Poetry
God's Playground
How the Bluebirds Play
Moment of Grace
In Full Armor
Eyeball in Your Pocket (Acrostic)
Why Do You Do the Things You Do?
Be Endued with Power
Just Notes
Not That Strong
Go Ahead -- Stab Me
God's Playground
Revelation 19:11(a) I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True.
A bright silver
sphere
floats in a blanket
of coal, still and quiet,
resting on a midnight-black
playground
of dancing stars --
That’s what my eyes see.
But my eyes lie.
It isn't still at all.
You spin it
like a child’s top
with the tip of Your forefinger.
I can’t see it.
I simply know it.
The design was perfect.
One millisecond
off kilter
and the whole universe
would know about it.
Those gray “imperfections” --
please tell me,
are they really
imperfections
created by angry
meteors?
Mishaps?
Somehow, I don’t think so.
The same tip
of the same forefinger
throws those meteors
across the sky
and some of them
rock the surface
of whatever
YOU
put in their paths.
I am the totality
of who the Potter designed
me to be,
gray “imperfections”
and all.
I know You’re there,
active in the stillness,
beyond the quiet,
behind the scenes.
It’s not at all about knowing
You’re there.
I crossed that stone
miles back.
No,
it’s about knowing
that just because I don’t see it
doesn’t mean
You aren’t moving
on my behalf.
It’s about knowing
that if I could actually see it,
it would possibly
throw things
so off kilter
that it would ruin
that perfect path
You designed for me.
I’m anxious, Lord.
I’m anxious to see
the moon
after it’s moved
across the sky,
while I wasn’t looking,
even if it’s still just resting,
but over there --
on the other side
of that playground.
It’s not about my faith in You.
That’s intact.
Increase the faith
that tells me You aren’t still,
that the moon isn’t still,
that the course You keep me on
is going to be
occasionally interrupted
by fulfilled dreams,
blessings I can’t contain.
My path is not like the moon’s...
the scenery in my path changes.
Oh, my! Oh, my!
What are those bright,
royal purple
and blue lines
encircling the moon?
What is this peace
encircling and embracing
my heart?
THAT
is who You are to me...
always, always,
always
Faithful and True.
BE STILL,
my anxious heart!
And KNOW
that He
is God.
© Joyce Pool
How the Bluebirds Play
I watched two bluebirds playing
as the rain fell lightly down,
and, in that rain, a promise,
through faith, is what I found.
Come spring, they’ll play a new game;
she’ll flutter her wings and fly.
He’ll follow her to a secret place
without ever knowing why.
It is the Master who will lead him there,
to that quiet place that’s only hers.
When this season changes, Dear,
I’ll be prepared for what occurs.
The roads that He leads us down
are a mystery, quite profound.
But I trust the Master to know the way,
so I play in the rain, if just for now.
When the sun shines its warmth on us,
I'll flutter my wings and smile your way.
And when our Master leads you to me,
I’ll remember how the bluebirds play.
© Joyce Pool
Moment of Grace
Genesis 1:26-28 Then God said, "Let US make man IN OUR IMAGE, IN OUR LIKENESS, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock, over all the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground." So GOD CREATED MAN IN HIS OWN IMAGE, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.
Ezekiel 1:27-28 I saw that from what appeared to be his waist up he looked like glowing metal, as if full of fire, and that from there down he looked like fire; and brilliant light surrounded him. LIKE THE APPEARANCE OF A RAINBOW in the clouds on a rainy day, so was THE RADIANCE AROUND HIM. This was the appearance of the likeness of THE GLORY OF THE LORD. When I saw it, I fell facedown, and I HEARD THE VOICE OF ONE SPEAKING.
Revelation 4:2-4 At once I was in the Spirit, and there before me was a throne in heaven with someone sitting on it. And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian. A RAINBOW, RESEMBLING AN EMERALD, encircled the throne.
You said "Look into the mirror
and tell Me what you see."
So I looked into the mirror
and saw You looking back at me.
There was a wonderous rainbow,
glory about my face,
an image of my Messiah
revealed in a moment of grace.
© Joyce Pool
In Full Armor
Isaiah 52:12 But you will not leave in haste or go in flight; for the LORD will go before you, the God of Israel will be your rear guard.
Back and forth,
side to side,
the beast stalks
his intended prey,
waiting and watching
for just the right moment
to strike
a fatal blow.
Sharp claws
dig deep into the earth,
threatening,
taunting,
and then he strikes,
first at the head
because it's
most vulnerable.
But the helmet
of salvation
is sure.
The beast roars
and exposes teeth
as sharp as razors,
still bloody
from his latest kill,
another taunting
threat.
And he strikes again,
a quick blow
to the chest.
But the shield
of faith
is unmovable.
The expected prey
seemed such easy target,
crumbled in a heap
there, on the ground.
Little did the beast know,
his target
was kneeling.
A sharp,
two-edged sword,
ready and waiting
for command,
was held tightly
in the Child of God's hands.
Suddenly,
the beast's target
raised to his feet
and held out
the Water --
the Word!
The beast
slowly and carefully
cowered backward.
