Lies and platitudes,
Small bits of me,
A house of hidden nothing
dressed as a fashion runway.

Can I step back?
Can I kneel and wait?
Can I stop to be me?
What do I fear?

Can I hear?
the call to confess
Bring you the real,
In your truth
agree with you
that I am wrong,
Bring you the sin,
that you desire to wrap
in flowing forgiveness arms,
To pure cleanse,
Infusing love that I cannot
be separated from.

The paradox!
In confession to you
In giving self to you
I am freed
soul and mind.

Free and forgiven
by my King and Saviour!

Goliath

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry | |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

I wish
just once
that someone would hear
my cry,
In the heart of this place,
alone pain,
Three deep
bruising pain,
It seems,
the more God rises
the more I shrink inward,
Drawn by the voice
but somehow
out
seems unreachable,
now even more;
how can I stand
How can I think
in the madness?
And even in this moment
the spiral catches a
death train of thoughts,
I can see ahead
the bridge is out,
Canyon boulders smashing
in storm river surge
severing supports to life
Leaving disaster broken
rails,
beyond the torture
bent metal,
the dark chasm plunge,
future inevitable
future blind
future bonded,
can't stop in time
can't stop time
Can't get off -out.

Handcuffed to fate,
The giant Goliath
looms,
laughs,
leers,
grows bigger,
pounding the iron
Weapons bloodied
steel already hooked
into my mind,
Problem unsolvable,
Death only to be embraced.

Something I heard?
"Death where is your sting?"
And I hear echoes,
Goliath sneers:
"Death is your noose"
"Death is let loose"
"Death is your smile"
"Death is your trial"
"Death fake shouts"
"Death is your doubts"
"Death is your prison"
"Death is your poison"
"Death is your reason"
"Death is your treason"
Underneath my skin
my skull laughs,
I can't save my life!

What would happen
if I opened my mouth,
Bitter...
Dryness of throat
trying to strangle
even this hope?
What would happen if I
opened my heart?
Lived for and with
something greater,
discovered a purpose
bigger than anything before.
Bitter..can there be truth
Can I believe?

Maybe...
if Jesus rose
if his love was so vast
his cross power so eternal
that he would easily say,
"Death where is your sting?"
and He could reach
across time,
Touch me
Change me
Hope me
Free me,
And I could truly live?

Time is a fleeting blink...
connected to my future...

How small did I think,
With Sunday tranquilizer gone,
I see with new eyes
the past,
No longer will I
cut off my destiny,
for God arrives in this now,
Grace an open door,
to gift me my future,
lies of circumstance
shrivel in the Light,
The truth in now,
Defeats any Goliath,
Grace inside far bigger
than the outside battle...

And I laugh...
Dance...
Anointed the beginning
turning to glory.

Tags: goliath, fear, problems, death, power

Without Blame

26.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry | |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

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"

Tags: mistake, sin, pain, hope, meaning

Fractured Margins

21.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

On the fractured margins
of belonging
the homeless drift,
Tiredness seeps
chilling hope
unraveling possibilities
to single points of survival;
the need for the night,
Next meal
A dollar
A place to sleep.
Surrounded by a
world of addiction
to money, fame,
power, games,
self,
Surrounded by
glass panes of buildings
pains of people,
in these reflected mirrors
the street seems simpler.

Starting Thoughts: Why does life on the streets seem simpler for some? Why is it an escape?
Poem Topic Tags: #addiction, #homeless, #hopes, #love, #poor, #power, #reality, #reallife, #seeker, #self,
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Spoken Word Poem on how life on the streets can be simpler

Tags: homeless, love, poor, pain, choices

Shadow Struggles

18.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Surrounded in dark
I know this blackened room
sharp objects of my life
hurting corners, shapes unseen
hidden
destructive,
I'm stumbling
over the same things
again and again
as I seek a way out.
Just finding the switch
seems so hard,
Is it safer just to sit
alone in this dark?

Shifting shadows
of others
all around me,
do they wait,
hidden,
for the same reasons?

