Salvation

Angel Naomi

 

Like a boulder waiting, stern, ancient, alone,

sit my past sins.

Those who think a leopard’s spots never change

are wrong.

I’ve borne the weight of pleasures & false joy,

just to see how far I could go.

Like a cloud, breathing, quick, alone,

lies my salvation.

I only have to stretch out my

one good hand to grasp eternity’s joys.

How easy, to catch the Father’s hand

as I slingshot around the moon,

knowing He has gathered my angels ’round me.

Amen, Abba, I whisper.

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My Girl

Megan Fav

She’s so broken she can barely talk.
Her heart has gone to ground, 
I want so badly to rescue her.
Tears like diamonds fall from her reddened eyes.
Brother & sister make sure she knows
how in contempt they hold her even
while they say, “I love you.”
Like a pit of vipers is their love.
The mother who left her is the only one who understands,
the only one who can honestly say,
“I know, honey.”
Those who hold her in contempt hate me too.
It’s ok, I love them despite their judgement.
But I can’t forgive them for hurting my baby girl,
since she was a baby girl.

My God

breath of God

Some giant being stood over my lifeless self.
I was not yet human, though formed.
His eyes searched for flaw, and finding none,
He breathed Himself into me and I rose, His.

This is how I picture it happening, 
like coming out of anesthesia,
but with no memory of Before.
Just Now, knowing I am created out of love
for who I was and could be, with His help.

Salvation

Moonstruck by Judy Thorley

Like a boulder waiting, stern, ancient, alone,
sit my past sins. 
Those who think a leopard’s spots never change
are wrong.
I’ve borne the grief of pleasures, the weight of false joy,
just to see how far I could go.

Like a cloud, breathing, quick, alone,
lies my salvation.
I only have to stretch out my 
one good hand to grasp eternity’s joys.
How easy, to catch the Father’s hand 
as I slingshot around the moon,
knowing He has gathered my angels ’round me.

I whisper, Amen, Abba,

Ayahuasca

AAA

Ayahuasca

Liquid moonlight watched you drink the brew
Through leaves of the Guardian trees.
You’d pinned hopes to this drink
Prayed it wouldn’t kill you,
Visions & all.

After the retching you lay upon a quilt
Keeping dew from your clothing;
A comforting something to grab hold of
At Machu Picchu, 
all the Grandmothers long since dead.

Stomach cleared, you prayed for visions
And one was granted.

Telling me the story later,
You said a Jaguar came to you
not drunk, just you.
He taught you how to fly & other useful things.
Most of which you didn’t remember. 
I didn’t believe you about the Jaguar – 
Too many people want him & not the rat 
or ant or vulture riding on updrafts.