The Luncheon

July 27, 2011 Blog.

The Luncheon

I attended a double birthday luncheon celebration yesterday.
The one birthday gal has survived enough health problems
to fill a whole hospital ward. There she sat at the head of
the table enjoying friends and a fine meal.
Another at the table, a 94-year-old woman, had survived the
bombings and near starvation of World War II in Germany.
She has buried husbands and all of her family. She is
among us as a living trophy of God's faithfulness for the
next generation to see.
The 2nd birthday lady has raised three children alone.
Two of which are special needs boys. They are as well
adjusted as any could be with their disabilities.
For some reason I have struggled to hold more then a
few sentences of conversation with her. On the ride home
she and another lady, who also has carried many of the
world's wounds, were giggling and laughing out loud in the
back seat. They had found some child's toy that had been
left there and were playing together with it. As the birthday
"girl's" spontaneous laughter filled the car. It was like all
of Heaven was partying. The joy was palpable in the car.
I understood that Holy Spirit was unlocking a treasure. A
jewel that I had not recognize in her. I was changed by the
sound of that laughter. I can't wait to see her again.

Some poems to share:

Eat From the Celestial

Deluged by God
Pouring down
jewels of wisdom
knowledge
to make the heartsick
well
His children
running into the pantry
of the loving Father
selecting supersized
containers
filled to overflowing
with purpose
Attention riveted
on flashing
brilliant light
that if focused on
any length of time
will blind them
to impossible
and create
x-ray vision
exposing the
unimaginable
walking at their side
Plugged in saints
with power bars
that last far longer
than 40 day exclusive
round trip fares
Taking them to where
the action never runs out
of more and more
exciting destinations.

From Here to There

Write Your whispered words
of love
on the tablet of my heart
Words that speak
to those You long to draw
to embrace
to pluck from pain
from falling over
the abyss of self
Liquid pools of tears
stored up
saved
not forgotten
in Your tenderness
Create a palette
to paint the image
of Your love
Your words
the essence
of revelatory light
like a sword
piercing frozen minds
Fire to burn
calderizing wounded souls
destined to sit beside
Your throne.

Timeless Thinking

It may be morning here
but somewhere
it is afternoon
You can plan for lunch
or ask the other side
what's been planned for
supper
Time relates to where
you stand
The timeless One
holds all of time together
In His hand
it's time to make
a miracle
To stand with Him
outside of what is now
and feed
and cloth
and rescue
out of His
inexhaustible supply
The plan is not
with complications
or tangled tape
God can use
whatever He has made
or rearrange some DNA
Surprise
remember it is He
who made an Adam.