Quilt

Delicately stitching, the pattern soon unfolds,
A tapestry He weaves, life’s adventures told.
Threads coaxing into place, the disconnected hold,
Soul in comfort keeping, warmth amidst the cold.
~ D.F.

Alone

Flame snuffed, His body gone cold,
Breath and pulse, now none behold.
Tears and mourning, a distant drone,
The earth passing, God and He alone.
~ D.F.

Butterflies

Dancing wings, our worries bear,
Catching light, warm summer air.
Grace and rhythm, energy, flair,
Gentle breeze and distant cares.
~ D.F.

Escape

With spirit gently yielding, from the cross, His final sigh,
So men in lifeless dwellings, should scale their walls so high.
Trapped in silos, cold and dark, worthy souls long failed to rise,
But now the hold of sin escaping! From death, He has wrought new life.
~ D.F.

Lovers

Her laughter lightly ringing, innocence and youth,
Fresh as spring day rising, delightful drops of dew.
In the garden dreaming, as the cleansing rains renew,
His voice, the wind now carrying, her cares seem ever few.
~ D.F.

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“My lover belongs to me and I to him…”
~ Song of Songs, 2:6

Hosea

From the sun’s first rising, His devotion plain to all,
Her days of fretful wandering, ever faithful was His call.
Then love, its gentle bending, trees so mightily tall,
Their dance at last resuming, frozen since that Fall.
~ D.F.

Veil

Estranged from love, shrouded by veil,
There she was hidden, weakened, frail.
Wages of sin, yet now its chains fail,
Softest kiss draws pink from the pale.
~ D.F.

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“And behold, the veil of the sanctuary was torn in two from top to bottom.”
~ Matthew 27:51

True Dawn

His vigil, faithful keeping, in tears, the angels mourn,
Hid from all His radiance, the darkness of tomb forlorn.
Then the hour fulfilling, these two recalled that morn,
As day awoke from slumber, within, there broke true dawn.
~ D.F.

On the Hill

His words flowed, sweet breeze in the fields,
But what was Spirit, now quiet, so still.
Trampled by sin, crushed under man’s heel.
The Christ, see hanging, death on the hill.
~ D.F.

Good Friday, April 18, 2014

Tempter

The dark and silent hour, the tempter soon arrives,
Prowling ever surely, your weakness, quickly spies.
So raise the guard, be ready, torches roused to life,
Gaze and beauty catching, but his fangs, drip wild with lies.
~ D.F.

Holy Thursday, April 17, 2014