Five Minute Friday: Who

Nature Song

Gentle Reader,

These are the last bright, colorful days of Autumn. Squirrels race to pack their secret warehouses. The dog’s coats grow thicker. Soon, clouds roll in. Rains drip and drop. Then, snow. But right now – a dazzling display. A brilliant declaration of the existence and abiding presence of the Creator.

Kate says: who.

Go.

On Autumn nights
Clear and sweet
The crystals dance
Across the sky
Waltzing to an
Ancient melody – steady
The one that
God dreamed up
Nature tunes its
Instruments to the
Hidden music – delicate
Frogs croaking in
Shadow next to
Crickets, grass, water
High above all
Cries the owl
“Hoo?” or maybe
“Who?” a question
The answer I
Do not have
But God knows
God, He sees
God, He hears
Caresses little owl’s
Head and says,
“For this, now,
Is why I
Made you, bird.
Steady, keep watch.”
I snuggle down
Beneath the sheets
Content to dream
While owl stays
Guard to keep

Stop.

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Five Minute Friday: Rain

Rain

Gentle Reader,

First FMF in a month. First of the Autumn season. (Autumn beings September first. Don’t @ me).

Kate says: rain.

Go.

Lord God, You see my heart
And every other hidden part
All the things I want to keep
From unkind prying eye’s sweep
You count the tears upon the sham
See the way my mind does scan
For safety, danger, or middle world
While my hands in fists are curled
Jesus, rain upon Your weary sheep
Torrents of grace, so streams grow deep
That I may walk with head held high
Even if I don’t know the why

Stop.

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Five Minute Friday: Settle

Contemplate

Gentle Reader,

Our Fearless Leader was busy celebrating her book launch, so for the first time in the history of everything, there was no prompt shared around 6:45 (Pacific Daylight Time) last night. I guess we’ll forgive her. This time.

No, seriously: We are all so happy for you, Kate! Your book is awesome. You deserve all the accolades and sales. Truly.

So, this morning, she says: settle.

Go.

We don’t have to settle, you know
For castles made of sand
And kingdoms prone to burn
For frauds who prance as princes
And trends so fast to turn

We don’t have to settle, you know
For offices tucked in corners
And accounts that bulge with cash
For grandiose titles after names
And powers gone in flash

We don’t have to settle, you know
For the building of the platform
And the chasing of the “like”
For the hollowing out of voice
And the statistics, hope they spike

We don’t have to settle, you know
For the things this place can give
And what we’re supposed to want
For all that will fade one day
And the stuff that others flaunt

We don’t have to settle, you know
Because there is more than meets our eyes
Because there is deeper than this
Because there is One who loves us so
Because righteousness and peace, they kiss

Stop.

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Five Minute Friday: Simplify

Results

Gentle Reader,

Heavy, wet snow falling from the gray sky all day. Grateful for my cozy home.

Kate says: simplify.

Go.

Simplify my view of self
Simplify my view of others
Simplify, cleanse my heart
Simplify, clean my mind
Simplify, open my ears

God, break me from the dumb
Keep me from raising thumb
To nose to dismiss the wise
Those who possess the clearer eyes
To see the things that I cannot
The treasured sins that stink with rot
Open my ears to hear their caution
Pull the plug on pride I’m awash in
Dear Jesus, cut me off at the knees
If such pain is what it takes to please
You – Your fame, Your Name, Your flame
Eject me from unholy game
Humble me, give me pie to eat
Then hold me down upon this seat
Close to You, hearing You, feeling You
Heart change, no analytical review
Take from me this soul of stone
Kick me off of golden throne
Lord, You know that I’m so weak
Prone to tears, fits of pique
Throwing things and blinding rage
Lacking firm ability to gauge
When it’s true and when it’s deception
Too wrapped up in preconception
God, use the the stuff that does annoy
The foolishness in me, to destroy

Stop.

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