September 17, 2011
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Crackled Doors
Crackled doors on creaking houses,
Severe creases on pleated blouses.
Scuffs of grease on fancy shoes,
Clean, fresh skin wearing tattoos.
Fallen. Upset. This world is aching.
Smiles and laughs people are faking.
Painted dreams line vessels of clay.
Beautiful aspirations fade day by day.
Pottery shatters. Water spills out.
Thirst is birthed through harsh drought.
God is needed in this desperate place.
We yearn for his blessing – a solid embrace.
My child, I am here – I’ve never left you in the pain.
Can you see me Dear One? I’m reaching through the rain.
I know it’s storming, and I know you’re afraid.
Cling to me precious. Hold me in this waterfall cascade.
Your shivers, I’ll replace in due time.
I love you my chosen, please accept this climb.
The day of despair – I did not choose it for you.
You’re throbbing heart, I long to subdue.
My promises can give you strength. My hand –give you direction.
Please take hold of my forearm. You are my affection.
You are my bride, my princess, the apple of my eye.
You are a light in the darkness – a star in the sky.
I’m here my beloved. Though it may be hard to believe –
I will be your pillar always –I know your heart grieves.
Cracked china plates mended with care.
Lungs of dysfunction pumped with clean air.
You make all things new, God. Your embrace – all I need.
I will look to you, Father – while wading in the weeds.
For you shut the lions’ mouths and still the oceans –
You set hearts on fire and place idle actions in motion.
Faith. I need it. I hunger after this feeling.
Father – I call to you. I need your authentic healing.
-Kimberly Willingham
Matthew 10:26-27
So do not be afraid of them. There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known.What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight; what is whispered in your ear, proclaim from the roofs.
