Compelled – a poem about the draw to fight against sex trafficking

I’m in this fight
I won’t do nothing
But shine a light
Of hope & peace
My hands at work
I won’t be idle
Lest evil lurk
Upon my watch
It shall sustain
Until its demand
The root of pain
Have all but ceased
I must remain
Extol the mandate
Abolish shame
And slavery

Strength – a poem for Carly

She dug further down in the deep of her heart
And the further she went, the more pain would impart
Past the rejection, past all the lies
For their protection, she casts off disguise

She sees it all
But is blind to her own strength
She sees it all…but her strength

      Upholding them
      Supporting them

      With the strength
      She has from above

In the very last days he spent on this earth
She would fight for the rights of the two she gave birth
Walking the tightrope, shaking with fear
Helping them say all he needed to hear

She sees it all
But is blind to her own strength
She sees it all… but her strength

      Upholding them
      Supporting them

      With the strength
      She has from above

The strength she has from above
From above
She fights with the strength
From above

With the strength from above

Death Be Not Proud – a poem about Nathan’s Win

Death be not proud

That you’ve gained one more soul

It was not a win for you

Swallowing whole

His breath and energy

Cancer and pain

You may count it as yours

But this loss is yet gain

 

Friends and dear family

Daughter and son

Draw near to heaven

Where life’s now begun

His grace is a blanket

His comfort a salve

His presence with Nathan

Is here with you now

 

Death be not proud

For this world is not home

For this earth which we roam

Will assault heart and bone

Rather, home is our city

In heaven and light

So I raise my proud fist

For one hell of a fight

Freedom’s Door – a poem on prayer for freedom

This is a poem I wrote for an article for Abolition Now, about the power of prayer for freedom. They decided to wait on the article part and only published the poem for now…

Freedom’s Door

I hear your voice call out to Me

Most times it is My symphony

Most times it is all that I need

To move, to act, to pour.
Believe, I fashioned you this way

Let’s talk and laugh throughout the day

I’ve placed them in your path for you

To move, to act, to pour.
So move again, and you will see

My Spirit in community

Each act of faith, a rugged key

To open freedom’s door.
Dash the mountain with My Word

With authority assured, and

Speak to me, My Kingdom’s shine,

You open freedom’s door.

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(photo credit: Kathy Lebron)

Fruit, a poem on God’s Creation Around, and Within Us

I am not from here.

I was bought to become
A citizen of a new Kingdom

That defies space, and laughs at time
Makes rain and soil, twists the vine

It takes that which was never so
And speaketh it to be, to grow

To burrow roots and draw from silt

And push aside condemning guilt

Its nutrients of truth and grace
Are coursing through my spider veins

Until at last in seasons’ time
A glimpse of pink, a bloom, a sign

And all the waiting, and irresolute
Will pale behind colors of life-bearing fruit

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Transformation Northwest – Conference with Father’s House Church, at 1st Baptist Church SW Portland, featuring guest Speaker, Pastor at Hope Centre in Tauranga New Zealand, Kristen Williams. Also featuring breakout session speaker, Joshua Shaw, on speaking out with boldness to those in public, words of knowledge, and healing those with pain or afflictions, by the power of the Spirit.

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The Surrender to Spring – poem on anxiety, winter, spring, hope

The Surrender to Spring

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The chill demanded tightened fists, a tightened scarf around my cheeks. Its frost, like fear, deceit cashmere in shadows.

It seems as though anxiety makes home a cold society…and lies awake in shivering and shallow.

Yet as the morning breaks and with it sunlight gently takes away the tense, it seems this warmth is really, grace.

Grace with which to operate, to view, to love, invigorate. Grace with which to saturate this day.

I watch intently crystal hairs that weaken, melt and drip and bare, the blades beneath their outerwear so blithe.

They are still, as they await the transformation. They unveil the season coming, and a brighter shade of life.