“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 To subscribe to my blog or to find out more about my writing, please visit my website at hawkewriter.com
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Brenda McMurray
2/27/2021 06:04:26 am
Thank you, thoughts for such a time as this, spoke truth!
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