Love, be sweeter

Love, be sweeter than any music

that has ever made, ever created.

Music, be kinder than any feeling

that the minor key has fated.

Feeling, be gentler than any hand

that has ever held my fragile face.

Hand, be more creative than any soul

that has ever been embraced.

 

Soul, be freer than any prison

that's created by the mind.

Prison, be broken of the thoughts

that have been left behind.

Thoughts, be braver than any voice

could so appear to say.

Voice, be louder than any prayer

that is said this very day.

 

Prayer, be stronger than any poem

that the poet's and writers write.

Poem, be prettier than any star

that shines all through the night.

Star, be brighter than any light

so that we can find our home.

Light, be fuller inside our souls

so we know we're never alone.

-LJ 

30 November 2016

Frigid Air

This morning, my feet are cold,
and my arms and legs asleep;
they feel so numb and lifeless,
but still some life they keep.

My hands and fingertips, like icicles,
pretend to know the words,
that I want to say so loud
but never will be heard.

The frigid air was brutal
as the sun shone on that day; and
gave clouds and socks and hat and gloves,
some warmth, in some odd way.

-LJ

23 November 2016

The Night's Embracing

The night welcomes all

with arms extended,

as if parent embracing child,

child embracing spirit,

spirit embracing Abba,

Abba embracing His world,

His world embracing us;

as the night stands, arms extended,

to embrace our sleepy heads

and keep us safe and warm

as the humming of twinkling

and twinkling of glistening

and glistening of moonlight

and moonlight of starlight

lulled us, sailed us,

unto peaceful slumber.

The night continued holding,

with arms around us,

performing symphonies of clear skies,

clear skies to the Father,

and Father proclaimed,

proclaimed His will be done,

be done in midst of night's embrace;

night's embrace of protection,

protection from the wicked,

and the wicked be banished,

and the banished be wicked,

while Father- Abba -holding

in His arms, the sweet sleeping,

and the sweet sleeping protected

in night's embracing.

-LJ

23 November 2016

the lamb & the shepherd

one morning, while awaking,
a little lamb saw a shepherd,
and heard His gentle call.

still in dream, but slowly blinking,
the little lamb felt loved;
loved and somewhat complete.

the shepherd found the lamb,
and took His little one back home,
singing softly of Heaven.

the little lamb asked:
"How do I love You,
He, who is all true?"

the shepherd replied:
"As you would
the world around you."

the little lamb asked:
"Have I found You,
my savior?"

He held the little lamb
close to Him, and responded:
"You have. Be at peace."

~LJ
7 November 2016

a piece of my heart

I took a little piece of my heart,

and gave it to you.

Did you hear the deafening cries it made

when your too-tight grasp

shattered it?

Tomorrow, the pieces

 shall mend,

and my heart shall be whole again.

But, I become weary to 

love another.

I took a little peace of my heart,

and gave it to something greater.

Did you hear the relief

when my faltered soul

filled with song?

-LJ

7 November 2016