Poetry – My Beloved is Mine

The fool calls a fool a fool

mybelovedismine — Sat, 11 Jan 2020 16:58:00 +0000

The fool calls the fool a fool
Evil destroys evil
Liars calls others liars
Both do what is right in their own eyes
Both hate Love, who demands love
Both hate Truth, who demands truth
Both think it unfair
When Love and Truth calls them away from destroying
Embracing those who come
but destroying those who insist on destroying

Beauty in my arms

mybelovedismine — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 20:22:00 +0000

I watch as the leaves flew up;
I smiled and chased the flurry,
Following the path of disheveled leaves.
In a moment, all fell still . . . silence. . .
There she was waiting,
I held her in my arms, and we danced . . .

And now I look into her eyes,
She just smiled at me.
How could I have imagined how much our love would grow,
And how much more beautiful she would become?
She is in the distance helping a child,
But we are saying so much to each other without words.
We dance together, as we serve the Lord,
And now when I hold her in my arms . . . it is more.

Naked

mybelovedismine — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 20:07:00 +0000

Adaptation of an earlier poem

There she stood clothed, yet naked
Before Him who looked into her
heart.
Fire and judgment stirred relentlessly
And searched . . .

She looked into His eyes and saw
severity
He did not penetrate her heart purposelessly
But was determined

She could no longer stand and fell . . .

His arms wrapped around her and
He held her close
“My child, my child, come close”

She looked into His eyes once again
And was consumed by His love.
And, and . . .
Amazed by the beauty He saw.
And yet His gaze had not changed.

Also see: Known

Mud in her toes

mybelovedismine — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 19:33:00 +0000

She ran through the leaves
Feeling the mud in her bare little toes,
A little hanging on the eaves of her dress.
She laughed as the rain soaked her curls.
She hopped and skipped, and did a little dance.

Her dad who once saw only rain,
Gray and gloom,
Lost sight of anything else,
But the sweet smile of his princess.
He was no longer soaked,
No longer drenched.
“My little beautiful princess,
May I have this dance.”
A giggle and a courtesy, “yes”

Holding her close
He asked,
“Aren’t you afraid of the rain.”
“No, papa, God made the rain”
She giggled,
“And you’re with me, so I know I’ll be safe.”

The little tree

mybelovedismine — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 04:21:00 +0000

In a sun scorched land far away,
There were trees, little trees
Withered, sprangly, and dearth.
There were no big trees in this earth.
You see, the rain did not come nor did the rivers run free.
Only Desert was as far as one could see.
Some plants strived with all their strength and might to grow,
Others gave up and their limbs had a bow.
You could hear others complain, wine, or beg.
“Woe is me as anyone could see.”
But whether they strived, quit, or wined
None grew any more than the other, they were all in a bind.
They were all withered, sprangly, and dearth

One day a farmer came
He took one of the trees
So withered, sprangly, and dearth.
Which one I don’t know
For they all looked the same.
And so He took the plant gently away
Delivering it from its woe
And brought it to a meadow
And placed it near a stream
It was a place of beauty,
Where the sun would beam,
And sweetly down, the rain would come.
In this place, this little tree,
Though withered, sprangly, and dearth,
Grew roots that went deep and deep into the earth.
It grew and grew,
And was not little any more.
And season after season much fruit did it bore.

This little tree became strong,
And though it was once withered
Its leaf withered no more.

In her Father’s arms

mybelovedismine — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 21:40:00 +0000

The waves crashed
The thunder roared
Unabashed the lightning seared the sky
The billows soaring
Wind writhing

This was a wonderful time
For the little girl in her Father’s arms
As He held her close
His voice gently speaking to her

That day they had seen the sun rise and set,
Built castles and sought the treasures of the deep
They danced and walked, laughing
As they explored the tide

As He held her in the storm
His eyes sparkled as He talked
And told her of the beauty around her
Her knowing all the while His delight was in her.

In the Darkness

mybelovedismine — Mon, 01 Dec 2003 17:01:00 +0000

I heard the thunder of the gates as they closed and

The heaviness of the chains as they were wrapped around and locked.

All light fled, and no whispers of comfort came.

Mire and heaviness engulfed me, as I waited helpless.

I cried out for help, silence

And so I stayed on my knees waiting.

My captors would cry out, “Where is your Hope? He will not deliver you.”

I said, I will not lose my trust, in the Living One,

He will deliver me in His love, for His name’s sake.

I will put my trust in Him, though the darkness hides me,

Though I cannot see His face.

He will not hide from me forever.

He is my strength.

Oh! Is He not mighty and His love grand.

He will come and make war on my enemies.

He will deliver me and turn my sorrow into joy.

He will give me a new song, and will teach me to dance.

He will teach me to war, and my enemies will flee.

He will give me hands and words to heal the wounded and afflicted,

And hearts will see and turn to Him.

He will bless my fields and they will produce abundant wheat and fruit.

He will be near.

Oh! My enemies, though my Help looks far off,

He is near, He is with me.

And even in my greatest sorrow, He is my comfort.

And I will praise Him with all my heart.

Oh! How great is His joy at all times.

I will not be ashamed, no, for I trust in Him.

I hear His thunder now.

The Way of the Wind

mybelovedismine — Sun, 02 Nov 2003 17:15:00 +0000

When I was a child, my father
     Took me to the beach at sunrise;
We sat in silence and listened to the wind.
It was grand it was beautiful.

Soon my father took me to the shoreline
     I loved the waves lapping at my feet,
     And the sand coming in between my toes
The waves were exciting and thrilling.

My Father grabbed my hand and held me close,
He gave me a hug,
    Then rushed me into the ocean.
     We played
     We splashed
     We swam
    We had fun and adventure.
And when I looked at my fathers face,
     He was more excited than I

We came out on to the beach
We filled our curiosity with looking for seashore shells
     And our imagination with sea faring stories
     And sand castles
Oh! And we raced bare foot in the sand
     And wrestled till we had sand in our hair.
I did not want to leave.

Before I knew it,
My father took me out to sea, in the midst of a hurricane
It was terrible. Fear struck through me
     And I trembled in terror
I was afraid. The storm had such strength and power.
It was mighty.
I cried out, “Father why”
He did not speak

He swept me off my feet and took me to the depths,
This took some time, there was more there
     Then I could possibly have imagined.
We explored the coral reefs,
     We followed the path of the whales,
     We played with dolphins
     We explored mountains
     Saw wonders
     He allowed me to explore and fill my curiosity
And taught me many things

He took me out in a boat, it was silent
I looked around at the vastness of the oceans,
Tears came to my eyes, for it was so very wonderful.
My father sat beside me there and taught me
     The way of the wind,
     And said, “Son, count the stars,”
     Then he smiled, “I know them all by name”
We talked and talked till I knew his heart.

“Son”
“Yes, father"
“Know the vastness and depth of my love”

Known

mybelovedismine — Wed, 01 Jan 2003 19:44:00 +0000

There she stood clothed, yet naked
Before Him who looked into her
heart.
Fire and judgment stirred relentlessly
     And searched . . .

She looked into His eyes and saw
     severity
He did not penetrate her heart purposelessly
     But was determined

She could no longer stand and fell . . .

His arms wrapped around her and
     He held her close
“My child, my child, come close”

She looked into His eyes once again
      And was consumed by His love.
And yet His gaze had not changed.

Also see: Naked