I hear you speak in the morning,
The warmth carries me ,,
My day longs for your voice.
Yet it has been quieted .
You’ve been gone for 2 years.
Only in the morning I hear it,
Just as I lay in the fog of slumber.
My heart yearns to hear your voice,
Again in the morning.
One two
One two absence of flu
Three four prisoner of war
Five six politics
Seven eight is it to late
Nine ten to be born again?
Quiet
Quiet
The nuance of peace,
Isn’t in the silence.
Happiness is futile,
Without love.
Dizziness of chatter,
Incorporates a loving
Balance of one,
Or many.
Some retreat to the wall,
Never becoming a bloom,
On its own.
The nourishing sun and water,
Completes its growth.
Its too quiet today.
Critical
It’s critical to understand,
there is evil in this world.
Not just mean speech.
Pure evil .
The same evil that
was cast out of heaven.
It dwells behind a smiling face.
Residing in the heart of
Men and women.
They nurture each other’s
depravity as a trinket
Of success.
Lying is beneficial to
those whose ears enjoy
platitudes of the callous
niceties beholden to
Their oath of office.
There is only one way
to defeat this kind of evil.
Fasting and prayer.
By Christine Swiderski
LIVING
Don’t shame me.
Life’s too short.
I shall fear no evil.
Masking comes,
Just as a jester,
Not a gesture.
What’s good for me?
I know best.
As my God knows.
Step back from the
precipice.
Your stepping on
my rights.
I choose to live!
Breathing in clarity.
Not muzzled charity.
I prefer to question,
Your reality
Take a step back,
If you fear me.
I shall live joyfully.
Treading backwards
Treading backwards,
Forgetting the past,
Regretting the reprooofs
Of History.
Failing the corrections.
Continually being the victim.
Now being the participant.
No breakthrough.
Only backwards.
The Harlots of Political ferver.
Jezabel is crying in the streets.
Encouraging the Harlots.
Her lies rebuke God’s truth.
Missing you
Today I wanted to tell you
The snow is deep we could play,
The sun is misleading
Spring is near.
It’s raining we could play.
I hope you are having a good day.
Today I wanted to reminisce
Do you remember our walk?
We went to town to explore.
I took a photo of a blouse you wore.
Can we go again to the winery.
I am missing you today.
I wish we had more time tp play.
I am missing you today.
My Vision
My eyes close to sleep.
My minds eye sets the timbre.
The voice was soft spoken.
Love resonated from a distance.
I leaned closer to hear His whisper.
Prayer was the subject of His insistence.
Not an alarming vision.
This was His call for intimacy.
A reminder not to lust for external pleasure.
But reach for eternal rest.
His song refreshed my spirit.
As sleep refreshes my body.
Prayer is the eternal refreshing.
When I move
When I move you will miss me.
My heavenly address can’t be seen
Yet I will be joined with those I love,
Especially my critters .
I will be running and laughing with them.
My long walks will be unhindered.
What I am seeing, will be breathtaking
I will laugh hard and often.
My tears will be of joy.
Until we meet again,
Keep Yeshua in your hearts.
Encourage your neighbors.
Find joy in the small things.
Make sure that you laugh daily.
Don’t just smile or snicker.
Laugh out loud with Joy.
Share the laugh.
Cross over
Cross over to the other side,
Creating the new normal.
Abolishing what is right.
Besiege the Spirit of truth.
Masking each virtue.
Signaling weak knees,
To walk in sin.
Demoralizing love and sexuality.
The spirit of Jezebel’s control,
The worship of witchcraft.
Eradicating God’s name.
Muffling worshippers.
Abolishing masculinity
The Spirit of truth arise.
Vanquishing each lie.
Stepping on the snakes hiss.
Shine forth as a beacon
Of liberty and truth.
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