Family COMMUNion

When I was a little girl I used to look at people's eyes I used to stare and see straight to the place the heart cries I was young and unaware I thought everyone saw these things I'd group people in my head the way their eyes look as their hearts sing Some are silent, their eyes are dead I realized these things when I was young I can't see them now that I'm strong save the days I'm one- on -one and recognize where I belong Certain eyes resemble mine the fight is real, the struggle alive And I am drawn to the evil assigned but wise enough now to know how to thrive I see certain demons pursue an attack adultery, addiction, seduction and lies Some flee the pursuit and some will fight back The wise ones will stand and let faith arise And sometimes we falter and let the shield drop and others are hooked and latched onto like wolves to cattle and those of us trusting ask Him how to stop and those that are trapped will die in the battle I ...

Find it. He's a liar made out like his father Reminded of a tyrant posing as a donor Dreaming as he squanders believing all he ponders drinking in the flattery and the subject matter wanders Sipping bitter wine pearls before the swine Say we're at the party and hope that we'll be fine Lust makes you a drunken fool and use Love as your binding tool and all the while you say my name and I retain my cool…you fool empty life empty wife you used up cheater left with strife your nature eats you whole your master claims his goal and deep inside you suffer sin must take its toll discard this fist of treasure for brief moments of pleasure sand falls through clenched fingers the hand you chose you measure All is lost count the cost you're a cheater and I retain my cool you FOOL! JM 2015 Don't waste what is holy on people who are unholy.  Don't throw your pearls to pigs! They will trample the pearls, then turn and attack you.  Ma...

There's a place upon His chest I see my face there, often The line of his jaw where its angled and strong The place where his pulse beats the warmth of his breath falls There's a place upon his chest where I can lay my cheek Where my forehead softly rests and I hear his heart beat A place upon his chest I'm not afraid to go to He'll always take me there and never pull away He's never tense or slow to hold me His grip is strong His arms enfold me In A place upon His chest Sometimes my eyes are open I look around and see the struggle I nestle in as time unravels As chaos looms and darkness grows As voices chatter and problems matter My tears fall soft and His hold tightens My hopes are safe My courage heightens In that place upon His chest There's times my eyes are closed To block out all this crazy mess to just be still and know There's love upon that shoulder and fragrance in His hold The sweetness...

I've spent so much time investing prayer, thought, action into a dream that's plagued me since childhood.  These days, I just want to quit.  I've learned so much, been hurt so badly and disillusioned so often.  I've been told it's "not my job".  I'm "doing enough".  I'm "not cut out for that work."Even that I have "no idea" what sort of predicament I'd be putting myself in. I remember this girl, barely a teenager, wearing "I love New York" earring because of her prayers and burning passion for the inner city homeless in New York City.  I remember that same girl sitting on the subway train in New York City and praying for the abandoned and "For Sale" buildings she passed in New York…that somehow, some way God would give this girl one of those or put her in one of those for the ministry dream she had.  Prayers…they change me, always. I remember the dreams I'd awaken from of revival, of roo...

beat the rust from leaky drums scrub bloodstain until it runs wash my face and grimy hands view the scene from frosted glass and everything is managed and everything seems calm my conscience seems less damaged the bullet in my palm Offer me a clean sweep a token of affection the chaos grown knee-deep midst growing insurrection love that gives me smallest solace hope that barely warms dirty sips from golden chalice while greater Presence warns and everything consumes me and life still pulls me in and what is left that could be is choked up in what's been pressing in upon me the thing that screams it matters perspective small around me while all outside this shatters and greater union beckons this marriage begs consent I note the fleeting seconds the will that won't relent and all within me willing and all outside me cold a heart with hatred filling a groom with anger, bold and everything demands my patience and fortune seems my lot w...

The best things I can say, the words that mean the most are the ones that reverberate in my heart. These are words that hold me to you that define your deity your truth. I'm ever wandering and pondering the things that will never really matter until I'm silent and I hear the words you gave me to sing over you, the love you placed in me to lavish upon you. Others will tell me these thoughts, these feelings even this aching is for another.  They will tell me that I need to find that one, to seek him out to pour all of this into him but I know better.  I've been there and when I was we both said it belonged to you…both of us did.  It's meant for no one else.  I didn't make it.  You put it in me for you.  Despite what anyone thinks or wonders we know that the only way I'll be satisfied is to lavish it on you, my Maker, my King And every woman has this passion.  Every woman has this need.  Every woman has this longing to be loved and to pour out ...