Invincible or the exit

A week at 62 years, months, and days
A journey with many stops along the ways
What were Your plans when we started?
You knew sheep would become parted.

Now scattered distant over hills afar
Your voice unifies hopes and heals scar
In those we have been entrusted a moment
Realizing now it was You who sent.

Fear has no place on this roadway
For a guide who owns the seconds of the day.
No loss of  a single hair from the head of those
Under His staff, even when the evil ones arose.

So, we are invincible in Your care and toil.
There is evil at bay, ready to uncoil
In violence and destruction with no bound,
Like that in the Ciudad Bolivar we found.

Father, this glimpse into Your tortured heart
Awakens passion and love in every part
Of our being. Causing breath to be short
as we remember the faces evil did so distort.

If we cannot serve you here, our Senor
Then take us home to serve even more
We have no joy but the warm of Your glory
Without that light there is no story.

Seen today from the water

Three times I cried today- not tears from sorrows
For those tears have for many years been dried.
No, these tears were tears of tomorrows
When in joy, all God's children will have cried.

Of victory long ago won by God's only Son,
Who will kneel down over a horse trough in a "church"
And say to the one rising from the water
The one whose heart healing has just begun,

"Don't worry, my child. I've got this."

The failing eyes were closed and blurred by tears,
Yet, through grace and mercy gifted them
As no one can ever prove or grasp - only fear
They saw Him right here, right now, as He said He would be.

For that moment what is real was revealed.
There was no cancer - no toilsome work to do.
Only a room full of His own - praising God
Surrounded by strong "men" dressed in white

- but no one knew? Only a few.

Now what? How should I share such a gift?
Who will be blessed or who will believe?
Guess it is not mine to say, but today before I drift
I must pack it in words and let those who can ... receive.

A Vapor

Did you hear that?
It comes only so often.
To share it is an "almost never,"
But you are my known.

We have touched places deep and quiet.
You know what is real - what is posed.
Absorb this moment, Breathe with me.
And now alone and silent. Gone. Stone again.

Already a myth, not memory.
There was no us - we passed, Ended before it was.
Real hides again by the noise and mist of our heightened senses.
There is nothing but a chemical imprint
Diluted, fading, "ased" by an enzyme to accelerate the disappearance.

What will remain? It started from null, but with such a show.
What will "become" next? What will be "begotten?"
Before creation ... after eternity... is there then?
Between is all imagination can discover or dream.

This was where we touched and parted. Me first.
They will never understand it all - no one ever does.
The between is oh so sacred. That's why it is designed to be only once.
There is no message to remember.

Your Willing Servant
Britt Nelson 2016
J.J.                                      S.D.G.

Whispers

What?

  did You say . . .

something

 . . . is not right,       

exactly,

   what made me

        awaken . . .

the truth within my heart aches from     

desire to please 

You

    are my only

reason

    echoes in my

mind

if I stay a

while

You fill me with Your

Self     

-sacrifice

is

the essence of

the life

is

every moment

we live

in hope

God has created

love

moves the heart to serve

a solitary life

can make a differnce

 

Long Long ago in a very close place

 

 

I ask you, is this a place to take my grandson?

Bundle him up!!

 

Bring him back soon!

When will they ever all come back??

How can it happen? Can it really go from this

 

to this

 

 in zero point 5 heart beats