Just a couple of poems to share...just like art, they are shared with great trepidation as one reveals inner layers of the soul.
Be Silent!
Manicured lawns can not compare
With designed disorder.
Manufactured silence is a sham
Revealed in Creator’s playfulness.
True silence is active amazement.
Full concentration rendered as love
Returns as a warm breath stirring my soul,
A gentle Father’s hand on my shoulder.
Steve Scarrow
Spirit Filled
Gently applied oil, penetrating comfort brings.
Deepest longing met with warmth.
Fearful doubting crushed by assurance.
Empty wandering filled with Presence.
Like a deep sigh Spirit fills.
Missing parts come out of darkness.
A gentle earth shattering roar.
In the oil…the smell of Jesus.
Steve Scarrow
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