No Room for Distractions

Her focus is solely on the birth.

For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.

Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.

You have no room for distractions.”

She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-

Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.

Not all understand this drive to the extreme;

It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.

She is on a mission.

To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.

By Sheyda Irani

What All Heroes Do

I watched you care:

You encouraged the shattered

You stitched up the wounded

Rebuilt the fallen hero

Your faith quenched their arrows

 

I watched you fight:

You carried the exhausted

You reported the assaulted

Protected the innocent

Your armor was not militant

 

I watched you lead:

You steered thru scattered ruins

You advanced out of confusion

Restrained the hostile ones

Your heart preached from other tongues

 

Words of Exhortation

I want to encourage you with the same words I received last week from my pastor.  And that is, “You are in transition.  God will not allow you to fall.”

Transition can take many forms: for instance, labor.  The experience can be one of intense pain, practically unbearable.  But you know the pain won’t last forever and at the end lies the greatest reward.  Or, it can be quick and sudden like changing gears in a car.  Or, it can be long and gloomy with no light at the end of the tunnel.  In the midst of darkness, you lose sight of God’s presence and feel He has abandoned you.

But I’m here to tell you saints, Don’t Give Up!  I’ve learned that no matter how uncomfortable the period of transition is- change is a good thing.  That is how things evolve into something new: a caterpillar into a butterfly; an embryo into a fetus; an egg into a chick.  Therefore, don’t resist the process of transition: trust it and embrace it with gladness.  The ultimate goal is to become like Jesus.  So, surely God will not allow you to fall!

The Church Window

Every Sunday I watch out my church window

Thinking something will move, something out there will change

But the cold air in February freezes time,

So, I rest soundly on HIS creation in the meantime

The clouds become my pillow

 

Every Sunday I stare out my church window

Hoping I catch a revelation, maybe from a swaying twig or two…I do

the white brisk sky illuminates dusty limbs

I see branches with life extend

from my lungs and trees, I take a breath

Breathing for my existence to continue.  I say thank you…

 

Every Sunday I can’t ignore my church window

There’s a surprise waiting for me, this I know

Meanwhile, the stillness creates a melody for me to hear

Tunes from my secret heart, I listen for the intro

I Am Calm is the song; because I stared out my church window 20180217_143131.jpg