Life and Death Speak

© Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

 

The waters overpower us
With ruinous waves so high;
We cling tightly to each other
As lifeless bodies float by.

“Mama! Mama! Help me!”
My little one cries out;
My strength is waning fast
Numbing pain releasing doubt.

Up and down, back and forth
The waves shake us like dolls;
We spit out water to take in air
As the tide our spirit mauls.

My eyes are stuck wide open
My fingers glued to her coat;
She no longer screams “Mama!”
Utter silence swathes her throat.

Prayers of anguish gurgle forth
Amidst the roaring sea spray;
“Oh, my God!” “Help me, Lord!”
Become epithets spoken today.

Menial things matter not anymore
Squabbles are quickly laid aside;
Many to-do’s or forgotten sins
Are swigs for the ravenous tide.

There’s lots of dying, Dear one,
Enough to sate death’s thirst;
Life is clinging to another breath
Till you think you’ll surely burst.

Is this the true “Amen” corner
When all of life is predated?
When the Almighty speaks His word
And reclaims what He’s created?

So be it… from dawn to setting sun;
Life and death speak with one voice:
So be it…Lord Jesus, please come!

[Written on the fourth day after a massive earthquake and ensuing tsunami devastated Japan’s people.]

Ever After

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved

 

I will remember the works of the Lord; surely I will remember Your wonders of old.  I will also meditate on all Your work and talk of Your deeds. 

Ps.  77:11, 18

 

My spirit stands in awe of Your creations, O God.  (Genesis 1 through Genesis 2)  You spoke and they were so. 

 

“Let there be . . .

Light

Firmaments

Waters

Dry land

Earth

Grass, herbs, seeds and trees

Lights in the firmaments

Marine life

Flying creatures

Beasts of the fields

Man & woman.

Vs.  31. And God saw every thing that He had made and, behold, it was very good.”

 

This is like a Once Upon a Time story. 

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  John 1:1  

How awesome is this God, this Creator! 

Just imagine what is in store when “ they lived happily forever and ever.”

 

Amen!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly Rubble

 

 

 

 

Psalm 42

 

“As the hart panteth after the water brooks,

So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God,

When shall I come and appear before God?

My tears have been my food day and night,

While they continually say unto me, “Where is thy God?”

When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me

For I had gone with the multitude.

I went with them to the house of God

With the voice of joy and praise,

With a multitude that kept holyday.” (KJV)

 

The hart has had a successful season.  Filled with ample sustenance, he has fulfilled his earthly purpose.  He has avoided the hunters, fought off the young bucks seeking to steal his harem, and propagated his seed throughout the herd.  Drained to the core from these arduous struggles, he seeks respite; winter looms on the horizon.  He pants for the cool, spring waters that once burst forth from the hillside brooks, finding instead scant, stagnant provisions.  Snorting into the air with a sullen spirit, he realizes that the time of refreshing is far off.

 We live prosperous lives, sated with food, shelter, and clothing, but at what a price.  Prosperity sprang a leak and faded away; the springs of youth dried up.  Strength fails, family and friends come and go, and our faith–our elusive hope in God—is now merely a fractured image.  Struggling with life’s issues, our physical and spiritual reserves depleted, we need the soul-refreshing waters that only God provides. 

 “Return our youth, our wealth, family and friends.  O God, even you have fled our sight!”  Clinging tightly to our yesterdays, our hearts are disquieted within us.   We need to fling off the fears that blind us; focus on the hope that is of God.  Expect to see Him who blesses us so abundantly.  He is the god of the living, not of the dead. While we draw breath, there is always hope.

 Memories (experiences) are a tool to remind us of God’s benevolence and surety.  We haven’t lost him or his blessings.  There’s more!  He brought us this far and will not abandon us in the shallows.  Go out into the depths.  Live for the moment, for it will soon pass.  Whether it brings praise or pain, wealth or health, food or fasting, family or friends– God is with us still.   

 Are you having a desert time?  Are you in the hour of your life when you desire more from the Giver of life?  That’s good!  “Nurture our souls, Lord, as we thirst after you!  May we pant after you as if our very lives depended upon it.”

 Perhaps that is the reason for desert times–the times of shallowness of spirit–the dreadful fear that haunts our souls.  With our tormented spirits, we scream, “I’ve lost you, God!  Where are you, Lord?” 

We’ve been too busy eating, drinking, and being merry. All too suddenly we look around the rubble of our lives and sense the Giver of life.  Has it been so long that we looked upon him that we no longer see him?  I wonder.

 

 

AMEN!

Tsunami foam at Bondi Icebergs outside Sydney

Image via Wikipedia

 

Amen!

©Jeanne E. Webster

 

The waters overpower us

With ruinous waves so high;

We cling tightly to each other

As lifeless bodies float on by.

 

“Mama! Mama! Help me!”

My little one cries out;

My strength is waning fast

Numbing pain releasing doubt.

 

Up and down, back and forth

The waves shake us like dolls;

We spit out water to take in air

As the tide our spirit mauls.

 

My eyes are stuck wide open

My fingers glued to her coat;

She no longer screams “Mama!”

Utter silence swathes her throat.

 

 

Prayers of anguish gurgle forth

Amidst the roaring sea spray;

“Oh, my God!” “Help me, Lord!”

Become epithets spoken today.

 

Menial things matter not anymore

Squabbles are quickly laid aside;

Many to-do’s or forgotten sins

Are swigs for the ravenous tide.

 

There’s lots of dying, Dear one,

Enough to sate death’s thirst;

Life is clinging to another breath

Til you think you’ll surely burst.

 

Is this the true “Amen” corner

When all of life is predated?

When the Almighty speaks His word

And reclaims what He’s created?

 

So be it… from dawn to setting sun;

Life and death speak with one voice:

So be it…Lord Jesus, please come!

 

[written on the fourth day after the massive earthquake and ensuing tsunami devastates Japan’s people.]