Intercession
On the nature of daylight's surrender...
Newborn baby arms outstretched in primitive caves they were etched Oh celestial city suspended hands lay bare the river of our gently treading plans Ten/forty hemispheres of imperious yesteryears Tigers crouching gazelles running winds humming through plains and fields dream keeping ballerina leaping homes floating lands swelling sunlight pouring melancholy tears Our fears of empty rooms stolen hearts and years Strife, life drowning in joyous sorrow ours to borrow Intercession unearthed in slow rebirth's surrender on the Throne of hopes and dreams Maker intervene the swaddled infant through future generation's eternal music of nations gliding over mama's tears Souls coinciding salt of our lands elderly hands cherub skin under Your wing Birds of sky flickering by barrier islands book of psalms song of the sea parting debris traveling moving diffusing Plummeting sounds hare and hounds rising, rising as it scatters all God's matter o'er the shadowlands of trees, rivers great Appalachia horse and plow Palms inward to Yours our feet and Yours our path the aftermath Yours our words the gospel heard under howling moons where heaven blooms and earth resumes on the nature of daylight's surrender.
Recently I read a story, from Samaritan’s Purse, about a young mother in the Appalachias of Western North Carolina, wading through waist high water, with family and friends during the recent Hurricane Helene. Hoping to survive, a home suddenly cut loose from it’s foundation. Debris was heading in their direction, as they were passing a two-week old infant baby above them. With the water rising, the mother called out to God and surrendered her life to Jesus, asking Him to save her baby as this was happening. They all survived. I felt so completely overwhelmed that I heard the word “intercession” and began to write. During this time I was listening to one of my favorite classical music composers, Max Richter, and this song came on. I often write alongside of music. I hope you can play it and feel the world, it’s pains and rebirths.
Lately, I’ve been struggling with my own heart. Buried pain that has resurfaced. I haven’t known what to do with it, except for to write it out and open it up to…
intercession.
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Matthew 5:4
That’s an incredible story. Praise God. I am saddened to hear you are struggling; I hope things turn around soon. Keep pouring it out into words, it is a beautiful thing you’ve created through your heart sickness . Hugs ❤️
Sorry to hear you’re struggling, lovely. As I was telling my son this weekend, it’s all about channeling your energy in the right places I think. That and gratitude. And you do both so well. So more of the same hey? You can ride this through and help others do the same with your creative endeavours xx