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Call Time

Call back timelessness 
Call back time
Call back the voice,
Not old ways
Not decadence
but decades
of cross centered change,
Call new vitality
new wine
from the oldest vine
planted deep
in soil, soul penetrating,
Calling, 
drawing rivers of life
to the surface.

Who can change nations?
My God!
Who can transform a culture?
My God!
Who can forever change a city ?
My God!

Call out to
Christchurch founded on Christ
rooted in 
Salvation and authority
Righteousness
peace and joy,
Call
the Church of Christ
to arise 
and stand renewed
on the cross 
centered in the city
revived in the vine.

Stand in the history of blessing
Step up into His light
Step with the Light
Stir in the Spirit 
Restoration and renewal…
Ōtautahi
Christchurch.

Starting Thoughts:
The history of Christchurch stands on a cross centered history of faith and revival from both Maori and European believers. Renewal starts with opening hearts across cultures and in respect and honour, standing on that history of blessing.
Poem Topic Tags: #christ, #city, #cross, #faith, #god, #life, #light, #renewal, #revival, #river, #transformation, #vine
Posting Tags: #artist, #creativewriting, #edapp, #edchat, #edtech, #elearning, #GlobalEd, #instawrite, #lrnchat, #mlearning, #poems, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #poetryisnotdead, #poetsofinstagram, #schools, #spilledink, #spokenword, #teaching, #TT, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife
CAlling for revival from the history of Christchurch

Jared and Jessica

Can’t help falling in love
with an eye fiesta
of variegated sea blues to green lawn
From Aqua bay to 
Green shades native forest
Tui notes cascade above
white water stream,
Grey clouds lace mountain ridges
releasing showers onto 
the dress up colours of wedding guests
and umbrellas fetched from cars.

Then a pause in the rainy weather
Moisture trickles joy in eyes
of the bow tie groom
as the bride glides on father’s arm
down the grassy isle,
Ceremony words
Lace the air
Weaving God’s life
Prayer and communion
Laughter with love
Friends and family in tune
with the outdoor celebration,
A stillness descends
wind pauses holding breath
and sun warms our backs
Rings with pledges and loyalty 
exchanged
Jared and Jessica
Heart and song
Can’t help falling in love
with you

Starting Thoughts:
A wedding of a great pair of friends. Held in one of the bays in Akaroa, Christchurch.
Poem Topic Tags: #wedding, #ceremony, #church, #friends, #love, #vows, #relationships
Posting Tags: #artist, #creativewriting, #edapp, #edchat, #edtech, #elearning, #GlobalEd, #instawrite, #lrnchat, #mlearning, #poems, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #poetryisnotdead, #poetsofinstagram, #schools, #spilledink, #spokenword, #teaching, #TT, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife
marriage and love, ceremony on Banks Peninsula

No Wind Kite

Dusk stole 
across the park grass
Thinning behind winter tree branches
yellow orange striped candy colours
sunset lowering on the horizon,
still and crisp air
resting on park and playground
Friend’s children climbing rope 
tetrahedron
Shouts to Dad
This is a spaceship, a mountain
a dream...

As we clambered down
hit the swing for one last time,
For the fifteenth repeat
I was asked, “Can we fly the kite?”
I glanced to the zipped backpack
Leaning against park picnic bench
With a rainbow skin and spars
poking from the top.

I pointed out the lack of wind
No moving branches
no twitch of twigs
Distracted them with flying science
about helicopters and blades
Birds and wings
Even pointed out starlings perched
dark blobs in naked branches,
And then suddenly
I realised
if the children run
dragging the kite to height - win, win
The kite will fly - sort of
                         - sort of fun
The boys will become more tired... 

How often do we think 
the wind is not there? 

Run with the kite!

