December 21, 2007

  • Pupils of Fire

    Glistening, shining, and radiating light

    My Lord is the epitome of all that is bright.

    King of creation you are gentle and mild

    You comprise characteristics of a soft, fragile child.

    You are a fiery furnace of blazing delight.

    Through the flames of your presence, we gain seamless sight.

    This fire brightens our pupils; it heats up our hearts.

    Burning passion through your inferno, to us, you impart.

    Shades of reds, oranges, and blues sway in the wind;

    In the sparks of your bonfire you whisper like a friend.

    Child you are my passion. You are my delight.

    You are the reason my wings take to such flight.

    I fly to your rescue, to shelter your essence.

    I am here to mature you in your adolescence.

    Grow in me dear one. Strap on my grace.

    Lace up your running shoes. Prepare to sprint the race.

    The beads of sweat you feel running down your forehead

    Are only evidence of your effort to taste the true Bread.

    Feel the breeze child. It is my bottomless assurance.

    Breathe it through your nostrils. The race—you must endure it!

    I am here my beautiful one, I have never left.

    Your hopes and dreams are secured in my rocky cleft.

    You are a work in progress. I am so proud of your pursuit.

    Keep running precious treasure. You are developing sweet fruit.

    By: Kimberly Willingham

    Revelation 1:14:
    His head and his hair were white like wool, as white as snow.

    And his eyes were like flames of fire.

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    Expertise Dancer

     

    Tippy toes pointed, she laces her pink shoes.

    She smiles from ear to ear. Her heart races to dance for You.

    Such grace she displays with every bend of her shape.

    The shadows of her figure stir like wind through drapes.

    Her hair pulled up as if not to distract from her vision.

    She twirls in sheer and fervent passion; it’s elegant precision.

    She’s caught up in the moment. She can’t stop to catch her breath.

    She gasps and keeps dancing. She does not want to rest.

    Sweet blossoms of fuchsia flowers fall in descending pattern.

    She continues to twirl, her dress, spinning like the rings of Saturn.

    She twirls into the throne room of a beautiful, white enveloped King.

    Her focus suddenly changes from a fixed spot to a perfect being.

    Dance steps, once simple, now, skip in complex formation.

    For she dances for the Lord of all on a solid, firm foundation.

    Tears stream from her fixed eyes. She wants to stop and adorn Him.

    But this passion in her heart of hearts continues to make her fervor swim.

    Oh God, you are my inspiration, she shouts between the violent spins.

    My life of amateur dancing is gone. Now the expertise in You begins.

    By: Kimberly Willingham

     

     Proverbs 4:25:
    Let your eyes look directly ahead. And let your gaze be fixed straight in front of you.