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Boundaries

Only through
the hardness of decision
the sweat of blood tears
the alien aloneness
in contrast to a garden’s lushness,
Only through
Setting his face
to walk, carry, suffer,
speak, encounter, die,
Only through Christ’s choice
did the boundary of the cross
linking matter to heaven
break the power
of sin and death
tearing the curtain
the barrier
between celestial and earth,
Tearing Father, Son and Spirit
Breaking resistant hearts
Breaking the chains
Breaking the masks,
Saturating love, release and potential
to the corners
of our core, of who we are.

And now
in our choices
we set new Boundaries
Stopping unhealthy risk
Bringing security to freedom,
Always safe in the Saviour,
Living out true understanding
Telling others who we are,
We grow from love
From passion
From desires to connect
Allowing others to see us
Echoing God’s love,
Allowing His reckless
overwhelming love,
to richly pour
through us
into the world beyond.

Starting Thoughts: Setting boundaries in relationships, on self, on others are an important part of life. They give security, decreasing fears, enhance communication. Why do we so often fold or keep quiet?
Poem Topic Tags:
#boundaries, #cross, #curtain, #garden, #gold, #honour, #identity, #love, #resurrection, #risks, #security, #selfworth
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Boundaries choice self heaven resurrection cross poety spoken word

Hope for Life

Hope
Creates an
ever expanding world
Options,
Possibilities,
Partner with this hope,
Lift your eyes
to hope in Christ,
You are a new creation
born from His salvation
Carrier of hope.

Starting Thoughts: Hope that lasts beyond having money in the bank, that things will work out right. Hope is something you can encounter even in the rough stuff that life throws at you.
Poem Topic Tags:
#christ, #creation, #hopes, #meaning, #new, #salvation, #vision
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Could it be true that real hope, in all situations, can come from knowing Christ Poetry Spoken Word

Significance

Undying love
an impossibility
a romance novel
a twisted pipe dream,
Can it ever be found?
Even the closest
to perfect human -
died!
Their love, their presence
their essence, personality, 
all of them random - gone
just a grass blade
weakened temporary roots
dried to a brown wisp
in nor-wester winds,
flaking, crumbling, scattered,
forever lost.
Endless days
short moments
fleeting seconds.

And love spoke
A powerful presence
on Earth,
The walking, singing, challenging
Love was birthed 
in frailty, 
in the midst of death
and the universe
was inexorably changed,
This extreme love
healed, restored, invoked, 
spoke truth, grace, life,
Transformed society
touched the untouchable
loved those who thought
they could never be treasured,
Said, "You are sons and daughters
of God",
And then evil killed
this ultimate love
tore it down
in the fears of people,
The fears of those in power
The fears of change,
death to a love promise
Just another lie, 
death to the completely innocent.

Dying, dying, grave bound
death's chains 
binding love in chaos...

And on the third day
Jesus rose
Love rose
Redemption, freedom rose
death could not hold Him
the undying love
Lived on, loved on,
The sacrificed love
searching love
forever eternal love,
the worst possibility
has become 
the best truth,
death has become
eternal life
in the power 
of God.
Alive in Christ
we stand
Life stories rewritten,
we are
the touch of significance,
We feel
God's heart lovers,
We have become
the royal priesthood.

Starting Thoughts: The temporary nature of life, are we just random? Can we have any significance and therefore hope in life? Can we discover in the worst possibility the best truth?
Bible Passage:
Mark 16
Poem Topic Tags:
#alive, #chains, #cross, #easter, #eternal, #fears, #identity, #life, #love, #perfection, #priesthood, #resurrection, #significance, #stories
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Can we find significance and hope in a random world? Poetry - Spoken Word

Hidden Mortality

Hidden Mortality?
Building my pyramid
around secret passageways,
bully statements 
covering tombs,
criticism cursing traps
taking down threats,
heavy blocks swung
mortared into place,
blocking the real,
stoning the pain,
obstacles to opening,
silent dust choking
compete darkness.

In the secret centre
Gather the wealth
my gold reflections
my mask heavy 
my treasure 
my precious 
my eternal time
and I will live
Forever.

I have created arrogance,
my mausoleum monument
Faking life beyond.

Time passes...
thieves penetrate
stealing dreams,
Dust blows over
the lost emptiness
of my legacy,
Threaded 
cracks possess 
the edifice built,
Dust is what
I hold in my 
dead hands.
Dust to dust.

Where am I?
What have I paid
for nothing?

Proverbs 10:22 The Message (MSG)
22 God’s blessing makes life rich; nothing we do can improve on God.
Luke 16:9 New Living Translation
Here's the lesson: Use your worldly resources to benefit others and make friends. Then, when your earthly possessions are gone, they will welcome you to an eternal home.
Proverbs 3: 9-10

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"

Flourish

In the heat
burned a mistake,
toxic
yet strangely cold,
Wounded
Cut,
Despairing,
Agonised,
Retreating from the real,
Unconnected,
life suicidal,
alone.

