Last night I attended the final home group session on the theme of the Holy Spirit. We ended the session with a new poem written by my friend Christopher Payne. I wanted to share it with you all.
I believe in the Holy Spirit…..
…The breath of God caressing my face upturned in worship or in grief,
The wind of God filling my sails though I tack and turn to resist the divine intention,
The Voice of God whispering in my ear when I would prefer Earth’s tremors or the storm,
The Fire of God refining life’s metallic or until the true self becomes fit for eternity,
The Flame of Gd lighting the lantern for me to hold high as I stumble along,
The Sound as of many waters of refreshment cascading from the Source of the city of God,
The Spring of living water bubbling from my heart in rare moments abandoned to tongues of praise,
The Muse in early morning urging me to write and dance to His tempo,
Holy healing, wholeness and re-creation
Preparing me for the coming day of prayer.
For other posts on Christopher’s Poetry see https://unfinishedchristian.wordpress.com/2009/03/30/stay-close/ & https://unfinishedchristian.wordpress.com/2009/03/17/hold-that-word/
Another poem to share with you from Christopher Payne.
I don’t know how it works, Lord, but I’m here with a petition;
I don’t know how it works, Lord, but I’m here to make a prayer
For a loved one with a problem. For a friend in bad condition.
For a soldier who is dying, please be there.
I don’t know if you hear me when I’m pouring out my heart, Lord;
I don’t know if your Heaven reaches here,
But I’m here to take a gamble that I really cannot lose
And I’m ready to take action; please be near.
Will you hear the prayer I offer, if it really is a prayer?
I believe, please help my trembling unbelief;
Will you give the strength I need, Lord, give me faith where faith falls short?
Stay close by me. Do not leave me in my grief.
For more on poetry from Christopher Payne see http://www.christopherpaynepoetry.net/
Another poem from my friend Christopher Payne:
Hold that word
That almost escaped,
Pursue the echo.
Hold that place
Where words have failed
On the tip of your tongue.
Hold that thought
Of almost inspiration.
Where emptiness intrudes.
Hold that poem
At the moment of waking,
Before the white-wash of day.
Hold that prayer
Suspended over the world,
And feel Him speak.
For more on Christopher’s poetry see http://www.christopherpaynepoetry.net/
Last week I was given a collection of poems by Christopher Payne, who began writing poetry on his 60th birthday. Over the next few weeks I will post some of the poems from Chris that have touched me particularly. The first I want to share with you is this one- Paradox:
Welcome to the kingdom
Where poor are blessed
Where last are first
Where death can be victory
Where separation brings closeness.
Welcome to the garden
Where lamb and lion wander
Where mist brings fruit
Where days grow cool
His voice is heard.
Welcome to the city
Where the architect is the design
Where the leaves of the avenue are for healing
Where the river is the source
Where the light is the way.
For more on Poetry from Christopher see: http://www.christopherpaynepoetry.net/