Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

Move of Freedom

God
we stand 
on the rock 
of our salvation,
Proclaiming your freedom 
Raising praise 
Worship for a living 
loving God,
Expectant of your move,
Surging around us
ocean worlds
Crashing Waves
of pain, distractions, 
sin, misdirections.

In the darkness
split by lightning fears,
Standing firm stance 
Together on the cornerstone 
On faith's foundation,
We rise 
Covered in His heart that 
understands pain
Has suffered in love,
And we see in this light 
more of who we are 

We see more of 
who He is, 
Face to face 
Nose to nose
Breath to breath 
Soul to soul
Changed by the 
Life of heaven 
Pierced by the depths
of His desires and intimacy,
We rise 
Singing in the storm
Eternally loved 
Eternally precious
Knowing the stronger power 
of God,
We rise 
Knowing revelation
In His Spirit 
surrounding us
With His raw passion.

We stand as one,
The kingdom 
is here 
Only in these moments
Are We truly alive!

Starting Thoughts: In a world of storms, pain, questions, celebrations and the amazing ,we can stand on the Rock, Jesus our sure foundation and be truly alive.
Poem Topic Tags:
#alive, #breath, #fear, #freedom, #intimacy, #life, #love, #pain, #passion, #praise, #risen, #rock, #salvation, #soul, #spirit, #storm, #worship
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Christian Poetry on the rock of salvation, love, cornerstone faith.

Every Time

Every time
we speak/write/act
to separate
to blame
to tear down
to isolate
to gossip
to point
is it our finger
on the trigger?

Prompt
Where do we stand as individuals on terrorism? Reflections about the mosque attack Christchurch 2019.
Poem Tags
#crimes, #faith, #freedom, #god, #gossip, #hate, #humanity, #identity, #love, #murder, #poems, #poetry, #religion, #seeker, #spokenword, #terrorism, #themes, #together, #mosque, #family
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Shock

Repeated echoes
“You are in lockdown.
Follow lockdown procedure…”

How do you awake
to a new day
cloud thinning to
sunshine and blue sky
and suddenly 
remember the 
events of yesterday.

How do you
start the day 
with breakfast
eating a meal
on a chair
comfortable cushion 
safe in your house
when separate
in time and space,
separate to you
and your family
separate from values
you hope for,
this murder 
has stolen innocence
this cowardice 
has stolen strength
this hate 
has expressed itself
livestreamed itself.

How do you 
sickened
angered
grieving
raw
shocked...
speak out 
call out
live out
the heartbreak,
something remote
but close,
something confusing
yet seeking
the edges of clarity.

49 times the grief
90 times the agony
changing numbers
newspaper numbers
reflecting chaos 
triggering
greater family pain.

six hatreds
six tears
six thoughts
six degrees
of connected separation.

Prompt
With one quick call we plunged into lockdown at my school in Christchurch. Outside terrorism, stalked parts of Christchurch 2019.
Poem Tags
#crimes, #faith, #freedom, #god, #gossip, #hate, #humanity, #identity, #love, #murder, #poems, #poetry, #religion, #seeker, #spokenword, #terrorism, #themes, #together, #mosque, #family
Christchurch 2019 Mosque shooting Spoken Word Reflection

Infinity

Step on the path
of eternity
in integrity
through certainty
of a faith
learnt moment
by moment.

Starting Thoughts:
Faith is an instant eternity journey.
Poem Topic Tags: eternity, faith, infinity, paths, reallife, steps
Posting Tags: #artist, #creativewriting, #edapp, #edchat, #edtech, #elearning, #GlobalEd, #god, #instawrite, #jesus, #lrnchat, #mlearning, #poems, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #poetryisnotdead, #poetsofinstagram, #schools, #spilledink, #spokenword, #teaching, #TT, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife

In the Water

We stand as 
family bonded together
white sand beach stretching
to emerald wave waters,
We speak of the
faith release
grounded and nurtured
in the generations,
awakened, gathered
mothered and fathered 
celebrated and shared,
Passed on
past to present,
We call forth the gold
from the blessing founded,
in the unfolded history
heritage from a thousand waves
that have curled 
to this moment,
and today we surf
catching rolling waves,
unforced rhythms of life
Enjoying the freedom,
Celebration, heart soul depths,
sharing each journey,
and now We call 
declaring God's power,
The wind of the spirit
to again stir the surface,
to breathe on the waters
grace for new faith
Creating anew and birthing
future waves
blessing the new riders
of generations to come.

