Xapa to the World

Poem: Dreams in Church
June 13th, 2004

My eyes begin to sink behind the iron lids
The many seats before me blur to gray
The backs of the heads fade away til one remains
Just the one head turns to face me
Loving eyes and understanding
Rises and walks while all stands still
And sits beside me smiling
We sit and talk and laugh a little
We read my Bible for a while
His gentle hand mine holds softly
His voice like lullaby is lulling
Peace and quiet are his eyes
“Amen” and smile on my face
A nudge from the side and a purse hits my head
Muttered apology and weakened knees
Wobbling to the back door
Glancing back up to the altar
Seeing that one head smile still

– Sarah ><>
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June 13, 2004
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 ><>
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May 26, 2004
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 ><>
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May 25, 2004

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