Through
Sickness,
Strife,
and Sorrow-
Work,
Grief,
and Loss-
The gruesome tribulations,
He meets us at the Cross.
Through
Wisdom,
Worship,
and Offering-
Obedience,
Belief,
and Rest-
He instills our Salvation,
YHWH sacrificed His Best.
(Dedicated to the women in the Book of Luke and for the women written in GOD's Book of Eternal Life💜✝️)
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Great Expanse
I wrote a song for you.
A prophet's word,
You sent.
Turning all things-
Upside, down.
Downside, up.
Inside, out.
Outside,within.
Words claiming my love,
Wiped away in error.
How easily I lose my words.
Three hundred and sixty degrees, A perfect circle can be none other.
Meek attempts I envision,
The depths of Your Love.
Yet what of Your boundaries?
None can there be.
Breaker of chains,
When I think I understand,
Love is all You give.
Silence. Quiet. Reflection.
Sight, hearing,and knowing--
Only in Faithfulness do they come.
Faithfulness,
Your Word, eternal.
Expansion, Expansion!
Come near, my great Expanse!
Expansion, Expansion!
Of praise, fill my song!
Grant lyrics worthy to speak--
Your Great Expanse!
2/14
Candy heart,
Smile so sweet.
Never meant,
For me to keep.
Candy heart,
Mostly sour.
Ancient curse,
Brought by the hour.
Candy heart,
Feigns to break.
Wounded pride,
Twisted fate.
Candy heart,
Oh so narrow.
Misaimed point,
Of Cupid’s arrow.
Bald Eagle
Though the journey maybe arduous,
The winter, barren–
Bleak.
Your wings still sing of regal,
as you perch among the peaks.
Mid January
The barren branches offer reminders of renewal.
The shadowy grey of the fog, no longer ominous.
The crescent moon against the painted backdrop of a rising sun.
The most perfect January day.
Fall Around Town
Balanced Scales
07/24/2020
That feeling of being held under water
That I threw you down into, that dark angry well. And you climbed the bricks and slipped and fell and bloodied your lips and blackened your eyes. And when you finally got out you lit the cloth with kerosene—sticks of dynamite, but the matches were ruined and you were forced to walk away. Maybe changed forever? Maybe worse? Maybe better?
Coming down the tunnel a few years back, and there I was walking down the center unexpectedly. Now’s your chance, grab me by the hair, all the pain, all the scars, disguised in that love that still demands fire…finally, light me there, burn me down, your last words—life comes around, it isn’t fair….
Accepted. I’ll take it. I deserve the rope burn and the skinned knees and the broken, hopeless heart. It’s my burden to bear on the way to your well deserved pyre…
Yet, throughput all these years, my crazy love only grew more. But you’re just a distant dream, my longing to make it right. The unending nights I spend with you there that wake me up grasping for breath of false air.
And finally, you see me again on a mountain side across from you and we’re both climbing from different angles. And there’s our look, those familiar intoxicating sounds that called us into waters I made unsafe, but this time could they be calm, or welcoming,—maybe the refuge place to build real love?
I can’t walk away, not if I perceive a chance—there in the distance, a bridge with moss covered wood panels suspended by ropes over a raging, violent river. It looks so cold.
I step out.
You step out.
I step out.
You step out.
I step out
You smile.
My heart beats 1000 beats per minute behind my smile.
My last step I look down to make sure it is safe.
But when I look back up, you’ve cut the ropes and here I go down again
down,
down,
down—but in a dreaded slow motion that won’t be quick….
The scales are balanced my for-never forgiving love….Maybe I’ll find a rocky shore. Or maybe I’ll finally drown instead of burning in your well deserved fire.
Poetry Collections by Nora J. Coker 