He meowed.
He whined pitifully.
He pleaded
for pity.
But the child of God
saw through his trickery
and, with the breathing
of one Word,
a single drop of Water,
the beast miraculously
turned into a tiny,
but rather wild kitten,
hissing and spitting,
doing his best to appear
bigger than he was,
his hair
electrified
down the length
of his spine.
And, again,
the child of God
held up the Word.
The wild kitten
scampered away
and hid himself
in a deep pit.
Back on his knees again,
the child of God asked,
"Father,
why did the beast
walk back and forth
and not circle around
to my back?
I know that I have
the full armor,
but nowhere
have You mentioned
protection for my back.
What if the enemy
should sneak up
behind me?"
The Lord answered,
"My son,
the beast is fully aware
that I've got your back."
© Joyce Pool
Eyeball in Your Pocket (Acrostic)
D adgum ol' devil nearly had his way.
E ven tore us apart like rag dolls that didn't mean a thing to each other.
T oo bad we were both real beneath the steel walls
A nd grew up strong enough to say "I love you".
C ouldn't tell you I cried in your defense too.
H ad to hide those tears -- Made it easy to laugh at each other's expense.
E yeball in your pocket...
D id you ever wonder how close we'd have been if we hadn't detached?
T hat's a mute point; Done is done.
O h, but we have today.
G onna get us some eagle wings some day,
A nd we're gonna soar over the chains of detachment and laugh.
I n fact, we're gonna sing, "You can't hold back my heart,
N or keep me from being free to care."
F orever, I'm gonna be your baby sister.
R usty memories can't erase that.
E yeball in your pocket...
E ven detachment served to draw us together so we could heal.
D on't you go thinking I'll ever give up on you!
O nly God knows how much I needed you.
M ark this day a new day. Okay?
© Joyce Pool
Why Do You Do the Things You Do?
Why do you do the things you do?
No;
Not the bad things.
I know why you do them;
Sin is human nature
and we all struggle with our flesh.
I’m talking about the good things.
Why do you do the things you do?
Do you do them
hoping that the Father
will be pleased with you,
or that He’ll simply be pleased?
Why do you do the things you do?
Has it ever occurred to you
that sacrifices you make,
hoping to pay, somehow,
for grace,
cause grace to be limited
rather than limitless?
Why do you do the things you do?
He loves you.
He can’t love you more
or less
than He already does
because, you see,
He’s not a respecter of persons
or of sacrifices.
Why do you do the things you do?
Am I saying
that you should stop doing them?
God forbid!
No;
I just want you to ask yourself:
“Why do you do the things you do?”
© Joyce Pool
Be Endued with Power
Sh... Hush, hush.
Sh... Hush, hush.
Hear the whisper
while it’s passing through.
Sh... Hush, hush.
Be still. Kneel.
Let His anointing
fall on you.
Sh... Hush, hush.
Selah. Be still.
He’s in your midst;
He’s here.
Sh... Hush, hush.
Embrace the King
while the King
is still near.
Sh...
Let Love conquer your fear.
Sh... Hush, hush.
Be still;
He's touching you.
Selah. Be still.
© Joyce Pool
Just Notes
I want to write a love song
that's never been written --
a song about a love that stretches
beyond the hands of time and space.
But how do I find the words
that are Yours alone?
What love is there that can carry itself
on the winds of peace
and touch
a wounded soul like mine
the way Yours can
and does, healing everything
in the un-searchable width of its path?
Hear my cry -- write the words for me
and I'll send them off in the wind,
in notes, like a long ago
symphony, an ancient symphony
with no words...
just notes -- just love,
felt,
known,
pure.
© Joyce Pool
Not That Strong
Look down on me, my God.
Look down on me.
See all the time I've lost
searching for things I can't see.
I can't see a thing, God,
through all these tears.
Dry up the rivers, God.
Quiet the scream of my fears.
Take me some place in You --
some place to hide.
I can't make it myself.
I know; I've already tried.
I'm tired of falling,
hoping in dreams
that I can't reach alone
and, my God, somehow it seems
hearts just were not meant
to break this much.
I can't stand up this time,
not without a blessed touch.
Pick up all these shreds.
Hold them within.
Be my breath; I can't breathe.
Be closer to me than friends.
Be here with me, God.
Guide me along.
The road's hard to travel
and, Lord, I'm just not that strong.
I love You so much.
You've brought me far.
But I need You right now.
I want to be where You are.
© Joyce Pool
Go Ahead -- Stab Me
Thank you, Brother David Johns, for your wise teachings. Be encouraged in your ministry.
Hey there, little Christian soldier;
Don't you put that Sword away.
Just because your friends are Christians too
Doesn't mean they never go astray.
It was told me by a wise man,
(And I was put to the test)
"Enemies will stab you in the back,
But a friend will stab you in the chest.
A real friend will always stab you
In the front and not hide it;
Even good Christians need stabbed sometimes,
With God's Word when rightly divided."
If you should ever see me stray,
Or, if I'm becoming slack,
Stab and pierce my heart with the Sword
So that I am not stabbed in the back.
© Joyce Pool
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