Little Girl:
The shoes were of thin leather with a lace
and smooth, slippery soles,
which made us children walk without grace,
already uncomfortable, in our childish souls
The mother nun, her face composed a slight
pressed of a grin at her mouth side,
and with that saintly look, large, white and tall,
she marched the ominous hall
In this chrysalis of silence i turned,
to genuine colours i so yearned,
when with big, curious eyes drew lines,
facing space, into the order the wonder shines
And while that strange sense of vision in history,
released myself to the mystery,
this quiet, withdrawn girl of small talk,
moved in honour of the Man on a wood in the hall
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Art
Dreams unfold right before your eyes,
conjured by a pencil and a sheet,
it lifts you up a thousand feet,
out of your grey and misty lives
You see it from a different kind of plane,
you sit back and watch again, then you jump
in, and stretch the brushstroke just that much,
as is needed, to get to the higher flame
To read the energy, you back up again
a bit, then you rush to hold up the form,
make a turn around by another hue,
to see yourselves unfold, into the blue
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He Will Renew
Summits always offer a better view,
but down in the valleys
is where you find
peace of mind
I AM bringing you higher,
as you bow lower
and surrender
Have some fruit
Do not let complacency
take root
I want to take you on a ride
we must leave, from here
the eagle will guide,
soaring at an incredible height,
heading for the City of everlasting light
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Memories
Sometimes memories linger
they hover in the furthest corners
and when you least expect it
they let you out everything that brought
you where you were in life
But occasionally they come up
and take me on a rocky hill
where i’ll have to wait and watch
the eagle fly again
In these moments i know
they’ll come and go
but once in a while
sometimes, not that much
it happens my arms turn upwards
and i spread my fingers
while a light breeze brings me
higher and higher and i look
and see the red earth
beneath, far below me
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Little Lakes
The bright sun changed into a shape like a canoe,
its eyes little lakes that stand watching you
Dewdrapes draw cheery beauty for me,
i drink and drink, and thirst the more i see
The banks are stormed by amber buttercups,
as a little heaven with one star and yellow as gold
There are those among them, just a few, so i’m told
with a centre of scarlet that bled drops
It may be this flower is known only in the dreams
of the braves, but shows above all, deeds of Another,
thoughts like those expressed by Poet’s colour
Whoever plucks this flower must hold it true
For if it should be crushed, the scarlet stain,
so they claim, could never be washed away
Then, as the red sting touches the heart, i suppose
it could paint the smoke of rivers with rainbows
The bright sun changed into a shape of a canoe
Who is this that stands watching you ?
with eyes that show the tears men cannot shed,
those little lakes in summer, that this spring may bring
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My Garden of Trust
Placed in a rusty brown earthenware jar,
i could see many, tiny white baby-birthday card
Nestling close together, like a newborn star,
they need be taken to the Fathers’ heart
As the dew, like a mist, soaks the fertile ground,
in your spirit new life should be found
A dove entered deep into my inner being,
in an empty little nest, Holy Spirit is breeding
Until all My promises find a home at last,
do you believe I can remove painful past ?
Through the eye of an eagle – My eye,
you will see deep spiritual things above a higher sky
The moment everything will be in place and come true,
by this time, you know that I can only do
what the Father allows Me to,
according to His instructions, and so can you
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Colours From Your Face
Your right hand pushed me gently but firmly,
from the house of my nativity,
and placed stained glass windows in the empty space
Perhaps when You look into their hearts,
they will see the reflection of the colours
from Your face
Beneath my bare feet i feel moist green grass,
as i read words on a once missing silver necklace
Motionless memories jump on the time frame,
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven child game
Hide-and-seek just has to wait until it is found,
but what is this soft silence You speak about ?
Do you know that I make Myself small to see,
to let you recognize Me ?
