safety. protection. knowing you have a home.
my heart longs for this.
your heart longs for this.

i wrote this poem using the pronoun "he."
it was for a guy i met some days after i wrote it. it was so perfect. so God.
the poem of course also ministered to my heart and i felt led to share.

the color of his pale blue eyes long for peace
cheeks flush as his tears start to increase
reminiscing on the comfort of his sight
his mind building towers showing what is right
he thinks shelter comes in the form of walls
crumbling.
he grovels as he crawls.
security finds no space in his mind
furious thoughts, what did i leave behind...
He replied, "what was worthy to be found
in My heart I see you as royalty crowned
your permanent residence is with Me
rise up son. home is to know you are free."

i have missed writing.
i have been through a season when the pen has found its residence in my bag, on the floor, in a jar, but rarely in my hand.

then i wrote this poem below inspired by a phrase a dear friend shared with me.

as soon as the words rolled off her tongue they spilled with excitement into my heart.

sitting on a chartreuse chair in my room my heart found comfort as the pen found itself embraced by strength and peace.

her body was not just right
her eyes limited her sight
her breath unstable and short
her thoughts too complex to sort
her legs were feeble and weak
constantly something to tweak

He thought she's the one I choose
Her weaknesses i will use
Each step will cause her to praise
A victory consists of days
She doubts conquering unknowns
Body and mind utter groans
Then He says, "Look at her heart
Everything is there to start
The unreachable she will see
Revealed by her heart of purity."