Together planted in the land
firm stance on the beach;
In front vast, rolling fathoms 
and breadth of God’s love,
underneath our feet,
billions of small crystals
earth deep
the mix of fresh and salt waters,
behind us Southern Alps
standing strong on the land,
snow peaks in long white clouds
raining refreshment,
braided rivers of life to the sea,
Above blue sky dome
suspended invisible water 
billions of tonnes of his
lavish love
rain spirit 
waiting to fall down,
also now surrounding us.

We stand connected
on the beach,
infused, soaked by the water;
empowered by
the heart of Life.

Poem Tags
#blessing #christian, #church, #family, #generations, #god, #gold #love, #poetry #spoken-word, #water, #worship

Prompt
The blessing we can be to each other as family, passing on generation to generation, catching the wave of God's Spirit.
The blessing that can flow from genrations through family poem

Trust

I remember the 
Jesus transformation
I honour God
for who He is,
I know His pathway
is revealed with my risk,
So striding through
emotion mind mists,
I walk trusting
with thankful heart depths.

Bible Verses
Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Never rely on what you think you know. Remember the Lord in everything you do, and he will show you the right way. Proverbs 3:5-6 GNB

Poem Tags
#christian, #eagle, #faith, #love, #poetry, #spoken-word, #trust, #holy-spirit, #spoken-word


Prompt
Knowing where you come from in God and trusting Him for the next step.

Wings

Again I trust
in your unfathomable love
in promises ages true,
On mountain crags
sunrise touches
my wingtips,
I spread faith feathers
launch skyward
soaring, smiling
and strong
rising on Spirit winds.

Bible Verse
But those who trust in the Lord for help will find their strength renewed. They will rise on wings like eagles; they will run and not get weary; they will walk and not grow weak. Isaiah 40:31 GNB

Poem Tags
#christian, #eagle, #faith, #love, #poetry, #spoken-word, #trust, #holy-spirit, #spoken-word


Prompt
Soaring in trust with God on wings of eagles.

The Smile of 'I Am'

I am the sweet taste
on your lips,
The water softy
cleansing your cheeks,
I am the golden sand beach
you run on free,
the forever rock
you strongly stand on,
I am the flower fragrances 
swirling new dreams,
The hug
holding you in deep love,
I am the dance
moving you to the beat,
The song that
unfolds life to your soul,
I am the freedom call
wild to your spirit
I am the Word
that speaks you are special,
The touch that 
says, "I am here."

I am
your impossible 
possibilities.

Poem Tags
#christian, #dance, #first-love, #freedom, #identity, #love, #poetry, #special, #spoken-word, #worship

Prompt
Lost what you once had? Has who you are in God been buried?
Recapture your first-love for Christ

Crystal Waters

Crystal waters
Forest green hugged pool,
A still
and alive moment.

The desire is to
plunge deep,
I angle dive
fingers cutting, 
Breaking the mirror
water flows
crisping cool to skin
into the clear pool,
Celebrating clarity
Embracing freedoms release,
Dreaming
both fathomable and unfathomable,
in the new
I am reborn,
enveloped in the waters,
a shift in me.

And when I surface
Rise from the depths,
washed in amazing hope,
refreshed, slightly shivering,
I know again
this was an experience
of His love.

Poem Tags
#spoken-word, #poetry #love, #god, #life, #identity #baptism, #society, #faith, #decision, #water


Prompt
Baptism of faith, commitment in the water that experiences again God's love.
Cyrstal Waters Spoken Word Poetry on Baptism

The Seed

I hold tight 
arms by side
clenched fists
white knuckles.

The seeds
enclosed in my hands
potential of abundant life
Possibilities of change,
flickers of future,
I stand in
turbulent clouds swirl
searing sun,
Soft seeking snow,
seasons of temperature,
Time could just roll
by speeding to death,
What would be the point?

What is the risk?
Can I risk?
Can I break fear?

I call to the Lord
Seed giver
soul lover,
"Take my all
Who I am
is only made
Real and true
in You,
Lord of life
let this step
be seeking you
knowing Your lifetime’s
divine appointments,
I love you Lord,
It can only be You"

Stepping from the path
Finding the moment of
feet grounded in the soil
my hand opening
Opening my palm,
And on creases
Of my life lines
seeds lie ready 
To be thrown
the fields are ready
To grow and multiply
a harmony harvest.
and I throw
to sow.
The treasure
of the world
hope, dreams, 
waits in our ready 
hands,
Is made alive
As we scatter
love moments
Love seeds
Love's heart power
from the Lord.