Starting Thoughts:
Flying (or not) a kite with the grandchildren leads to thinking about how we encounter the Holy Spirit.
Poem Topic Tags: #grandchildren, #hope, #kites, #perseverance, #spirit, #window,
Posting Tags: #artist, #creativewriting, #edapp, #edchat, #edtech, #elearning, #GlobalEd, #instawrite, #lrnchat, #mlearning, #poems, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #poetryisnotdead, #poetsofinstagram, #schools, #spilledink, #spokenword, #teaching, #TT, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife

Trust Sails Away

The Spirit wind
of God
blows and breathes 
bringing life 
to the water,
Three yachts -
Three ways to live
born in the harbour
born to sail
born to dream
born to hope.

One Anchored, 
sails furled curled
Holding to self 
Holding to material 
Holding to past 
Holding to mast,
Anchored to avoid risk
Heart hidden
The wind ripples past
singing through bare wire stays.

Second yacht 
Ripped, tipped, tripped over 
Heart exposed
Human error
Human blame game 
Fault 
Pain 
Waiting indecision 
Nothing being the decision 
It lies, water logged,
Sail drowning
feeling broken
Blame and shame
It hopes heavy 
It hopes hurt
The wind tugs past
Caressing over upturned hull.

Third yacht - gone 
Hitting the horizon 
Heart out 
Hammering
Skimming on waves 
Light on the water
Trusting to the future
Sharing love, control, life 
Intimate dancing 
with wind's direction,
responding to 
breezes, gusts, whispers
Calls to the future,
A Rider of the ocean depths
Flowing with the wind,
Trusting in fears
Trusting the wind
The wind flies with in
partnership motivation.

The wind 
Same for three 
Calling life
Calling change 
Calling trust.


Starting Thoughts: How are we living for Christ? Safe, broken or taking a risk? Stagnant, hurt or running with the wind?
Poem Topic Tags:
#blame, #broken, #choices, #dreams, #fault, #holyspirit, #materialism, #riches, #self, #spirit, #trust
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken Word poem on taking risks for God - yacht  parable

The Call

Hear a hastening
a happening in the nation,
the call of a thousand voices
Oh
too often we hear
the cries of pain, suicide
violence, indifference...

But now
the clear cascading notes
Songs of birds
totora forest deep,
the very rocks embedded 
in alp snow mountains
and tumbling white water rivers
are calling out a shift,
Above myriad stars stretch 
in daylight unseen;
in night time crystal shimmers
surrounding the steadfast southern cross,
from these galaxy dimensions
emanates the challenge of 
The Light.

"tihe mauri ora"

A karanga,
a call to life
changing the spirit
over the land,

the finger tips
and nose breath,
Christ spirit of God
touches and crisps the air.

Angels and humans stir
alike in the new,
Prayer, prophetic and praise
cloaks are laid in vapour
covering the land 
of the long white clouds,
And from the mist
of a generation gone,
the call to be
fully alive 
dancing in the image
of God,
standing strong 
taking risks
honouring
being love,
knowing the One
being one
knowing He has won.

The call;
to Step together into
the flourishing fullness of God
Alive, fresh in everything.

Ephesians 3:14
Prompt
A call from the land, from God, to revival, prayer, praise and prophetic words. Being alive in God, in Jesus.
Poem Tags
#alive, #aotearoa, #call, #light, #literarydevices, #love, #poems, #poetry, #praise, #risks, #sacrifice, #seeker, #spirit, #spokenword, #themes, #topics, #worship
The Call: Spoken Word poetry asking where we fit in this world

Released to Worship

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.
Released to Worship Christain Poem

Alive

Alive,
because of His love
freedom in this love.
His touch
expanded life,
His breath
renewed senses,
His word wisdom
clarity of mind.
His Spirit
dances a universe
of meaning into my spirit.

Awareness of infinity
Space in me
filled with His passion,
fire in my soul,
singing in His laughter,
dancing in His grace,
painting the lines
colours of His excitement,
Heart held in His answers,
His mystery,
The forever spark in His eye,
He sees me, you ...

Live again,
Open to His touch,
Harmony in His heartbeat.