Starting Thoughts: Does life seem to be a darkened room with no way out, and as you stumble you see the same shadows of others. Do others feel the same as you?
Poem Topic Tags: #apathy, #black, #darkness, #destruction, #hope, #hurt, #problems, #risk, #safer, #seeker, #shadows, #sharp, #surrounded, #trapped.
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Struggles in darkness - are you alone? Spoken Word Poetry

Death's Dance

18.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Age has taken
smooth and replaced
with sags and wrinkles,
Outer strength
stolen by brittleness,
tiredness, weakness,
relaxed breathing
now shallow and hard,
we know the doctor’s
pronouncements,
we know the miracle
worker,
Yet at this moment
time sets itself aside,
as heaven touches close
to earth,
wiping aside the curtain
challenging life
with impending death,
Tendrils of history;
family and friends
wrap loving into the room,

and a hospital unit
is transformed,
A reality of eternity
births,
and it seems
like the world
takes a final breath,
How can the patient
be so peaceful, confident?
How can she smile and say,
"I'll see you all later?"
knowing what she is in?

You see the personal
power and love of Jesus,
enveloping her heart,
carrying her spirit,
a harmony
closing this realness.

Loved one
Dance into eternity.

Starting Thoughts: Watching a friend or loved one die always brings a lot of questions. I have watched a number of people die and some are amazing!
Poem Topic Tags: #aging, #christian, #death, #faith, #jesus, #love, #old, #reality, #reallife, #seeking
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#writerscommunity , #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Tags: death, old, dying, hope, hospital

Light

04.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Pupils Written by: W Grieve

Emitted and absorbed
light,
obvious and mysterious,
These glimpses
create more questions.

Surface afterglows,
in evening air
Sunset,
now
gloomy place
colours removed.
City lights glow
sky masking
three thousand
hesitant pinpricks,
Cosmic energy
flung
clusters and scatters
Universe wide.

Particles float on
turbulent atmosphere,
Light is bent,
Stars twinkle.

This poem came from a search at first on light, then sunrises and finally stars.
WALT: To write a poem that communicates creatively my thoughts.
Success Criteria:

The words we pick fit together
The ideas work together line by line
To use punctuation to enhance the meaning and help the reader.
I have added my own thoughts to put in my voice.
To credit the sources that I used.

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My Soul

04.03.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

My soul
connected to,
loved in,
turned inside out
cries worthy,
Every fibre
exalts Jesus,
exalts the name;
exalted majesty
exalted God,
Worships the great;
the great I am,
Yeshua...
above all else
beyond space
outside time.

He calls me-
all of me,
He knows me-
all of me,
and this me-you
is who
He wants,
who He
forgives, restores,
empowers.
Beautiful the Word,
Glorious His name.
We are
baptised into The King-
into the covenant,
returning to the Father
for grace,
submitted
close in union,
trusting
for saturating Spirit
a fire,
listening to quiet
manifestations of
God's words
into our life;
Not my will
But yours Lord,
Simply surrendered.

How wonderful;
His unchanging grace,
His unchanging promises,
His deep, deep love.
Remain in Him.

Where will we
go today, Lord?
Where is today's call?

Where I'm From

24.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Days happy playing lone
Climbing the umbrella weeping elm
spreading over front lawn,
my ship at sea,
clambering the mast
hiding behind leaf sails,
weighing chances of breaking leg
jumping from high to ground,
Our house behind
white roughcast
home perched
on Dunedin hills.

Pine trees march
rough barked
up the long dirt drive
of the neighbour’s
mystery mansion,
hectares of
native forest exploration
tracks over fallen trees
through gullies, streams, cockabillies
and fresh-water pale lobsters,
Dad’s spade in hand
digging ferns
to transplant,
creating my dream
new forest bush
in our front garden,
sneaking sweet apples from
orchard trees gone wild
growing gamely near
the stone block mansion,
an edge of danger-
I heard once
an apple thief got hit
with a shotgun blast-
salt pellets stinging his butt,
I tell the story many times
and I cross the boundary
again for my sweet thrill treat,
On hills behind our fence
plump blackberries hanging
from tangled thorn vines,
toy bucket in hand
pick one, eat one.
lips-fingers stained purple.

