here in this sand
quick sand
it feels
days run
together
when duties
long stilled
echo the halls
changing plans
i follow the
sun
mete out my
moments
seeking a
firmness
wanting a
strength i
lose my clenching
find what was
missing
seek what is
losing
life laid down
LORD of the
moment he
holds me beneath
where ground
shifts
i watch him plant
seeds in
my feet standing
ground
sand shifting
and life is
here blooming
watered from well
springing up
HOLY GROUND
“'Do not come any closer,' God said. 'Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy ground.'”
is "God in the ground beneath me,"
with a secondary prompt to experiment with the
no caps no punctuation style of poetry that ee cummings made famous
and my heart started pounding
when i heard a whisper
calling my ground
holy
What if the very place where the trial looks hardest,
where the ground seems most burnt
is actually the place most holy
in the eyes of the ONE who is changing
my heart?
You might recognize that first photo above
as the one I posted here earlier this spring
after the DNR had come through our favorite
prairie park with a prescribed burn.
The second photo shows the prairie transformed,
when we visited just a few weeks ago. It's hard to
imagine the way that fire birthed life into
the worn-out prairie lands.
These burnt-out shifting sand places of our lives
become HIS fertile land
when we let Him have the final say.
But in those days when I stop short, try to shorten the
process, or worse yet,
go off in my corner to pout,
I only hinder His planting,
quench off His Spirit,
and stunt my own growth.
For those of us who seek our corners,
can I offer a prayer?
"Dear Lord of the Harvest,
what an Amazing LORD you are!
Will you open our eyes
to see YOU in the
shifting sands of our days?
Will you help us to loosen our hold
and come out of the corners,
to find YOU at work
in the fertile soil,
the sandy loam
of hearts set free,
to be transformed into
YOUR HOLY GROUND."
with a secondary prompt to experiment with the
no caps no punctuation style of poetry that ee cummings made famous
and my heart started pounding
when i heard a whisper
calling my ground
holy
What if the very place where the trial looks hardest,
where the ground seems most burnt
is actually the place most holy
in the eyes of the ONE who is changing
my heart?
You might recognize that first photo above
as the one I posted here earlier this spring
after the DNR had come through our favorite
prairie park with a prescribed burn.
The second photo shows the prairie transformed,
when we visited just a few weeks ago. It's hard to
imagine the way that fire birthed life into
the worn-out prairie lands.
These burnt-out shifting sand places of our lives
become HIS fertile land
when we let Him have the final say.
But in those days when I stop short, try to shorten the
process, or worse yet,
go off in my corner to pout,
I only hinder His planting,
quench off His Spirit,
and stunt my own growth.
For those of us who seek our corners,
can I offer a prayer?
"Dear Lord of the Harvest,
what an Amazing LORD you are!
Will you open our eyes
to see YOU in the
shifting sands of our days?
Will you help us to loosen our hold
and come out of the corners,
to find YOU at work
in the fertile soil,
the sandy loam
of hearts set free,
to be transformed into
YOUR HOLY GROUND."
I am linking with these great bloggers this week:
Barbie Swihart, #Glimpsesofhisbeauty
Meg Weyerbacher, #Teaandwordtuesday
Debbie Kitterman, #TuneInThursday
Meg Weyerbacher, #Teaandwordtuesday
Debbie Kitterman, #TuneInThursday