Poetry: Because My Classroom Flooded Again

Poem by April Ojeda

Photo by Zoltan Tasi (Unsplash)

 

 


Jonah rises, 

Homeless again. 

Flooded and flushed 

From out my rain-drunk, sunken roof. 

Another blind, unbridled deluge

Chases me on like some 

Holy messenger.

 

Jonah rages 

At the storm-swept sky, 

Pushes, unnatural in panic, 

Far, far away from belligerent crowds

That don’t deserve you 

And don’t adore you 

Like I do.

 

Jonah rouses, 

Safe passage granted. 

Charity of stranger friends, 

Of humble allies devoid of agenda,

Signifying that all life bends 

To your design, 

Eventually.

 

Jonah reaches 

Nineveh, born again. 

Nothing about this is easy, 

But I’ve tasted death and run from life

And choose the God who 

Rescues lost hope 

Relentlessly.

 

 


About April Ojeda

Ojeda is a teacher and writer from the Oklahoma Panhandle. Her work has appeared in Lost Pen Magazine and Heart of Flesh Literary Journal. She lives and works in a fast-spinning world, so she writes poetry as a means of prayer and of untangling the threads of daily life. She lives with her family in West Texas and finds her greatest inspiration in the outdoors.


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Masterpiece or Mosaic

Devotional by Carole L. Haines

Photo by Aaron Cloward on Unsplash

When I was younger, I had big dreams of becoming more than I actually became. I pictured myself as a masterpiece in the hands of the Master, a beautiful sculpture intricately fashioned or a canvas painted with the natural beauty of a forest-enclosed waterfall. I certainly didn’t expect life to go the way it did. 

My life has been ordinary. But God delights in transforming us—ordinary vessels—into extraordinary vessels of His glory.  

God brought me to a verse that birthed in me a new perspective during one of my most bewildering and troubling trials. It’s tucked inside the Bible story of David and Absalom’s troubled father-son relationship. The story is found in 2 Samuel 14. Please take the time to read the whole story; it is quite intriguing. But for our purposes, I will just reveal a specific verse and what it means to me. 

“All of us must die eventually. Our lives are like water spilled out on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. But God does not just sweep life away; instead, he devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from him.”

2 Samuel 14:14 NLT

When I first came upon this verse, I was in a place where I felt my life was ruined. Waves of misfortune and loss had crushed me by blows, sweeping over me one after another, after another. I nearly drowned in the sorrow and confusion. I was surprised to wake up alive each morning. I thought grief and loss would kill me. With everything I had gone through, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to live anymore.  

When I asked God to take me home, He said that only one death was necessary: His. He wanted me to live and to tell others how He had rescued me and given me new life.

But God truly does not just sweep life away. Neither does He give up on us—He never leaves us nor does He forsake us. He could have prevented some or all of the things that happened, but He didn’t. He let me go through them, and THAT was a hard truth to embrace.

You see, God does not always save us from our fears but saves us through them. In this way, we learn He is faithful in our griefs and losses. 

“Instead, He devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from Him.”

I love the use of “Instead” in this verse. It’s a hope word meaning that God was active during my trials, devising a way out on my behalf and not simply an indifferent bystander. He had gone before me and was waiting for me to give Him the broken pieces of my life. So, I placed into His hands all the shards and jewels of my life. He took that precious offering and is making a beautiful mosaic instead of my idea of a masterpiece. I am a display of His grace and kindness. He can do the same for you. 

Give Him all the broken pieces of your life. Yield to His love and grace. Then stand back in wonder as He makes the most beautiful mosaic out of all your shattered dreams.


About Carole L. Haines

Haines has been writing devotions, poetry, songs, etc. for the last ten years on her blog. One of her ministries is to make crosses out of broken glass, pottery, and other materials, to give to people in crises. The message behind them is that God can bring beauty out of brokenness. For more information, visit Haines here. See her previous LPM posts here and here.


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Faith, in Poetry

Poems by Ruth Callaghan do Valle
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash
Photo by Anuja Mary Tilj on Unsplash

Raised up

Staked as a snake
Raised up in the wilderness
Bringing healing to all those who
Stake their hope on you

Struck down once
To raise up the down-trodden
You’ve trodden down the serpent’s head
Raised to strike you

Now raised to glory
Restored to rightful rule
Hell-raider, Hope-raiser
Earth-shaker, Homemaker

Photo by Corinne Kutz on Unsplash

Never lost to You

Yearning to begin again
Spurning sin again
Learning to love again
Burning to belong again

But I have never been cast off
Once found, I have often
Lost sight of You
But I am never lost to You

You are the Finder
The Founder of my faith
The firm Rock beneath my feet
The firm grip on my hand
As I flounder beneath the waves

You are the One who holds me
Upholds me
Enfolds me
You mould me
You’ve told me
You’ll make me whole again


About Ruth Callaghan do Valle

Ruth Callaghan do Valle writes in English with forays into Portuguese, and currently lives in small-town rural Brazil with her husband and toddler. You can follow Callaghan do Valle on Twitter and find her spoken word poems on Instagram and her poetry and posts about life in Brazil on her blog. 


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Poetry: Gathering Joy

Image by Melissa Askew from Unsplash

 

Gathering Joy

by Veronica McDonald

 

I gather joy

around me like a blanket.

You feel as warm as kindergarten

like a gentle cotton cloud

against chubby baby fingers

covered in white paste.

Like that feeling called home

when home wouldn’t do.

An invisible best friend

as natural as nature itself

like everything was made by You

for You, of You, even the strings

keeping time in my heart.

You pluck one and all stress

is unraveled in music

like the undressing of a sweater

too warm, too tight

for this life.

You knit and unknit the

stitches from where I tore myself

in the patches You wanted to heal⁠—

You made my threads, You

know how they go⁠—

only You can fix me

bring me back into

design

 

About Veronica McDonald

McDonald is a poet, fiction writer, artist, and the editor/founder of Heart of Flesh Literary Journal. She became a born-again Christian in July 2016 when Jesus saved her from anxiety, depression, and a nihilistic worldview. Learn more about her work on her website and Facebook.

The Princess and Her Prince, A Poem by Anna Jensen

(photo by Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash)

 

The Princess and Her Prince

by Anna Jensen

 

The princess knew not where she wandered

        nor quite how she had got there

Isolated in a darkened dell

        devoid of friends or fairies.

Snared, entrapped,

bramble-bound.

Muddied, soiled, abused.

 

Pristine gown, stained and spattered

        slashed and briar-torn

Feet no longer safely slippered;

        locks no longer fair

      but knotted, wild, confused.

Extensions of her matted mind.

 

Daring out on love’s pure errand

her prince 

        in glistening white 

sets forth

Brandishing his blood-washed blade

        he decimates the choking thicket

the cloying, corrupting lies.

    The strangulating vines of visceral despair.

 

And like knights upon their noble quest

        to salvage hidden treasures

her prince retrieves his broken bride.

        Re-gowns, repairs

     Redeems.

 

About Anna Jensen

image002I am a British ex-pat who has lived in South Africa for nearly as long as in England. I have exchanged squirrels in the garden for monkeys; the caw of crows with the terrified-seeming cry of the hadeda ibis. I swelter under a hot summer sun, rather than shiver in the freezing rain.

And it is here, under a wide-open sky, that I have begun to write in response to a call from Jesus to ‘write what I see in a book.’  My first book, The Outskirts of His Glory was published in May of this year.

I trust the eyes of your heart will be opened as you read the words I’m privileged to put on pages.

Contact Jensen at:

Website

Facebook:   @annaloujensen

Twitter:       @annalouj

Instagram:  @annaloujens

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