Our first family
New car smell
Cortina plastic seats
Our 20 miles Ford
parked next
to chicken coup
in freshly cleaned garage.

Dad’s garden -
me blister digging across
the hill quarter acre section,
carrot soldiers
potato mounded rows,
peas and beans
exposing pod life on
on stakes of string twine,
witches copper hat brewing
sea kelp secret recipe
to fertiliser coax the big ones,
his proud saving money world
my moaning not again world.

Dark cold balcony
facing night swathed
Kaikorai valley,
lights in windows
across the void-
are others watching like me?
wrapped in blanket
snug to cold winter fingers
of starry night,
fireworks cascading across
house lights, dim grey sky,
hours gazing.

Our cellar
Dad’s world
of "one day
it will be useful",
exploring to find a treasure
moving the tired memories
to discover nothing,
but still dreaming-
one day I will be rich.

The same cellar where
the two brothers
dug into clay banks
cutting back into
the hill under the house
hand trowel scraping
yellowy clay into
slatted apple boxes
on long rope pull strings,
following a row
of rotten wood piles,
replacing these with
sturdier concrete supports
wedged under floor joists
as we hollow further into dark.
Dad too well built to fit so
weeks of tunnel boy labour
chid underground engineers,
filling-pulling, filling-pulling.

Grandparents house perched
on a steep North-East Valley street,
if you tripped and rolled
would you ever stop tumbling…
Tonka cars and Mecanno metal
my created worlds on their
rose patterned carpet
‘brmmm’ sounds
as I push loved cars
towards the refuelling station of
Grandma’s kitchen and
freshly baked peanut brownies.

My city of replaced memories
rubber wheeled
electric trolley buses,
roads spiralling out from Octagon
who cares if it means
going straight steep up the hill -
the shape was important
on the map,
cold sea harbours
and trevally fishing
hill walks and two storey
grand wooden houses,
St Kilda salt water pool
pounded by encroaching
sea wave explosions.

Dunedin -
centered on Robert Burns
seagull stained statue,
some Scottish in my heart
the child place in my dreams.

Prompt
A poem exploring where you are from, your history and younger child memories.

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The Divine Finger

24.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The Divine finger
marked my spirit,
Only in my dreams
did I see the possibilities,
but now
I hear the call,
Across the city
across the nation
across the earth,
In this place,
A call threaded into my heart,
burning deep
Nothing is impossible,
In Him
We can do anything,
It's not over until it's over.
The race call,
run,
Stretch your faith,
Stretch your heart,
Stretch your legs
and run,
run in
and for the Son,
Glorious free,
Freed to be,
released to see
the race before you.

In challenge midst
Pulled captive to different
goals,
the healing;
he restores my spirit,
in the heat
brothers, sisters run together,
My failures
Messed up
covered in
the together,
Sisters and brothers
Trusting God in one another
friendships touching time.

The past stories,
wind behind,
Slip stranded
streaming in the running,
And we see
His fingers have stamped
the moments
signposts of life
Touches of time,
Threaded to eternity.

But now
forgetting
what is behind,
this one thing
I - we do,
single-minded,
single-hearted,
Saying "Yes"
Focused,
broken,
fallen,
changed,
prophetic
radical.

Amazing
The race,
together,
running to-with-for Jesus,
to the finish,
celebrating full
the life
race.

Prompt
How we run the race with others, how we finish the race is a measure of who we are in Christ.

Tags: race, run, church, jesus, relationships

Trying to Say

15.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

A haunting realness
trapped in me,
mind encapsulated,
A shell curled
buried on the beach,
life hidden
lonely,
crashing waves around
non-person in a crowd
quietness in the rage
gems in the mud.

I could speak,
there's something there,
a hidden seed thought
a truth
a reality,
I open my lips
and say something else...

Lying dreams of
inner truth.