Prompt
The seeds we have to sow lie ready in our hand. From the parable of the sower. Are you ready to find divine moments in your week?
Sharing your faith by sowing seed poetry, spoken word

Living Memory

The sculpture was formed
Over fifteen years
Searing sun
Dust clogging nostrils
Bitter Spain winters 
Snow cold fingers 
An artist's hand
of paper sketches 
turned into stone, 
From an apartment
packed layered living
year by year
he travelled to the hills
and the house emerged
laboured into
existence,
beams bracing strong, 
walls thickly blocked
staircase triumphantly leading
to second floor bedrooms
now holding memories of family,
And a BBQ shed for a king.

And spinning prior in time
Another artist
Who spun galaxies
wove atom by atom
an earth creation,
knowing us
Before we do,
This designer, God 
had readied His
miracle
for the house builder.

Before doctors, family, friends
God knew,
Before the house creation
was the God who
holds all things together,
And then the builder
was gripped in cancer’s claws
A brain strangling mass 
Oppression impending
Operation preparing,
Percentage chances murmured,
In desperation's hope
a whisper of insistence
from a loving wife,
trying in faith
to build trust
to ask God
for something.

And man not yet a builder
travelled a journey of faith
the cave of Lourdes bound 
and the Jesus
who touched blind to sight,
lame to walking, diseased to wholeness
the Carpenter of reconstructing life
the Relationship builder
as Son of God, Son of Man
Turned the Miracle,
Not to the surprise
of the doctors
Who asked, "Where 
have you been?"
Before
revealing the change.
Cancer gone!
No operation needed.

Thirty five years older
the house now
with inbuilt stature,
celebrating life
a daughter's marriage
a families journey,
Friends and family from
Spain, New Zealand
and many other nations
gathered to enjoy this life.

And the reminder
of all these memories
love in pain
struggles and tears
hopes and fears,
is embedded in the stone
a sculpture to remind
us all of the glory of God.

Starting Thoughts:
This spoken-word poem comes from a family wedding that we attended in Spain. The father of the bride had this encounter of miraculous healing from a his own personal history of a place of non- belief. As he built his new home on the hills over fifteen years, he crafted a statue celebrating the Cave of Lourdes and placed it over the doorway to remind himself of the miracle that had happened. A great story to hear!
Poem Topic Tags: #builder, #cancer, #creation, #designer, #faith, #healing, #miracles, #operation, #wedding
Posting Tags: #artist, #creativewriting, #edapp, #edchat, #edtech, #elearning, #GlobalEd, #god, #instawrite, #jesus, #lrnchat, #mlearning, #poems, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #poetryisnotdead, #poetsofinstagram, #schools, #spilledink, #spokenword, #teaching, #TT, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife
Building a house with a dedication to God for a persaonl miracle. A non-believer is healed and changed.

Am I Big Enough?

Am I big enough
thunders God?
Am I big enough
whispers God?
Am I big enough
loves God?

Come with your burdens
Come from where you are stuck
Come with your sins
Come with what
is held in your dark
no holding back,
Don't hang onto the past
because I hung
the past, present, future.
My love was nailed
came alive with
Jesus my Son,
I finished death
so you can let go,
Let me give joy
for lost years,
Let me give joy
for tears,
Let me give laughter
for stress,
Let me give peace
Let me make
forever holy
your life,
Let me be the beauty
the harmony
in your life,
experience the delights
in my heart.

You are
my new creation
healed and totally
forgiven,
I see you
perfect in my love,
Live with me,
Live from
my promises
my truth
my covernment
my power,
Live from
continual righteousness
cross centered
cross released.

Prompt
Is God BIG enough to love us completely... do we live from this love?
Is your God Big Enough Christian Poem

Called to Live

The first call
rang out on
a stony beach,
"I will make you fishers,
catchers, of others”,
And Jesus walked
years of moments,
day and night sharing,
thinking, giving,
living with his hands,
touching crowds and individuals,
from miracles to healing
human mistakes,
growing his friends
developing disciples
Sharing his God
Sharing his life.

The last pass
of his earth journey
climbing the Mount of Olives
Jesus spoke, encouraged
“Go and make disciples”
and He left,
Left the kingdom
on Earth to our 
Spirit empowered hands.

What is in your hand?
Carry it
use it,
Step out

Draw one step closer to God
Draw others one step closer
to God's kingdom,
You are it
the purposeful love
Now spirit aware of people 
present in your world
praying for your world,
you stand, sit and go places
that no one else does,
and so with intentional relationship,
friendship moments, 
Speaking to the gold in others
so they can become precious,
Live life together
conversations, a helping hand
hugs, generous words,
tears and hard times,
an influence.

You are
doing life with the one
you are 
an answer
You are love
on feet,
Open your home
open your heart
open your hands.

