Category Archives: Prayers and Poetry

That Secret Space

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That secret space;

The place I go alone to seek His face;

A quiet, questioning encounter in His safe embrace;

Silent, still, and list’ning there I go.

 

Music there;

Notes unknown and known play sweet and pure;

They float and fly above imagination without care;

Then rest and speak a language no one knows.

 

 

I linger long;

To understand wisdom that I thought gone;

His tender voice carries a message needed, soft and strong;

A molecule and mountain always there.

 

 

Original poetry by Connie Pease; Images: pexels-valiphotos-589816.jpg; lake-at-sunset-pexels-photo-248800.jpeg; bird-s-eye-photography-of-mountain-1624496.jpg

Underneath

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Underneath the rubble of a tempest through the night;

Downed, a giant tree that stood through many a windy day;

Tangled branches on one side, roots loosed its former height;

Tell passersby a story of a heavy price to pay.

It stood, the tree, for centuries a sentry and a friend;

And greeted friend and foe alike with equal, measured pace;

And those who passed received the shade its branches would extend;

And felt, somehow, of something more of beauty, love, and grace.

But storms must take what they demand: a messy sort of wage;

Yet what is seen is only half the picture – more a sheath;

For that unseen is buried deep beneath the stormy stage;

Life undeterred, a treasure, is the glory underneath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Original poem: myfiresidechat.com; *https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pace: “The Latin word pace is a form of pax, meaning “peace” or “permission,” and when used sincerely the word does indeed suggest a desire for both.”; Images: pexels-jplenio-1118869.jpg; pexels-lindsey-k-846449-1731457.jpg; Acer_tataricum_twig-wikimedia-commons.jpg

Hear Our Prayer, O Lord

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An old hymn, more of a prayer, really, popped into my mind this morning as I was making coffee. I have not heard or sung this tune in nearly sixty years – maybe longer. I sang it this morning over and over before a weekly prayer call I have with a friend.

Then I paged through some of my old hymnals, failing to find it. I looked in another location and found it, but only the last line since the first had been torn out; no doubt to facilitate a quick transition for some long-ago church service. On a whim, with little hope and much doubt, I perused my latest hymnal. There it was!

It’s simple request is one we need to make to God in heaven right now. Join me?

Image: Hear Our Prayer, O Lord taken from Psalm 143:1 by George Whelpton, The Celebration Hymnal, copyright 1997 by Word/Integrity

Not So Different After All: A Thanksgiving Prayer

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Dear Heavenly Father, Holy, Just, Merciful, Good,

We think back to the first Thanksgiving and imagine that times were uncertain and scarcity was not uncommon. We understand that relationships – both long-standing and new – were sometimes fragile due to differing perspectives and a feeling of living worlds apart. We know that good lives had been lost and were missed by those remaining. How familiar it seems.

And not just then, but through the history of this nation who, a rarity among nations, marks a special day of thanks to their Creator, we have paused amid the clamor of the amazing and common, hopeless and miraculous, and terrible and precious to give thanks.

So on this day spent around a common table, we thank You for food. As we think of cold months arriving, we thank you for shelter; for shelter from nature’s storms and life’s storms both. We thank you for Your comfort in distress and sadness. We thank you for celebrations. We thank you for saving us from the horror of sin, both our own and that of others. We thank you for people all around us, people made in Your Image, and the humor and kindness they show.

For You, Dearest Father, are in all of life. There is nothing hidden. And though times change, human experience varies in some ways, but in others is not so different after all. And You are the same yesterday, today, and forever. And we love You. And we are indebted to You for all of life’s goodness and protection in this present darkness. And we thank you.

In Jesus’ kind and blessed Name,

Amen.

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The Veil

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There is a veil of delicate thread, translucent, yet opaque,

Through which we all must walk one day alone, but not alone;

Friends and family on one side, and those awaiting make

Departing in a quiet hour a blessed going home.

 

Each soul travels in this life of work and prayer and thought

A road. We journey through the days and take what we are giv’n

By One Whose glorious life shone forth and One Whose death has bought

A clearer veil, a sweeter road, the truer rest in heav’n.

Reflections upon the homegoing of a much beloved Uncle John; Image: zac-durant-_6HzPU9Hyfg-unsplash.jpg

Seeing Things

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Not long ago it was popular to say “I see you” to someone who believed they were marginalized.

But we are seeing people and things now – just not in the way we were told to. We are actually living out the time described in the Bible that says, There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, and nothing hidden that will not be made known. Take heart! The peace and beauty of a clean house is worth the mess.

It’s been about seven years since I stumbled upon Liz Crokin who was writing about what is sometimes derisively called Pizzagate. She’s a good reporter who has put her life on the line (and she’s not the only one). I was sickened, but I believed her.

Not everyone believes her, though. Still, those who see truth must stand firm. There are many things in our innocent, comfortable existence that we naturally deny. We know evil exists, of course, but we believe God is taking care of things and we disbelieve Satan has much power. The thought of demons and other kinds of evil rulers scares us. We don’t want to think they influence things of which we are acquainted and some of which we are not. And we’re not supposed to look too closely into evil, are we? No, not in a way that we are seduced; but think, for a minute, of the temptation of Christ. Did He dismiss Satan’s claims of power in this world? Think of the Biblical phrases we skim over because we don’t understand them: things like powers of darkness, Nephilim, as in the days of Noah, under the earth, law, spiritual laws . . . too many phrases that we make our own assumptions about and to which we give little thought. It’s past time we start thinking. Praying. Searching. It is, after all, the glory of God to conceal a matter and the glory of kings to search it out.

