POETRY FROM THE HEART
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“So justice is far from us,
and righteousness does not reach us.
We look for light, but all is darkness;
for brightness, but we walk in deep shadows.
Like the blind we grope along the wall
feeling our way like men without eyes.
At midday we stumble as if it were twilight;
among the strong, we are like the dead.”
(Isaiah 59: 9&10)
“For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion;
In the secret place of His tabernacle
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock.”
(Psalm 26:5)
SECRET PLACE
In the stillness of early morning
Awaiting the break of dawn
A sun slowly climbing
And moon all but gone
I hear a voice whisper
Deep within my soul
Calling me to our secret place
To rest and be made whole.
There I'm welcomed as a friend
In the middle of a lonely day.
With open arms at this unborn hour
He graciously bids me stay.
In the stillness, in the promise
That comes with each new dawn
I have assurance that I will find
My reason to carry on.
In communion with my God
Drenched completely by His presence
Listening to The Song of life
His voice, His very essence.
FASTING
Possessed
By a vision
In a world that has no
Vision
In a world that hears no
Call
In a world that does not
Seek
But only hungers
And eats
And hungers more
And eats
But never seeks.
Only eats.
Not a secret, really -
The call -
Just not wanted
Interrupting
The eating
The call
Squelching, for a moment
Ravenous appetite,
For a moment
Only
Reminiscent
Of time’s beginning
Before
The apple.
TO THE GOD OF AFRICA
Be my God and don't let go
As sometimes I fear you will.
Rain, like Kenya rain -
Soft and warm and surreal -
Upon my heart that beats with hope
And waits for your Spirit to come
So when my eyes are closed I know
And feel, like breeze off Kenya's ocean,
The brush of your presence against my soul
The whisper of your voice in my mind
The pouring of Your Spirit upon me now -
Assurance that what I seek I will find.
by GINI MOREAU
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