Xapa to the World – Page 43

Xapa to the World

Poem: Little Lightning Bug
This is another one of my children’s poems. I love lightning bugs, and they usually start coming out in June (which is another reason it is my favorite month). This poem is just my tribute to them. The rhyme scheme is: abccb adccd etc. Enjoy!

June 16th, 2004

Hello there, little lightning bug
Can you help me find my home?
I’ve lost the way
Through fields of gray
Looking at this bright blue dome

Don’t be frightened, little lightning bug
I don’t mean you any harm
I meant to say
I’d like to play
For this night is very warm

What’s that? Little lightning bug
Are you glad you found a friend?
Just for today
In my hands you’ll stay
I’m afraid the light should end

Can this be, little lightning bug?
We’ve found my home at last
The moon lit the way
I’ll be back to say
Goodnight when the night has past

Sarah ><>
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June 16, 2004
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 Son I Send You
This poem….I don’t know how to describe it. I was going to a real earthy kind of feel with it. The lines of repeating words are to feel like echoes…emphasizing the verbs in the previous lines. It’s from God’s perspective to us. I hope you like it:
My Son I Send You
May 31st, 2004
I’m calling for you
Calling, calling
Longing for you
Longing, longing
My love I send you
Sending, sending
Your heart, I’ll mend you
Mending, mending
I dread what ends you
Dreading, dreading
I’ll tread this for you
Treading, treading
My Son I send you
Sending, sending
My child, I love you
Loving, loving
– Sarah ><>
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May 31, 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
Poem: Contentment
May 22, 2004

Contentment
Isn’t settling
It’s surrendering
To Sovereignty

A better plan
Than I could think up
To fill this cup
Even overflowing

My heart has joy
Handing over dreams
As hard as it seems
To the Dreammaker

The result is precious
Never bargained for
This is far more
I stand in awe

– Sarah ><>
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May 22, 2004
Poem: Kansas
March 25th, 2004

Kansas, Kansas
There’s nothin’ to do
‘Cept pick at yur shoe
After you walk thru
A field with cow dooh

Kansas, Kansas
Yur so far away
I wish I could stay
N maybe git to play
In a pile of hay

Sarah ><>
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March 25, 2004
Poem: For Katie
March 24th, 2004

You’re so far away
The pain is so near
The tears in her eyes
Reveal all her fears

Bring her in close
In Your arms everlasting
The hope in her eyes
Shows it’s not passing

You make it alive
This soul shadow-covered
The love in her eyes
Reflects that discovered

Awaken her spirit
To Your will so sincere
The joy in her eyes
Lets her know You are near.

– Sarah ><>
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March 24, 2004
Poem: Broken Body
March 17, 2004

*For Larry and Jean Elliot, Karen Watson, and David and Carrie McDonnall

You say we are a body; we all make up You
Is that why I hurt inside
When I hear this news?
They were Your fingers; they were Your toes.
My soul aches to have lost them.
Yet Your body is complete.
Satan breaks it, but You make it whole.
He drives nails through it,
And a spear in Your side, breaking Your heart.
But You are forever, and forever reign.
Thy will be done down here.
Prove Your mighty plan…
A broken body here on earth
Is finally restored in Your glory!

– Sarah ><>
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March 17, 2004
Poem: Crystal Tears
March 1st, 2004

Crystal from the clouds –
Mirrors of a truth mostly ignored.
The mud, left from the snow
So willingly smeared on our faces, arms, and legs,
Sometimes forming pictures of the past.
We bare them like trophies,
Longing for some sympathy.
Bathing in the glory of the filth,
Blinded by the murky water –
Blinded to the possibility of cleanliness.
The clear rain falls, as Your tears cover us.
One clings to my hand, smudges and erases the stain.
Hope of a coming glory pours into the heart as Your tears of joy fall –
Realization of imminent perfection.
Made clean by Your tears.

– Sarah ><>
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March 1, 2004