Pieces of Me: May 2016

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Made to Be Loved

like cracked lips in need of Vaseline
like bellies in need of food
like lungs in need of fresh air
like ash in need of lotion
like skin in need of sunbeams
like eyes in need of beauty
like winter in need of heating
and summer in need of cool air
like plants in need of watering
like ears in need of both silence and melodies
like morning breath in need of Crest
like my back in need of massaging
like windshields in need of wipers
like beds in need of blankets
like tubs in need of running water
like gas in need of release
like toenails in need of clipping
like books in need of reading
like songs in need of listening
like legs in need of dancing
is my heart in need of caring
my voice in need of hearing
my ears in need of speaking
my shoulder in need of rubbing
my hands in need of holding
my body in need of cuddling
my lips in need of kissing
my arms in need of caressing
my dreams in need of believing
my value, strength, beauty in need of seeing
I was made to be loved

Monday, May 16, 2016

Back Where I Belong

By Ashley Jataun Moore

4.29.12

You spoke

And You said

“Be still and know that I am God”*

You told me You’d be exalted,

That Your glory would be revealed

But I got antsy

Unsatisfied

Quite frustrated to exact

And from discontentment, I moved

Away from trust; away from rest

Hashing and rehashing

Thinking

Talking

Trying to figure and work things out

But YOU are SO good

You held me

While I was tossing and turning

You held me

While I was fumbling around, attempting to gather and reassemble broken pieces

You held me

Even when I refused to relax in Your care

I was picking up pieces You’d told me to lay down

Weighted and unsettled, when you’d already spoken peace

Confused and frustrated, when you’d told me to trust

I am sorry Lord...

True to Your essence,

Your remained faithful

Even when my faith faltered and dissipated

So good

So compassionate

You melt my heart time and time again

So patient

So loving

You wait for me

So I bring You back the pieces

Trading You my pieces for Your peace

I bring you back the pieces

Laying them in your hands

Potter, Creator, Resurrector

There are no impossibilities in Your hands

Your heart

Pure, compassionate, wanting the best for me

Your thoughts

All-knowing,

Wise, full of truth and understanding

I bringing you all the pieces

Laying them in your hands

Now, free from the load You had been trying to carry

I run on

In Your joy and strength

Your peace:

My helium-

My heart, my thoughts, my eyes

Lifted

*Psalm 46:10

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Armor: Necessities of Life

"Helmet of Salvation and Breastplate of Righteousness"

Hope

Hope is my helium
Rising from my spirit
Lifting my soul
Buoyant
Resilient
Cannot be held down
A seed inserted long ago
Tiny in size, but dynamic in its work
Stronger than the Incredible Hulk
Indestructible
A seed within that cannot be aborted
Birthing babies of faith
And children of manifestations

Hope is my helium
It rises at the oddest of times
Whispering
Yelling
"You will LIVE and not die."

Hope is my helium
Raising me up
My alarm clock in the morning
My lullaby at night
Televising news reports of fruition of hopes once deferred
Pointing out stars
Stretching my hands toward them

Hope is my helium
And like it, I rise

Fruitful Tears

I thank God for my pen
and keyboard
and paintbrush

My tears: ink, keys, strokes
dropping like T-Mobile's calls
too frequent
pillow there to catch them
paper there to catch them
screen there to catch them
canvas there to catch them
and transform them into masterpieces
and Kleenex for the next soul
who reads and sees my words and pictures