Xapa to the World

Category: Missions

My heart is out there, hence, my poetry is as well.

  • Poem: Bring Us Together Again

    August 13th, 2004

    It’s so sad
    To be leaving these faces
    They were my home
    For such a long time
    A piece of their heart
    Has filled in the space that’s left
    From the piece that they took
    To call their own

    Papa, You are in control of all
    And Your hand directs both hearts and time
    So if Your heart is willing
    Bring us together once again

    It might not be soon
    Or even this lifetime
    When their faces I’ll see
    Coming near
    If You’d have it be
    In heaven I’ll greet them
    And Your glory we’ll see
    With hand in hand

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: My Macedonia

    This poem is based on my personal life experiences as well as an occasion in the Bible:  Acts 16:6-10.  In this passage, Paul is desperate to get into Bithynia, but the Holy Spirit won’t allow him to enter into that countryside.  So, they (Paul, Silas, and possibly Timothy) go down to Troas and there Paul has a dream about a Macedonian man, beckoning Paul to come down to him.  Paul determines that God wants them to minister among those in Macedonia, so he goes…it’s there that he meets Lydia, and she and her whole house are converted.

    The place where it seems God has not and will not allow me to go is Nepal.  I’m not sure why, but I think that door is shut to me, and my only impact is on lives here in the US and prayer.  BUT, God has replaced the burning passion for Nepal with a dream and desire for China.  This is my poem to that…describing the oddity of such a transfer of feelings.  It’s beyond my will, but I know that I must go.

    May 26th, 2004

    These dreams of mine
    I give to You
    My heart and eyes
    Settle on Nepal

    Yet my ears hearken
    To a shushed voice calling
    Still, not weak
    Steady from the East

    My eyes look north
    But are drawn eastward
    As if in a dream
    Where is it from?

    My foot steps north
    Yet falls in the East
    My arm reaches north
    But is grasped from the East

    Macedonia has a new face
    The eyes, thin
    Faces yellow
    Eyes yearning for love.

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: The Oak and the Cardinal

    I was sitting in my car at a park and I was watching a cardinal fly from the branches of a bunch of the trees in front of me.  It made me think of a poem, and here it is.  I was just about to head off for my big trip in a month or so, therefore a message was on my mind, Missions.  The seed of the Gospel, those who stay, those who go…the necessity of both.  Enjoy.

    May 25, 2004

    A rush of wind
    Urges the trees to move forward
    The stubborn branches grasp their leaves with resolve
    The roots go deep
    Settled from long ago
    Dare to move the great oak.

    “How I long to be a bird,”
    Says the lowest branch.
    “To fly so freely,
    To be swept away, carried by the wind.”

    The cardinal lights on the branch,
    Plucks some seed from its clutch.
    One falls to the ground where the tall oak stands.
    The rest flit off with the cardinal,
    Finding a new home
    And new soil.

    Sarah ><>