 “Our soul waits for the LORD: he is our help and our shield. For our heart shall rejoice in him, because we have trusted in his holy name. Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.” (Psalm 33:20-22)
“I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.” (Psalm 27:13-14) Waking Moment I saw a woman on the distant shore, aglow amidst a crowded place. Her smile wide, Her cloak of white, Her hand held by Love remade. I alone on the distant bank, a river far and wide between, I felt the longing of a child forgotten, never chosen for the team. Pulled back to my life, ripped from the fringe of Hope divine; the mundane scent of regret hung about me, like the taste of sour wine. I envied her smile so bright with life, I longed for the joy with which she was filled, my eyes beheld her for but a moment, but my heart can see her still. Not a day gone by that the ache has left, not a thought but where she has gone; I catch a glimpse of her on a breeze sometimes, carried in by Love’s sweet song. My life is spent in coveting anguish of that waking moment in my dream, a single breath of Heaven’s gate, to which my soul continually clings. Then I find myself on a familiar street, although it does not have a name, a Man walks up and takes my hand, I’ve never seen Him but I know Him all the same. And all at once the street above is filled with people and a passing joyous parade. My smile wide, My cloak of white, My hand held by Love remade… We are all waiting for something. For a good report. For things to get better. For a better job. For our ship to come in. For a loved one to call. For a second chance. For the doctors to be wrong. For depression to lift. For fear to cease. For leaders to lead. For children to come home. For someone to make us smile. For serendipity. For peace. For patience. For more. And if you are a true believer you are waiting for Christ’s return. You are yearning for the lover of your soul to catch you up in His arms and carry you home; a home where you are forever accepted, forever loved, and forever in the presence of the Divine Love. That hope you feel deep inside—it’s real, so don’t doubt it. When the night gets increasingly darker, and there seems to be nothing to hold onto—hold onto Him and know that He is holding onto you…always. Written by Anne Marie Hawke February 2022 To subscribe to my blog or to find out more about my writing, please visit my website at hawkewriter.com
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 “So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church. Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.”
(Ephesians 5:28-33) “Fear not; for thou shalt not be ashamed: neither be thou confounded; for thou shalt not be put to shame: for thou shalt forget the shame of thy youth, and shalt not remember the reproach of thy widowhood any more. For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.” (Isaiah 54:4-5) "Neither pray I for these alone, but for them also which shall believe on me through their words; that they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me. And the glory which thou gavest me I have given them; that they may be one, even as we are one: I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that they world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them, as thou hast loved me." (John 17:20-23) Bone and Breath Man was not spoken into existence as were all the other things He was formed from the dust of the earth and became a living being Woman was built from the rib of the man, taken from out of his chest Intertwined from the beginning, connected through bone and breath Oneness was never meant to be a thing we could never attain But rather an easy outflow, like sweet sunshine after gentle rain We strive to comprehend the mystery, the two becoming one We fail to see the beauty; marred by what we have become An altar is a proper place to enter a covenant so deep and true For a sacrifice is surely made: the creating of one, the dying of two All we are must be done away, consumed by Love’s great fire So the rib can re-enter the man, and fulfill what God truly desires We are bone of His bone, and flesh of His flesh, a Bride rare and true Oh, if only we understood the beauty which His great love ensued! When we stand before our soul’s mirror to be joined forevermore We come as two, but enter as one, over the threshold through the Door... Written by Anne Marie Hawke February 2022 To subscribe to my blog or to find out more about my writing, please visit my website at hawkewriter.com |
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