Could there be more?
What do you really want?

I am the Lord,
I demonstrated
an incredible
poured out love,
Christ, my Son
who died
for you,
For your past, present, future;

Oh, how I love you.

And you will be
...will be...
transplanted, born anew
Deeply cherished
Highly favoured
You will be rooted;
immersed into God,
established in
wider, higher, deeper
extravagant, endless love,
fresh life saturated
In Living water,
A revelation
of the infinite power
streaming to your spirit,
cascades of
Holy Spirit,
flooding immersive
your soul.
Rooted in Jesus as Lord.

Never doubt...
Open
to Him,
Make
Him Lord and King,
Place
Him first.

Be close
in Him, Blossom,
Be ready
to change,
Be loved
deeply, completely
Be overflowing
with love,
Be close, so close
to the Lover,
Be aware
in the pain,
Be powerful
in your innermost depths,
Be burning
fire spirit of God,
Be energised
joyful action,
Be strong
in the truth,
Be curious
seek the questions,
Be loyal
living harmony in community,
Be soaked
in the Word of God,
Be Communion
intimate with bread and wine,
Be impassioned
in prayer,
Be flowing
passion in the living river,
Be drawn
open to supernatural
Be aware
open to God's amazing,

Be quiet
sleep in the corner...

And you will...
Be filled
Spirit restored,
Be taken
deeper into mysteries,
Be flourishing
a Fruit festival,
Be transformed
by where you will go...
Flourish by the river Christian Poem

Bad Things Happen

Accidents
Struggles
Money pain,
Death
Suicide
Desperate,
Rumours
Barbed words
Poison drips
via screens,
your reality show,
Loneliness
in a connected world,
Loneliness
in a party room,
Loneliness
amongst candyfloss friends,
Can there
be any answer...
in the drugs, alcohol,
in busyness, work,
in hating,
in trying to be good,
all pointless...

And Christ,
God among us
Knows pain's depths,
Rejected, hurt, betrayed,
beaten, killed,
Felt hell's pains sunk
deep in His soul,
His gift
accepting our torture,
And so...
Knows fully your pain.

Come to Him,
give Him
the bad stuff,
The worst, meanest, painful, despair,
the dark.

Forever
he is the Water of Life
Hope singer,
New life bringer,
Your smile and laughter..

Prompt
How deep do we feel trapped in the tar around us? Is there any meaning?
Poem Tags
#accidents, #reallife, #christian, #disasters, #jesus, #life, #loneliness, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #seeker, #spokenword, #video

Bad things happen christian spoken word poetry

I Stand

I stand
in a crowd
they blur 
in fast forward motion
around me,
my heart slow mo,
Surrounded by life but empty,
Even sound
is muted
dialled down,
time threatens me
a tomorrow enemy
coming insanely quicker
invading here now,
Colours fragment-
are hard to track,
buildings gravity lean
compressing my space,
I crazily condense
shrinking from
false business
flashing toothless signs
muttered sorry
from bumper car drones
hurrying on programmed tracks, 
Hopelessness grips, fear tendrils
into my darkening mind.
No hope
No way
No where to go

Pieces
of me splinter 
in my soul.
I Stand Alone Crowd poem

Human Nature

Human nature
Scars and beauty,
Seeping decay
Shadows across Earth's face
Living to rescue one moment
Suicide bomb hate the next.

Life suffers:
In death, luxury, instant world,
focus on the me,
Fear, Pain 
I am right!

But there was a suffering
A history eternity moment
Connecting 
Earth to life,
Us to pure love 
Us to the judge,
to hope
to freedom.
Us to God.
A faith to live for,
Beyond the Earth 
Beyond an expanding universe
Beyond everyday, today and tomorrow.

Live this life
Love the rescue
of your soul.
Human Nature Soul Christian Poem

Seen

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.
seen_poetry_christian_shadows

Holes

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

Mirror on the Wall

I lifted my right hand 
He lifted His,
Tears formed in my eyes 
He cried with me, 
I smiled 
His smile hundredfold, 
I pulled a face 
laughing at life 
He chuckle shared 
for He created life.

Suddenly, fear…
Reflections 
sometimes too much, 
too personal 
too questioning 
too complex.

The hammer 
steals from my pocket 
I smash, 
shards exploding, 
to find something else..
Behind the mirror, 
blankness
I’ve destroyed
I’ve won
what I wanted.

The broken 
scatter spoke 
from the floor, 
"You are created in 
My image." 
Myriad fragments
crazy splinters
somehow still
speaking a whole.

I sweep Him up, 
Carefully, 
so as not to hurt myself. 

Mirror pieces, 
binned.


James 1:23 (ESV)
23 For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror.
1 Corinthians 13:12 (ESV)
12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

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

Songbird of Meaning

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.
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