I hope, dear reader, that you are willing to acknowledge dirt and grime so that things can be put in order, and that you are waking up from the hypnotic sleep many of us have been under. Let’s be kind enough to understand that some hit the snooze alarm more than others. And even though it is disheartening, I hope you keep your eyes open. We are living in the amazing time when God pulls back the curtain hiding the expansive reach of Satan and his servants! We have work to do – work that God expects of us. If you don’t know what to do, do what’s in front of you! We must move from weak to warrior! Now. We are seeing many things, including crimes unimagined and also true victims of those crimes. Mark Attwood describes some of those perpetrators in a poem. I’ll leave you with his words.

We See You. 

The Scales have fallen from our eyes.

The veil has drifted down from the sky;

Meandering firmly finally revealing;

Your depth of depravity – that’s fear you’re now feeling.

We See You.  

Your demonic bloodlust laid bare to see;

The statue of filth on the BBC;

The Prince and the Madam, the Crisper spy;

The Islands of horrors in the ocean lie.

We See You.

A billion souls stolen over the years;

You hid them deep down to drown their tears.

Perfect and Innocent: God’s own creations;

Mutilated by your sick machinations.

We See You.

Vlad the Impaler and his vile descendants;

Fleeing the palace from the 5D ascendants.

The virus distracted but gave us the time;

To peel back the layers of your heinous crimes.

We See You. 

Run! Run as fast as you can;

Back for more orders from the Phoenician Clan;

Out of White Rabbit, the Looking Glass;

Cracked tipping point reached – odds against you now stacked.

We See You.  

Pizza and hot dogs, pasta and sauce;

Your sickness decoded your lack of remorse;

Our slumber is over; our eyes not wide shut;

For the children of Haiti – a knife to your gut.

We See You. 

Ascension is powered by the light of the flare;

Scramble like rats to the ruins of your lairs;

It’s over! It’s over! Save our children we cry!

Revealed and reviled: it’s your soul’s time to die.

We See You. 

References: Luke 12:2; Proverbs 25:2; We See You by Mark Attwood; https://youtu.be/IKMmy8oXBmE; Image: pexels-harrison-macourt-6599771.jpg

Wider and Deeper

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Dear Heavenly Father,

We most often think of things we see and events we experience when we give thanks. Well-loved places and people come to mind when we list our gratefulness. But, Father, our thankfulness must be wider and deeper, for beyond all of these are the invisible things from Your hand. Your love, of course. Yet more: Grace, Patience, Forgiveness, Discipline, Comfort, and Mercy.

We thank you for revealing evil to us so that we can see good more clearly. Thank you for pricking our conscience so that we can kneel in repentance. It’s not a punishment. It’s a gift. Thank you for teaching us courage. Thank you for the sense of Your Holiness in moments of quiet. Your patience is beyond our understanding. Your mercy – wider and deeper than we can grasp.

You never fail. You are faithful always. And, our dearest God, this day we are grateful for You in all of Your perfection and beauty. We give this day and all days to You, for You and You alone deserve all praise.

In Jesus’ Name

Amen

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Within Those Quiet Times

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We seek within those quiet times

That still, small voice Who speaks into

Confusion, doubt, and things that bind

Re-aligning noise with truth.

And holds a dream that held us close

Not ours, but His, once we can hear

Mid days of struggle, nights of hope;

And pulls us close in comfort’s sphere.

For minds interpret what eyes see

Less of what goodness impedes;

To lead and guide and help us be

More of what creation needs.

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The Other Shore

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My father died around this time six years ago. This description is one he, himself, shared at a friend’s funeral many years before. It’s a good piece of prose, not just due to its imagery, but because it is true.

‘Gone From My Sight’

“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.

And she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me – not in her.

And just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying…”

We find ourselves amidst immense struggles just now. Though the death of those we love always pricks, death out of time lends considerable pause to our days. For those who have lost loved ones during these few years of trouble and loss, I read everything you write, look at every photo, and think about the unnatural quiet that has come to your daily routine. And not I, alone, but the world experiences a heavy grief and silent ache. That world, people we know and those we have never met, sends prayers – many prayers – that an unseen enemy’s attack will, itself, receive its just counterassault.

For while goodness might be temporarily silenced, it will not remain so. It will rise in glorious triumph. Until then, those of us left will stand. We will stand firm in the knowledge of God’s mercy and Jesus’ victory. We will stand firm in our part of the battle wherever it may find us. And we will stand firm because we know Who has already won.

Poem: Henry Van Dyke,1852-1934; image: sailboat-pexels-taryn-elliott-6790330.jpg

Thanks In All Times

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Dear Heavenly Father,

In a time when we anticipate want in our futures and feel concern in our present, we look to You, because we remember how good You are in both good and hard times: How it was Your hand that parted the Red Sea when the enemy was bearing down on Your people; How it was Your presence that calmed the lions while Daniel was in their den; and how it was Your voice that cast out demons at Gadarenes.

We reflect on our lives – how You have been with us from the very beginning, from Day one. You’ve healed us when we were sick and some of us when we would have died but for You. You’ve rescued us from danger, both known and unawares. You’ve given us work to do and homes to delight in. Your creation calls to us to marvel and calms us when we need it.

When we are alone, You sit with us. We keep company together. And when crowds surround us, You are with us still. You call us by name. You teach us in all the kinds of places and people and times we encounter. Wisdom, understanding, discernment – bit by bit, slowly, but surely we learn.

You are so very, very good, Father. And we come just now to thank You. Thank You for history. Thank You for our past. Thank You for the present times when our faith can grow and we can see how bright the light of Your presence shines in the darkness. And thank You for an unknown future. All we need to know is that You’ll be there.

We lift Your Name above every Name. You are great and loving and merciful and good. Your judgements are righteous. And You, oh our Dear Lord and Father, You are our very breath.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

 

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