Christian Poetry and Spoken Word Media for Churches and Faith

Doorway

01.05.2022 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The blood
painted on the doorway
Side to side
and lintel above
shaping a
foreshadowed cross
and the Angel of death
passed over,
Echoing into the future
leading to another doorway
another covenant
a different promised hope,
a final rocky hill cross,

Where death would be destroyed
Where fear would be buried
Where the gateways of hell
would crumble,
Where religious restrictions
would be broken,
this cross
a love creation
a love weapon
a forever resurrection change
a universe transformation
this cross
this Christ.

Starting Thoughts:
A connection via doorways from the Passover in Israel to the new covenant that Jesus opened through the cross and the power of his resurrection.
Poem Topic Tags: #angels, #blood, #covenants, #cross, #death, #doorway, #fears, #love, #passover, #resurrection, #transformation,
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Nephew Reflections

11.01.2020 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

A cluster of memories
from teenage holidays
have faded
to diamond sparkles,
mind media moments
only possible through
childhood time in Alexandra.

Armstrong Sydney car
a tired family pass on
relic in backyard
of aunty and uncle’s Bantry St property,
Weeks of Alex sunshine
Summer picking cherries and apricots
waiting for school certificate
results to be posted in newspaper,
Jaffas rolling down
between wooden floor
tiered seating in movie theatre
Those days when you
stood for ‘God save the Queen’
Tock ticketty tock
the orange candy balls bounce
to the threats from the
Projector theatre owner
“I’ll stop the movie if you
kids don’t stop!”

Winter action
Manorburn ice rink
skates cutting white lines
close to frozen reed banks
Avoiding danger signposted areas,
Christmas feasts and summer freedom
All made possible
by an uncle and aunt;
scout leaders and supporters
Tupperware diva and tanker driver
Wardrobe designer actor and mechanical fixer
Vodka and whiskey choices
Community developers,
Graeme - Slick hair, glasses,
a running-deep solid guy
Lois - Cigarette smiles, fiery eye twinkles, jokes, love and raspy laugh.

Lois and Graeme
I honour these two
living on
in the facets of my
flashback reflections,
in the life of us all.

Starting Thoughts: Written to honour a great Auntie and Uncle of mine who were amazing community supporters in their local town and also providers of accommodation for holidays in my fruit picking days as a teenager.
Poem Topic Tags: #celebration, death, family, honor, honour, memories, personal, remembrance, teenage, youth
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Remembrance spoken word for a special uncle and aunt

Allan

29.09.2019 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

A Rare person
crossing generations
carrying respect, laughter and stories
This was Allan.

When seeking Easter Camp parents
Youth groups quick suggestion
“Allan and Lesley would be cool.”
This was Allan.

An embattled history
struggle with addiction
encounters with Holy Spirit freedom
This was Allan.

Eighty five birthdays
A marriage and family
Fifty three years with a powerful woman’s love
This was Allan.

A smile and opinions
able to hear others
and speak his own strong voice.
This was Allan.

A comic genius
Shelves of adventure worlds
passion, baddies and superness, owned it
This was Allan.

Fireworks ignited
for generations to come
As we look across
gathered friends and family
and absent lives touched
Each of us his memory sparks...
In celebration of Allan - God spark!

Starting Thoughts: The wonderful friends we make in church, people we would never meet apart from our mutual journey in Christ. This poem celebrates the life of one dear friend who recently died and now enjoys life with God in a whole new way.
Poem Topic Tags: #celebration, #church, #death, #friend, #funeral, #marriage, #memories, #reality, #reallife, #testimony, #tribute
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Celebration of Life in Death Poem Spoken Word

Exchange

04.08.2019 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

The beautiful exchange:
Love for fear
Freedom for chains
Connection for disconnection
Joy for heaviness
Peace for loss
Power for powerlessness
Life for death.

Starting Thoughts: What an amazing exchange Jesus makes in our lives.
Poem Topic Tags: #chains, #connections, #contrasts, #death, #fear, #life, #loss, #love, #peace, #power
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The Beautiful Exchange poetry on the wonderful gifts God has for us.

