you can hear me now
because i’m silent
you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face
*
sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage
the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere
*
today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think
pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
this summer
i hope we end each day
watching the sun drop
satisfied we’ve spent it
giving the sun something
to shine about tomorrow
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
i am constantly
knocked down
by Your
strong wind
but i land safely
into the palm of Your hand
from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
carving day again, my love
time to take on
shapes of arrows
become separate from trees
once again be
married to string
and bent to bow
grabbed by the middle
pulled back and
shot across
land and sea
i will do it again and again
but i may never
reach your heart
again
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
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what are we chasing
the money will burn, the houses
the fields too
what are we chasing to hold onto
when heaven can hold all we need
no rust, no moths or thieves
but down here, we chase
only reflections of self-loathing
images of untrue truths about ourselves, but
the only things that matter are
what we cannot touch
what only God can hold
faith, hope, and love
chase these
and their abundance will overwhelm you
but if you don’t
nobody warns you
because nobody cares
but i do
i’ll tell you what you already feel inside
that in this place
we chase the tails of our fears and fleeting obsessions
and if we don’t look up now
we will be left holding nothing but moths and rust
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
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You are the giver and the taker
the chaos and the rest
the filler inside this thinning void
the praise inside my breath
who is who when seen together
we’re a match conceived in heaven
beyond beginnings without borders
who can separate these waters
when together there are no seasons
when apart there is no rest
there’s just You, the Patient Potter
and then there’s me, your faithful mess
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
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i am worn out
the world has drained me once again
and i have shut the door against it
but you
my morning Sun and Shield
are always welcomed
beyond my tattered window
the sky is drunk with blue
our blue
and the birds sing us a song
our song
and chirp the scripture for the day
it’s true
we are stuck together
You and i
like deep shades of blue
glued to this spacious sky
and we are in luck!
for no one in this world can separate us
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birds nest, the light fades
dusk yawns, and the moon
peeks early
*
the sun objects and tries to sing
one last line as darkness drapes
its diamond-studded satin sheet
against the dreamy blue sky
the day is gone, done trying
*
birds rest, convinced tomorrow
the earth will once again
open wide to provide its morning meal and
the sun, while he slumbers now,
will return in time to give the blessing
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
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we are all born to be clay on
the Potters table
yearning to be molded by
prophetic hands, blistered and worn
the markings of a Master Artist who’s
been working with His hands longer
then His name existed
we are all eager to be crafted
but fear the fire
it’s what we all need though
to feel the flame of renewal
it’s what the Potter wants
it’s what He came here to do
passing us through the fire triumphantly
glazed and useful
making beautiful creations
destined to become bowls
some spoons
some cups
ready to hold the Water of Life
but He knows
that purpose is found first by being wise to be useful
and then willing
willing to be broken and made new
there is no fear in being broken
when the One who loves you more
than life is holding you
no piece broken will be lost
no one is ever lost
just waiting to be found
and when He finds you
be ready to be emptied
while empty
prepare to be filled
so filled to overflowing
we wet the feet of those who thirst around us
what joy to water the earth!
but first, the molding
then the carving
the fire, then the glaze
From THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
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To be reprinted only by permission of the author.
Marquida Roberts 