“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.”
~Emily Dickinson
If I Can…
Category Poetically Prophetic
Prophetic Words Divinely Inspired To Encourage
Unlovable
It is easy to love those seen as good,always understood,one shared neighborhood.Not so simple for those perceived as bad,hard to understand,alone …
Unlovable
GOD SAVES OUR TEARS
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER Psalm 56:8 ESV “You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?” In …
GOD SAVES OUR TEARS
Rooted In Love
#Love #poetry
Rooted In Love
Meeting
Grab a chair,let’s have a talk,confront my egoone on one. It grabs a smokeasks for a drink,then stared at meeyes did not blink. I looked right …
Meeting
The Only One I See
You were made to worship Me…
To loosen yourself from entanglements drawing you away from Me…
In a room full of people…May I be the only One you see…The only One you hear…I am jealous over you…will always be…
I only need You Jesus…You are my greatest treasure…In my darkest hours Your heart was revealed to me…I did not deserve the love You bestowed on me …Yet You thought I did…I was always welcome to sit with you…Everything about You exclaims love….
You dried my countless tears…Held me close when I could not breathe..Encounters with Your heart and love transformed me into the daughter You created me to be…
You have removed the chains holding me hostage…You are the reason that my heart is healed…My heart belongs to only You…
In a room full of people You are the only One I see…The only One I hear…The only One my heart longs for…
— Ebigale Wilson
#BelovedandShulamite
#JourneyHome
#PoeticallyProphetic
The Journey Through
A journey through
hills and valleys
Many detours
Stop signs
Cul de sacs
Your hand in each of them
Painful seasons
Desperate days
Your light found its
Way through my confusion
My frustration
Endless questions
My constant pain
Your perfect love
resurrected my fractured heart
Chains fell to the ground
Free at last to be the daughter
You have created me to be
You paid a high price for my
heart to run free
I now tread on holy places
Beholding Your new
My Beloved
My only Constant
The Love of my life
The One my heart unknowingly yearned for
I am no longer a prodigal tied to my pain
Beloved came for me in my
midnight hour
Awakened my heart
Lit a fire in me
My identity
My joy
My fulfilment
I found in You…
— Ebigale Wilson
#BelovedandShulamite
#JourneyHome
#PoeticallyProphetic
Inside My Smile
Amazed and joyful Are symptoms Of a wonderful thing As I inspire myself Every day, Intent and determined To live fully With contentment In soulful …
Inside My Smile
Ascend!
Burn through me
Till You are seen in me
Untangle me
from everything that
can hurt our covenant
Lead me into the secret place
Burn through me
Spread wide
Spread deep
Do a thorough work in me
Invade my life
Take over
Light a flame in me
Till nothing of the old is seen
Come away with Me
The secret place awaits
your arrival
Everything ready
Prepared
Enter boldly
Ascend!!! Ascend!!!
My heart yearns for you
I created you for Myself
My worship instrument
Perfect through My splendour
My holy temple…
— Ebigale Wilson
#BelovedandShulamite
#PoeticallyProphetic
#EbigaleWilson
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
—The Invitation
Written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Aka) Caroline House
Restored Ministries Blog 