the underskirts of universe

baby crocodile spit up

eleven hundred moons

hopscotch sidewalk chalk

mountain’s taste buds

twig waltzing with wind

coral’s Saturday afternoon

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silent nature speaks

wrens frolic with feathered wings in freckled fields

as gold papery leaves, cut and curled, reach

as wooden hands stretch

toward far, floating cotton

 

fresh

tectonic threads woven in earthen

womb loom–

shifting, shaping, becoming.

baby star blossoms,

chick tinkers with her wings,

light breaks night, shatters dark, develops

day.

one click and stark, charred film

fades away.

one tock tick and yesterday

gives way

to new volume.

kaleidoscope wonder world.

juicy jungle’s

innocent seeds

summon

cloud

tears.

I know him!

 

this movie scene makes my heart pitter patter thump extra much wow! Buddy knew Santa as a person. He had a friendship, a love, a history with him. Buddy knew Santa’s favourite cookie, his shoe size, his lopsided smile and his endearing wink. Buddy’s reaction to the announcement of Santa’s coming says it all!

if the intercom of life bellowed “Jesus is coming back!” how would your heart respond? with winsome anticipation or distant ambivalence?

Jesus, I want to know you more! you paid my debt and saved my life and filled me with your endless love. thank you so much. I pray for every person to know that you are real and that you love them. this next year, may we know you as our best friend. always with us, always loving us. never changing. holy and beautiful. help us receive you like little children. like Buddy the elf! help us just be loved. reveal yourself to us, Lord. thank youuuu!<3

 

 

lush light

fire bulb bursts,

blossoming in the east

like frost-licked crocuses

tasting

spring.

majenta, violet, floral

embers frolic,

dripping and dreaming

fresh mercy.

crisp, pure tweets pierce solitude,

calling dusty sleepers:

Awake!

the King,

enthralled with her beauty

desires

to dance

with His bride.

 

Psalm 45:11

and the king will desire your beauty.

Recipe for Frosted Whimsy

1 inch octopus tongue
Christmas morning
3 watts firefly butt
88 sunshine beam smiles
9 cups pebbles, sprinkles, dew medley
1 pond warm fuzzies
4 baby yaks
3 friends
For the frosting:
6 gallons fairy turds
2 whale songs
1/4 cup daisy doilies
11 minutes wind chime melody
top right corner of sunrise from September 5, 1542
Mix well.

Enjoy with your neighbors. Dance long. Sing strong. Look up. Rest. Run. Laugh till the fun’s done. Repeat.

a conversation

“have you felt the tug
for more
the longing to be who you truly are
you try try try try try try try try
try more
yet in all your try-ing
you end up on the floor
(again).”

“yeh!’

“the Bible says all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God
the Bible says the wages of sin is death
(don’t take my word, get into the Word yourself).”

“if sin leads to death, is there any way out?
is there a lifeline? hope? HeLp??!!?
(I need help…)”

“there is a Way:
Jesus.
He loves you so He died your death so you could
live.
just believe.”

“CRIKEY COOKIES. come again?!?!!!
so, you’re saying, I TOTALLY offended the King of the UNIVERSE who knows everything I
do
think
say
wrong
and He is JUST so He’s gotta judge which means I’m totally DEAD,
and there was NOTHING I could do about it???”

“yes.”

“BUT! (biggest but ever) God loves me! so He took my place! right?”

“correct. believe in Jesus. we’re saved by grace through faith. salvation is a free gift. what do you do with a gift?”

“regift to my great aunt, Flowita!! love her! she’s a professional fruitcake baker”

“??? well, usually you just open it, and enjoy it.”

“Oh, WoW! thank you Jesus!
AHHhhhhHhhhhHhH!!!!!!!!” *breakdancing and olympic singing into the sunset*

#gospel #goodnews #grace