Poem Tags
#alive, #christian, #excitement, #firstlove, #freedom, #love, #meaning, #passion, #poem, #poetry, #purpose, #soul, #spirit, #spokenword
Prompt
How can we feel truly alive, be alive forever?
Alive in God, in His Spirit Spoken-Word Poem

Sunday Tolls

Bells peal
Summoning the battle lines
Satan rubbed
gleeful hands
as people were
called to church.

The Lord stretched
His spirit
to those who came
Victorious loving power
to those that
bothered to claim

But the people
did not love
they couldn't
in division
slander
respectable sin
and divided
they fell
while God waited at the door

And the devil got up
and danced on the altar.

Poetry Topic Tags: #christian, #church, #divided, #division, #gossip, #love, #poems, #poetry, #sin, #slander, #spokenword, #videos
Where there is division we need t cover with love Spoken word poetry video

Ever Love

Every moment 
Every step, 
Closer than your heart beat 
a You shadow 
twinned to your soul, 
A knowledge deeper 
than you know yourself, 
From the same creator spirit 
that formed galaxies and atoms, 
A love celebration 
that laughed, danced,  
sang the song spinning  
stars, universes into space, 
From that tender power, 
a God spark, 
puzzle piece, 
A fire 
waiting alive in you. 
In every spirit molecule of your whole 
a call to your soul, Spirit deep, 
to close relationship, 
A call to home - 
to pain, 
to questions 
to freedom
to change
to purpose 
to adventure...

In Christ's ever love
You will never 
be the same.
Ever Love Christian Poem Media

My Spirit

My spirit
Extol 
Ever praise
The One
Highest above,
You are
The Great I Am,
Beyond time,
Jesus
Adored Lord,
Worthy 
Complete 
Wholeness and Truth,
I worship You
In the hardness of the cross
In the love of the cross
In the joy of the cross
In the power of the cross
In the moment of the cross.
Here and now 

I worship you
Here and now.

Starting Thoughts: The Cross is a display of the character and personality of God, a God willing to love in both the hard and gentle, in sacrifice and power.
Poem Topic Tags: #cross, #holyspirit, #iam, #joyful, #love, #power, #praise, #spirit, #timeless, #worship
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken word poem worshipping the God of the cross - of love

Released

Desert suns
sear the future,
Too hot
life stands on shifting sands
Too sharp
heat binds the lungs,
Yet a coldness somehow
cloys the heart,
Where can I be that life is found?
How will I do more than survive?

A mirage shimmers
Life just seems fake.

Cracked lips
cry out ,
"Where are you God?"

In faith
seeing nothing
I stumble another step
I scrabble over
endless tops,
the next sand ridge
pours through
my sun seared encrusted fingers
and another image appears
is the real - fake
or the fake - real?

I stumble, sliding
down rivers of sand time
towards the green,
metamorphosing tree outlines,
an oasis,
a whole world's tip
like an iceberg of life
from underneath
this scorched world I am in.

How did I not know
God was in the desert?
A deep pool, cool, powerful life
Underground
There all the time
Water, bubbling, gushing
Extreme.

Through eyes half blind
I see water flowing to the surface,
singing to my soul,
Surrounding, penetrating
so real,
green life afresh.

A call
to drink deep,
to know an intimacy
of Christ in me,
A depth of love.
Refreshed.
Released.
Released from the dry - Christian Poem

Remember

Wisp thoughts
Scattered in casual
Sympathy
Wandering
Scenes of memories,
Synapses of impulse
tar pits of the forgotten
connections and disconnections
twitch in time,
electrical energy
brain nerves
nervously
fuzz out
and away,
supplanted by fears
and blankness.

When will the moment manifest
where the forgotten 
consumes the remembered?
Shells with
spirit whispers.

Starting Thoughts: I have watched Alzheimer’s eat at the life of people I know. They become living shells with seemingly ever decreasing random connections to who they were.
Poem Topic Tags: #alzheimers, #brain, #death, #disease, #family, #life, #living, #loss, #memories, #memory, #quality, #seeker, #thoughts
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken Word Poetry on the memories loss to Alzheimer’s
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