MYSTIC EYE

by c.f. leach

Clouds of thoughts flooding my brain;

Ideas cultivate those thoughts as the pouring rain…

Of Spring blossoming fresh and anew.

My computer keys have a different point of view…

Seen through the mystic eye of the Creator’s thoughts;

New mountains to climb and greener pastures to walk.

Revitalized fluttering wings out of the cocoon of creation.

So happy, exuberant, flying at such high elevations…

Rediscovery, new challenges yet to grasp;

I’m finally in my writer’s place at last!

Note: The picture for this post is Eye of God Digital Art by Bruce Rolff.

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Printed Purposes

 

by c.f. leach

Every week I peck at these computer keys;

Giving you a glimpse into a world He alone weaves.

That can only be seen by a desperate heart,

Who sees the words more than just creative art…

But printed purposes sent from above;

The way of displaying all His power and love.

In a time when hope seems lost in the darkness of fear,

He wants us all to feel His presence is still here.

If we would just simply open the Book,

And take to ourselves one honest look…

To see the truths that really matter,

Amid all this noisome chatter.

Then our hearts would begin to smile,

Realizing this trouble is only for awhile.

And be thankful unto Him who has only our best interests at heart;

As we take our first steps into our new start.

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Let Us Be Those

     Our Guest Poet for this week is Autumn H.

When all are in trial,
When all are in denial,
Let me be the one to share a smile.
Let me be the one to share a dance.
Let it be an advance,
to be enhanced,
when all are weary,
let me be the one to share thinking clearly,
to share being ever so cheery.
This is what I ask.
Because I don’t want us to wear a mask.
So let us join hand-in-hand, for this to be our task.

Autumn has a beautiful website called Sunshine in the Haze. Beautiful because there are many posts that uplift your mind and spirit concerning God’s word. As Autumn told me, “To me, there’s nothing more beautiful than people sharing God’s wonders.” And the way she writes really shows that!

Autumn thank you for sharing your poem with us. Blessings and Peace.

 

His Passion

In the distance there’s a silhouette of three crosses atop a hill;

On the cross in the middle He who obeyed the Father’s will.

As He gave up the ghost and lowered His head,

All would shortly find out the Son of God was now dead.

But this death was not a permanent state,

When the Sanhedrin caught wind it was much too late…

To hide the truth no matter how many coins were paid;

For the tomb was now empty where He had once laid.

And Mary ran quickly to spread the word;

How He had risen just as they’d heard…

When He told them aforetime what was to come,

As He advanced the kingdom of the Holy One.

For all those who would believe on His name;

And for those who did their lives would never be the same…

From a sacrifice He made to reconcile us,

Back into the Heavenly Father’s trust.

Now ascended and sitting on the right hand of God’s throne,

To intercede on our behalf so we’ll never again be alone.

© c.f. leach

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Where Is It?

All of my life I’ve walked this earth,

Seeking out my own self worth.

Looking here—searching there…

Yet seeming to find it nowhere.

As a dove flying from tree to tree;

Forever pecking to find me.

Lost in the winds of time,

My flight pattern is hard to find.

Planting my talons firmly on life’s learning branch;

Which set me in a hypnotic trance.

Behind all the deceitful smiles that were not real,

Now my heartbeat was starting to congeal…

Like Snow White life was poisoning me to sleep;

While thoughts of God’s word slowly began to creep…

Into my mind shaking the depths of my soul,

Reminding me of all I’d ever been told…

About His unconditional love;

The reason He sent Jesus from above.

As my body began coming out of the deep,

He reminded me of all the promises He’d keep.

And how if I’d continued doing my best,

He would surely take care of the rest.

He taught me to discern what is lurking behind life’s facades and masks,

With that gift I’d truly come to know my self-worth at last.

It wasn’t a prince who woke me from my sleep;

But a God who promised my soul He would keep.

©c.f. leach

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