Things Are Not As They Seem

“But there is nothing covered, that will not be revealed; neither hid, that will not be known.” (Luke 12:2)
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man has found, he hides and for joy thereof goes and sells all that he has, and buys that field.”
​(Matthew 13:44)
 
                                                         Things Are Not As They Seem
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
This dissonance crashing in slow
This Holy unsettled unknown
Beckoning surrender and growth
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
This metaphor having no end
This spirit cleansing chaos
The truth with no defense
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
What is up is all coming down
The pieces of the sky I made
All scattered on the ground
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
I am questioning all I see
Closing my eyes to find myself
Not sure of who is really me
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
Nowhere seems to be secure
Everything I thought I knew
Far away, reticent, so unsure
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
This uncomfortable sobering place
I get down on my knees
Hoping to glimpse Jesus’ face
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
Like a waking tangled dream
I open my mouth to speak
Revealing an internal scream
 
What is this thing I am feeling?
Like coming fully alive
His voice stirs within me
From my lips an ethereal cry
 
“All that you are feeling
It’s Spirit touching flesh
It’s Light touching darkness
It’s Life touching death
 
You, my child, are Holy
Made for something more
All this soul unrest you feel
It’s but the first of many doors
 
What is seen is not the truth
It’s all that’s hidden underneath
All this tumult, chaos, despair
Vanquished in beautiful peace
 
Hold to what is Holy
Hold to what is right and true
You are not alone in this battle
Many others feel just as you
 
The time is growing shorter
The enemy will take his stand
I will uphold and sustain you
For I am the great “I AM.”
 
I am the Lord, there is none else
The Beginning and the End
I am the First and the Last
I will conquer and defend
 
The days will get darker yet
My plan must be fulfilled
All these things must come to pass
For my glory and my will
 
So cleave to me my daughter
Cleave to me my son
Stay under my sheltering wings
Till all these things be done…”
 
 
 
 
 


Written by Anne Marie Hawke
February 2021
 
 
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