Facades, honesty and Truth Speaking so Hard

Tags: cover, life, hidden, facade

Plastic Love

15.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

A cautious sunbeam
scatters dust and time
across the unseen
attic space,
time crumbles -
avalanche tumbling
present to the future,
cracked death
fractures window glass,
the barbie doll leers
under dark hidden
cardboard box shadows,
twisted arms agape
legs impossible
angles of hope,
vacant eyes torn
from plastic life,
heart black oil
joint seeping,
memories of childhood
mind blotted by
screams of adolescence,
frustration tears
seep slim cheeks,
cheapened silence
strangles desires
smooth skin
slim waist,
elongated arms akimbo
reflect human condition
in a circus hall of mirrors.

Dance on the soul
with your hate,
poke sneers
into the mindless,
sex your smile
in feeble resuscitation,
drift addiction
your dreams,
slumber with sleep
and rupture your essence.

Outside
rustling leaves
quiet clap
the always autumn sun,
time slows,
angles change and
the sunlight splits
through cracked pain
twisting God's rainbow
into the room.

Tags: pain, life, love, hope, doll

Morning Snapshot

11.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Pupils |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Cold morning soldiers
of dew and mist
guard the autumn sunrise
and silently creep
over walls and gardens,
the last few flowers
nearly yawning
an awakening birth,
Time is paused in
grey moments,
somehow
suspended between
stolen nights and fleeting days,
rust leaves stir sleepily
sharing quiet whispers
too afraid to
break the hush.
A car door slams
and engine coughs,
reluctantly turning over,
it noisily revs off
doppler decreasing
and silence descends again…

too late
daybreak magic has been lost,
the frozen moment thaws
and a myriad noises
clamber upwards
into the fading mist.

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Released to Worship

11.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

I am released,
Chaos turned
Chains torn
Changed times

I am opened
Life renewed
Love refreshed
Lifted refugee

I am eternal
Forgiven sins
Freeing saviour
Final satisfaction

I am His
Growing disciple
Grace deliverer
Gift delights

I will celebrate
Dance liberated
Deeper lifeblood
Desires live

I will celebrate
Heart forever
Heaven forward
Highest family

I will worship
Cosmic Lamb
Creative Lover
Christ Lord.

Decay

06.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Word by word
bite by bite
cut by cut
Comment by comment.

I'm not one to gossip
but someone needs to say
Something,
Feeling in the centre,
righteous power
and if not...
I lose control.

But if I searched
my soul mirror,
I’d see the decay harvest,
death dealing lips
white washed tombs
dripping poison smiles
Kisses that betray.

Can I bring the dark
into the light,
Confess to God
with those
same lips?

Starting Thoughts: It is amazing how we use words to cut and kill - all coming from our own insecurities. How do we truly walk that line between having truth, honour, boundaries and love in what we speak but not tip into gossip mode.
Poem Topic Tags: #confession, #darkness, #gossip, #honor, #honour, #kiss, #light, #lips, #tongue, #words
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Can we focus on honor rather than gossip Spoken Word Poetry

Tags: gossip, words, confess, power, tombs

Always - Moment by Moment

06.02.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Each second grows a minute
flooding through my life
Washing time away,
Moments gone forever.

Passenger habits create holes
and parasite hours
in my soul,
Meaning has been sunk
in digital vegetation
Where everything
seems so distant hard
And electronic ethereal.

Then God speaks,
"I want to spend time
with you."

Starting Thoughts: God just wants to be with us, creating with us, loving with us, living with us - when do we get it?
Poem Topic Tags: #busy, #digital, #distractions, #electronics, #habits, #life, #living, #time, #timeless
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Christian SPoien word poem looking at hop, time, and our uniqueness

Tags: busy, business, life, pressure, god

Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

Privacy Settings

Who is He?

Omega Christians

The Bride's Smile

Thin Darkness

Bubbles and Candyfloss

Goliath

Without Blame

Fractured Margins

Shadow Struggles

Death's Dance

Light

My Soul

Where I'm From

The Divine Finger

Trying to Say

Plastic Love

Morning Snapshot

Released to Worship

Decay

Always - Moment by Moment