His embrace - [Poem]

This is my attempt to convey into words the sense of security and devotion we experience when in His embrace even if only for a second.


His embrace is like a paper clip,
tangible and closing in.
It holds the A4 of me together,
even the margins of my awkward limbs.

I fit into His arms, like a built in wardrobe,
where everything has it's eternal place
shelved and organised, when I look to His face.

I can see things differently
from the warmth of His chest,
The smoke finally clears,
I'm no longer left to guess.

His arms fold around me,
more tightly than origami.
But, here in this folding
He knows I'm still withholding.

So, 
as I breathe out the ashes of my striving,
He lifts up my head with attention undivided.

He whispers in my ear and I almost
don't hear,
as my blood performs, it's attempted escape
from it's venous constraint.
But still through the bloody uproar His words pierce
the surface of my core.

"I. Love. You."

There. It is finished.
8 letters, and I'm undone.

I'm the island
in His sea of arms
and there's nowhere left to run.

In His acceptance, more gratifying than speech,
He is my shore of certainty, and hope is now 
my beach.

Forever will He hold me up,
like a hanger on a coat,
and constantly He will whisper:

"No, you did not misquote."





 © 

The truth is. - [Poem]

Sometimes when I say ‘You alright?’

I know that you are not.

And I know that you know, that you are not.

So when did we become so vague and insecure,

Never saying what we feel, but always acting so ‘pure’

Of heart and mind

Always wanting to be kind

Yet failing blindly.

It’s all because we've forgotten who we are,

We’re focussed on what we do,

So God seems so distant

 and afar.

But the truth is

He never left.

When you felt pain that time?

He felt the same.

When you spoke those unkind words,

He loved you all the same.

When you left that person out and sought out

The attention for yourself

He knew that He could help.

But why didn’t we let Him?

Why?

Because we were too hung up,

 on trying to do it for ourselves,

Never wanting to seem

 needy,

lonely

or in doubt.

But God looks at our heart and He knows us so well.

So next time that I ask you, ‘You alright?’

I’ll stop and I’ll sit tight,

And I’ll wait and I’ll wait until you say

Actually

How you feel.

And when I say ‘I’ll pray’

I’ll do it there and then.

Shout it out loud or whisper it in my head,

All the same.

 I know that this mandate,

To Love everyone is real and

It’s never too late.

So next time you ask me, if I'm ‘alright’

I’ll answer you honestly,

I’ll not put up a fight.

I’ll not put up a façade,

Or hide my cards.

I’ll let you see what God is doing, has done and is yet to do,

Because after all  He is,

The Only One,  

The Beloved Son,

The complete wholeness of love,

To whom we’re all undone,

We’re all His works in progress yet complete at the same time,

So let’s stop pretending

And share the truth of our lives.