There are many threads in the fabric of light,
in the Throne Room there is no behind
You will find that a certain unwavering right,
that should have always been there, has already arrived
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Window Of The Heart
There where You set me on that sunlight beach,
this warmth that caressed rosy cheeks,
in wonder and awe on that summers’ noon,
yes, let me remember this salty perfume
There, the same south wind that blew the air above me
Where You defined the ocean’s sandy shore site,
i want to be stored in words on the inside,
of an envelope that stood and stood and at night,
watch over waves that waters can cross,
this radiant diamond-shaped kite
There heartful thoughts still blow, now days and nights,
that same south wind that swept open the skies
Clear, broader, this becomes, in the vast boundary
carried away, where waits an expectancy
that lets me arrive, just under the stars above me
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Grace Is Perfected In Righteousness
No one will be able to perform,
the wise question that was born,
will you surrender totally ?
Nations, will you give yourselves to Me ?
Will you do justice for liberty ?
Will you care for the orphan, the widow and the needy ?
Will you take righteousness by the hand
and lead her out as dew to stand ?
No one sees the hand that lifts the burden
or beholds the light descend from the courts above
The blessing comes when by faith they surrender
themselves to God !
Under His control to be guided and to be led,
they will catch the steady trend of the event
Ordained by Him to take place,
the armour of Heaven, His omnipotence for the human Race !
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Beyond Yesterday
One minute before You will stretch Your hand,
one minute before Your Grace will touch the land
Soon everything will be on fire in a fight,
-by My Spirit, not by power, not by might !-
The U.K. is saying: I took my staff, beauty
and I cut it in two
The poor of the flock, they knew,
let what is dying die, I will not feed you
But Christ, your Lord, He is doing something new,
rejoice your heart shifts, He is moving with the few
In the near future, march forward with Him,
embrace His plans so you will not miss anything !
Remember, when they laid the Foundation
of the New temple, the generation
who did not see the old,
they were looking forward, as was foretold !
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Eagles In Battle
If I’m with you, you have no reason to be afraid,
no reason to be dismayed
But you have an infinite source of hope
that will never fade
When the Heads of Governments come together, take heed,
a clash of Nations will start a spiritual fight
Right now, the eagles come up to begin their flight,
from their nests they will all take the lead
You who have changed your feathers, get ready !
in the highest order you will take out the enemy
Soar high above every challenge, see so much more,
you will find strength unlimited, like never before !
Even in the midst of hardship and tragedy,
hope comes forth, just focus on Me,
and you will have more than enough for this season
you are in and this journey you are on !
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Sober Minded
When your heart is heavier than the white feather,
when the worries of your brain, restrain
the simple trust of truth, then do not let it so remain
for any length of time or even forever
A brown cord coiled up closely,
was placed next to the prophetic sight
Break up the fallow ground, meditate, ponder deeply
and till the word being your centred thought,
take this treasure from your chest
and stretch it to the furthest
It then unfolded in my breast, and threw
o’er my notes that piled up dust
all things round a full, reborn light
And like a rich jewel gleaming in a troubled mind,
faith and the beauty and simplicity,
began again to dawn on me
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Pardon
Pardon big, and pardon bright,
only in the light, will you behold the darkness
No other song will be your delight
What do you see, He asked me,
look, are there any flames in the night ?
For He has light up the darkness
by His servants of Light,
pardoning all the others
You shall see them and be in wonder
Where do they come from ?
They will stand tall and ponder,
our Lord has done this, they will say
and will give Him honour, and glorious pray
For He has light up the darkness
by His servants of Light,
pardoning all the others
Make it your daily bread,
to speak out those words of Wonders,
that I, I will say to you in days ahead
You will give this song
of Grace and Praise, as you will press on !
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Evergreens
How powerful are the days of night-time
when surrounded by strong trees, carefree
and heavy are they with fruit abundantly
Well-found they come up with tears of a lifetime
Smelling sweetly due to spices of raisin,
grace and beauty call them a blessin’
Recognized as robust giants they are,
expressing their gratitude in brilliant color
See them standing there, tall and tender,
bending over of heaviness of rain and dew
Afflicted, yet favoured and merciful,
touched for innocence by the Master
He has given them permission, an invitation,
let your fruit be taken for food for the Nation
Your leaves, large, generous and green,
grow for greatness, healing all around is seen !
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