Sunday, October 31, 2021

#21 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy

 


The Gift of His Presence

Let your presence

Tangible presence

Draw your children

To come and

Sit within your embrace.

To just be still under the comforting

weight of

Your spirit,

Your heart,

Your purpose.

Come and be among us.

Let us witness a glory

Beyond all glories.

Your Spirit

With us...with me.

I want to breathe your breath,

Be warmed by your light,

Follow your gaze,

Feel your heartbeat, and

Revel in your joy.

No talking required.

Just being.


I just have to share this song sung by Brandon Lake.

I have seen miracles. There is no turning back for me.

He really is "Too Good to Not Believe."

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKVX_XdaP04




Monday, October 18, 2021

#20 of 30 poems by Christine Tracy


 Life

So many forms

One Source

So much joy

One Creator

So much color

One Artist

So much love

One big Heart

So much hope

One generous Giver

Intimate communion

One Soul Connection

Three in One

Plus me.


Wednesday, October 13, 2021

#19 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy

 

The Soar Song

You are the wind in my hair
My breath, my air.
So sweet in song
So wonderful, strong.
I look to find
A dove, a bird
Beyond my vision
Outside my words.
Faith, how does it
Know the truth?
To touch what can't be;
To sense such love?
So I soar again
Abandoned, free;
Ever higher
Just you, with me.
Connected brother
Sweet as a friend
You in me
So large; no end.
Faith, how does it
Know the truth?
To touch what can't be
To sense such love?

Monday, October 4, 2021

#18 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy


 Love!

A quiet hush of
mountain
sage and earth;
Fragrant in subtle beauty.
Amid leaves of fluttering freshness
under blue sky.
I look;
Look for a sign.
Peering over the meadow;
I just happen to
glance down.
There it is!
His love is always with me.

#17 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy



Daydreamer


I tried. As a child

I tried so hard to pay attention;

to be perfect.

I was labeled "spacey."

My teachers scorned it.

My parents tried to "help" me.

Still, my thoughts wandered to

Somewhere quiet;

Out playing in the snow;

Or at the beach.

Shy. Stuttering. Different.

I was ashamed of being someone

I thought was not enough.

But now that I know how God created me

and what He created me for,

I wouldn’t want to be anyone else.

Daydreams aren't “spacey.”

They are higher dreams than others’ might have because

He dreams with me. He loves the way He made me.

Take me away, Lord, where YOU want.

To other lands, quiet places, and beautiful sights.

Where else would I ever want to be?