1 Thessalonians 2:8

Prompt
How do we share our faith, make disciples, do we live from the love that we know?
Discipling, sharing faith.

Born Twice

A making unmaking,
when attached
becomes released
separated, tiny
lungs shudder first breath,
this baby combined
DNA molecules of two,
Experiences pain
instinctively cries.

Time grows, passes,
food consumed
Molecules imported,
Until 
at some mysterious point,
All molecule 
origins of mother father
have been shed, replaced.
Am I more me at this point?
Alone from family
Yet closer in my division?
Be born again
said Jesus,
changed from the inside out,
explosion from stillness,
hugged and released
Finite space filled
with the will of infinity,
infused Makers DNA.
not just a process
but a human soul journey,
inner transformation.

Closer to God 
and paradoxically...
self.

Be born again,
Do not return
to old ways,
Be born again.
Born Again Christian Poem

Fear

What do you fear?
Arachnophobia - those crawly spiders
Acrophobia - way up, fear of heights
Cynophobia - fear of dogs
Too close- the fear of confined spaces - Claustrophobia
Pediophobia - what are these small people? the phobia of dolls
Red nose, Coulrophobia the fear of clowns
Common to childhood, Nyctophobia - fear of the darkness
Mysophobia - the fear of germs

Autophobia - the fear of myself
Theophobia - the fear of God
When persistent, ongoing, irrational - a phobia
When it is healthy, balanced
centered in the love of God
it is LIFE indeed!

Fear of God
Reverence,
Hope in His love
the beginning of knowledge.
Fear God Poem (Christian Media)

Now Future

What will last forever 
in eternity, infinity 
locked to perpetuity
the now future 
of the kingdom come?
Faith - confidence reality
in the seen unseen
Hope - the today joy
of tomorrow's promises
Love - the greatest 
gift of purpose, freedom, 
sacrifice.

Starting Thoughts: What really lasts in a seemingly temporary world, temporary life? Is it all random or is there more? Why do we search and look for love?
Bible Verses: “Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:13 NLT

Poem Topic Tags:
#faith, #freedom, #future, #hope, #infinity, #kingdom, #love,
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
What will last in our world? Is infinity a real thing but personal?

Faith

Faith
Embraces the wanderer,
Seekers and lost
Pained and released. 
No dress code
No restrictions.

This world's
Needs, desires,
wants,
Are shadow trades
for this unaccountable
Amazing unknown.

Get up and walk
Walk to his cross
Walk to his arms
Faith 
Walk to his light
Walk to his hope
Faith.
Your steps, his steps
Your path, following his destiny.

He knows your doubts
Questions,
Jesus has been before
Lived your dark before
Seen you before.

Take your dreams,
Hopes, laughter, 

Live life in God.
Have faith.
Faith Walk Christian Media Poem

Such a Time

It is your time
this moment
The purposes of your heart
flying to a new horizon,
A sea sunset
before you,
Colour stretching opportunities
that look thin at first
in the light of day,
But stand brighter
as darkness falls,
And as you travel
to the distant thin line
Distance develops behind,
distance from previous relationships
distance from harmony conversations
Distance from the land left behind
distance from what has been safe
distance from love in the Christchurch city,

As you travel towards
the iridescent line
a new day dawns forward
in a dissolving horizon
Creating new destiny
new conversations
new shelter and freedoms
new love,
a luminous life
for you are
God's lights
fireflies to the horizon.

Starting Thoughts: Written for friends travelling overseas into mission. A word to encourage and celebrate their new journey taking part of us with them.
Poem Topic Tags:
#change, #destiny, #divineappointments, #faith, #horizon, #journey, #mission, #opportunities, #purpose, #steps
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
A journey of mission and opportunity poetry

Change

8.30 wait,
Reluctant refugee
from warm kitchen,
Standing on the cracked asphalt
by dirty grey concrete gutter,
Bus late as usual
Watching steamy breath
envelope time
to disappear
in smog throttled air,
People in the queue
all looking the other way
beanies pulled grimly down
Collars raised to keep
frost fingers out,
Every morning I see them
regulars at the stop
on way to work,
Stranger friends
for we've never talked,
Do these people have pasts?
Ordinary folks waiting
for the ever slow transport.

.....CHANGE.....

Found in pockets
used on bus

……CHANGE….

How many chameleon
people here
with throwaway values?
Can they look
in mirrors of character
and say, "That's me."

......CHANGE......

or do they adopt
what they think others want,
Having no rock
to base their lives on.

....CHANGE.....

The bus arrives
scaring puddles onto
the pavement,
Packed with passengers
To pick up
those who will fit on.
Waiting for the Bus Christian Church poetry

Dad's Garden

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.
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