Tags: exchange, life, death, fear, love

Warning: this writing and video deal with the theme of suicide.

Lost

10.10.2018 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Deadly appointments,
every week
her thoughts slip into
spiralling self hate,
cut by gossip, snide barbs
oppression chains,
what she thinks others think,
Drowning in black surges
salt waters steal
Stripping layers
of life,
Until just a crying
mind self
bleeds dying rhythms
into surging seas,
washed and lost.

Can her heart
be saved?

Swallowed whole
Suicide by assignment
with decisions and indecision
she chose to swim
Tied in ropes
from past and present
Until it hurt
and death lethargy
overcame tired limbs
unwinding her soul
drifting into darkness
welcoming the release.

The first explosion
Of pain
was compressed lungs
screaming to take a breath
Knowing breath is death,
oxygen deprived,
mind spinning
she sinks further,
thirsting for numbness
wanting- not wanting to die
but intimately dancing
with death.

Can her heart
be saved?

Broken people stand
on the stony beach,
Knowing dying
is hardening out
in the dim currents,
wondering why
it keeps happening,
to the ones they
care about,
hoping a hand will
break the surface.

Unconscious the body drifts
Floating to the surface
and in the between
of life and final death
where dark closes in
and nothing more
surrounds,
She senses in her core
God is the only hope.
Her soul looks up
sees beyond the dark,
the disappear, the sea of pain.
and dares to trust.

Then a gasp of air,
her grip on death
is snatched away,
life support machines
faces of relatives, friends,
psychologist and strangers,
mix in a bewildering
scatter of awareness,
in hospital realities,
yet underneath
it all,
underneath the shame
is the new sense
she is loved deeply
loved fully for who she is
right here and now,
rescued and alive
for a purpose,
she is seen
without shame
without blame,
And she still has
that choice,
The hope which was lost
She can now find.

Poem Tags
#spoken-word, #poetry #seeker, #suicide, #hope,
#drowning, #life, #spoken-word, #death, #tiredness
Prompt
Seeking suicide, a release from the everyday, hoping that something will change.

Suicide - where is the hope? Spoken Word Poem.

Tags: suicide, death, tiredness, hope, gossip

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

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

Face

11.12.2017 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

What is the face you see?
Dark stern,
Features of nothing
cast in blunt stone,
A God not of earth
just imagined beyond.

What do I see?
Sometimes that grey,
Sometimes those silent echoes;
But also in clarity
His vulnerable baby eyes
God in skin
innocence, peace surrounded by death,
Sweat stained carpenter dust brow,
empathy tightened mouth
as in anger
he sees, heals the damaged,
The smile as long hair
washes in oil, his dust stained feet,
His pain bloodied, thorn pierced
wrapped brow,
His tight drawn skin
as cross strangulation deepened,
blank distant cold eyes
in the stone tomb...
An executed mask.

The Satan death cloak
is fractured,
the grim-reaper masks
we wear shattered,
Light pours through,
the dark pieces consumed
in raw power,
the son's radiance,
worlds of love rotate
passion in His eyes,
setting us free.

Jesus Christ
powerful,
the peace child.

Tags: face, jesus, death, light, good-friday

Slaves Exist

13.08.2017 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Trapped,
a consignment to consumerism,
No pity,
No rights,
Death by degrees,
slaves,
poor because
mandates and manacles
rights and reasons
are all in the hands
off a powerful few.
Insidiously hidden
third world or first world
thousands live
daily death;
Sex trade, sold souls,
cheap and cheapened labour,
poverty raping
minds and lives from
the future,
How can we watch -
only numbed by statistics
defrauded, desensitised by media,
Someone else,
Someone else,
Someone else will.

And you saw me
Hungry, in poverty
Trapped
and you walked on by
Head down
another message on your cell,
another appointment,
What will others think of your heroin?
Excuses of
not having enough,
worried for your own future.

You saw me,
And never saw me.

