The Hair On The Back Of My Neck
Whether the bear stands up and gnarls his teeth,
slamming its paws left and right;
Or the eagle raises his pinions to fly-
Looking forward to the effortless flight;
Perhaps it’s the moment the grizzly enters the cave,
to put away his claws for a season;
Maybe it’s the time the bird finds its nest-
Eaglets are the precious reason.
I’m eager to learn from God’s creatures , No matter how frightening or majestic they may be-
For God has called us to Love;
And this is why we are Free.
The Gate From Here
Entering a place walled with shadows;
Flashes of light blind.
Afraid of not knowing where I’m headed-
Your direction eases my mind.
Trust; a gentle whisper from a white coat-
floating is not to be feared…
It can be painful having too many birthdays-
Year…after year… after year.
Just be careful of too many flashes…..
Like getting your picture taken;
A floater’s Rain is also dangerous-
For An appointment you will be making.
Exercise your right to lower
the roof of your red blood cells;
Heat yourself with movement to shrink
The potassium blanket as well.
Don’t eat your words, but taste and see
A healthy lifestyle awaits;
Don’t become a pillar of salt..
Be selective what will go on your plate.
If you follow the Narrow Path
And not get lost like Alice on the wide,
You’ll dance Forever at The Feast,
When you get to the other side.
I clipped my wings so I could fly;
Soar higher than before.
My focus has moved to my wing’s length-
I’m stuck here on the floor.
My gaze weighs so heavy
That it pulls unwanted thoughts in…
Moving me deeper in this cage;
My head’s beginning to swim!
I was meant to fly ; even past
Intimidating Mountains that block the Sun.
So watch me now as I take the plunge;
Allowing my feathers to be undone-
For it’s not by my strength the wind carries me great distances through the sky;
Jesus remind me that You’re holding me
As You teach me how to fly.