Tags: slavery, death, issues, slaves

Cross Connection

13.02.2017 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

At the cross
judgement and mercy
meet victorious,
Incredible thoughts...
universe holding,
star holding
powers
from the breath...
the words of God.

And I am chosen
deep in His love,
Embraced in His desire
to bring me home,
Welcoming me close
to his heart
Celebrating in me
the resurrection
pain of the cross,
in response
I kneel.

I so need this vertical
intersection of my life
allowing God’s love
to power my surrender.

Connected to His pulse
I stand,
Forgiven and free,
Resting in His peace
Ready on my feet,
Today choosing again
The one who simply says,
"I am
The Way
The Truth
The Life"

Tags: cross, death, love, surrender, ready

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

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

Crossed Paths

12.06.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

What is a life worth?
What was the point?

He hangs
Pain-wracked body
Two others
Either side
One sneers, "save yourself"
tries to bribe
The other sees through
crown of thorns
Asks to be remembered,
How can this happen
In moments from death
That the world
is on the cross?
People just like us stand, lean, sit, hide,
Doubters, scared, irritated, haters, spectators.

Jesus front and centre
Speaks his mission
Not just facing death
But loving to the end
Sharing his life
In his suffering
Talking truth
"Surely you will be with me"
A day of grief, pain, mission,
Power, peace, hurts, friendship, loneliness

Jesus
The boy who once
Skinned his knees
Dies -
Not the end!

God cannot stay
On the cross
in a tomb
A resurrection
passion has been born
Fire burning
through generations,
Experiencing fully human
Truly alive.

His defeat of death
To bring God's
Love
Freedom
Real life
Justice
Story
Imagination
To places, to people.

Tags: cross, death, love, surrender, miracles

Easel

18.04.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

A lone siren
split the sky
in jagged cracks
that crazed around
another life
cornered,
what is it about
that wail
in the background?
A sneaky relief
it isn’t me,
followed by
tiny guilt,
a quick heart prayer
for victim, family, friends,
Mortality intrusion
pinpricking my accidental life.

Somewhere,
the paintbrush slips
smearing the canvas,
one colourful part covered,
when dried,
when died
that section
will be painted over,
new life
hiding old.

Poem Tags
#christian, #death, #emergency, #life, #mortality, #painted, #poem, #poetry, #reallife, #seeker, #spokenword
Prompt
Does the emergency siren in the distance intrude on your life... remind you of mortality?

Hear the siren, what do you think? Spoken Word Poetry about life.

Tags: mortality, death, bornagain, life, self

Spark

18.04.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word |Seeker Written by: W Grieve

Observed
under the microscope
conceptions birth start
a spark of light emitted
the moment sperm meets egg.

Tiny glimmer with
incredible potential,
possibilities
impact
life and love
For each spirit flame
is unique.

But great fear crowds in,
subtle winds at first
Stuttering the flame,
Then shutters violently close
Compressing fears' darkness,
consuming creativity
Why you ask?
Who am I? echoes,
Breaking you piece by piece
so the gaps fall
tearing your being.

And then
in the mist midst
of crushing darkness,
a note sings
Pure clean,
Tremulous life giving,
Listen
feel the touch,
brushing your ears and mind,
Come to the one
who said, "Let there be light "
Let Him blow on the embers
The pain, the fear, the risk, the death
Let Him
Reveal the Light
Infused emanating from
His desire to love you
The One who created
that first spark.

Call
breathe again
hear your voice
Desiring His love
speaking out your love,
You have the spark,
the power
for change
to change,
switching the destiny
of your walk.
Leading your path,
Captured and captivated
in His glory.

"Oh Brilliant
bright spark,
radiant neurons,
rise and shine
you are the light
of my eyes,
My bride
glorious."

Poem Tags
#bride, #change, #christian, #destiny, #jesus, #light, #love, #poem, #poetry, #spark, #spokenword, #unique, #worship
Prompt
Does the emergency siren in the distance intrude on your life... remind you of mortality?

Christian Spoken Word Poem on the Light of the World.

Tags: mortality, death, bornagain, life, self

Dawn After

18.04.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Dawn rises
quietly
on the sculpture
of broken life
cooling on cross silhouettes
to the grey weathered sky.

Stilled watchers
caught
in clotted grief,
Battle hardened soldier
still surprised
by God thoughts,
Hidden hate forces
celebrating
in won astonishment,
Father's Spirit
separation anguish.
Ashes to ashes
grace to death
sin's soul sacrifice

The curtain
has not fallen -
it is torn!

Warning: this writing and video deal with the theme of suicide.

Breaking Waters

10.01.2010 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

Mist waters grey the horizon,
Sullen sea white caps
wash thrusting pier,
dark encrusted woods
wounding the ocean’s belly.

Above
the foam-lashed poles
stands a black-coated
figure at Land's End,
A lone woman
in a dark gown
spray-laced air,
the cold
snatching her dress.

Heaviness stalks the atmosphere,
her forfeited heart
tear blurred eyes
stare unseeing
within annoyed sea

Hurt showed
in her silhouette
I called out,
she turned
and I saw black
in the eyes,
personality in retreat
and the sea stilled.

I blinked once
like forgotten care…
she was gone,
an empty space,
questions
about another
life lost.

Dad's Garden

30.11.1982 Filed in: Poetry |Christian |Video |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

In my dream thoughts
the traveller was out,
strolling in
the trees of the world
the forest of human life
Sensations of sunlight
smells of nature's wood,
almost spellbound in
the pictures created
in his mind.
As he walked
he came across a garden
nestled in a meadow clearing.
The garden was a
fascination of colours,
vibrancy and marvels,
the traveller pondered on how
it was so wonderful,
and he noticed the gardener.
An old man
dressed in an overcoat
with a crumpled hat,
tenderly touching
caring for each plant.
"Excuse me sir, can you tell
me the secret of your garden?"
The old gardener turned
and the traveller saw
a frail face
of wrinkles that showed
years of service, care and pain,
he noticed the friendly blue eyes
behind the glasses, nose perched.
The gardener smiled at the visitor
welcomed him and replied,
"This garden is beautiful
because....well.... God gave
the sunlight, rain and soil
and I planted a few seeds."
He then turned to
continue working
but paused, thinking,
"You can create Christ's gardens
of love. I tell you... they are the lasting ones"
The traveller noticed
a dimming
a wearying around the gardener
and he faded, disappeared, gone forever.

And the traveller walked home
But each year he returned
finding that as time passed
the garden was growing
more beautiful,
wild but ordered
as if tended by
unseen hands,
and somehow the traveller
knew God's plan;
sensed a connection to futures.
The traveller brought some seeds
on his next journey,
scattered them
adding to garden generations
adding to dreams and desires
adding to fragrance and fun
adding to love and life.

In my dream thoughts
the gardener was Dad
The traveller was myself
Or maybe you.

Starting Thoughts: We learn a lot about ourselves and others when a family member dies. Memories of them evolve over time. Death is real but so is legacy and generational blessing.
Poem Topic Tags: #dad, #death, #family, #father, #fruit, #garden, #generations, #personal
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Death of a family member - memories in poetry Spoken Word

Tags: family, death, faith, funeral, coping

Songbird of Meaning

02.04.1981 Filed in: Poetry |Seeker |Christian |Spoken Word Written by: W Grieve

I saw a songbird
dressed as a soldier
holding a melody
bayonet glinting in the sun,

A rhythm of
suspense beat moments,
blade razored to
the warm pulsating heart,

And time whistled
in a hole of death.

Written 1981 in university cafe. Not sure of the inspiration source but sometimes it just happens.

Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

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Doorway

Nephew Reflections

Allan

Exchange

Lost

Goliath

Death's Dance

Face

Slaves Exist

Cross Connection

Indestructable

The Answer

Crossed Paths

Easel

Spark

Dawn After

Breaking Waters

Dad's Garden

Songbird of Meaning