Posts Tagged: karisa moore

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Resurrection Battle at the Tomb

Forgotten, I greeted you from the remembrances.
My home hollowed from wealth, ready to entertain kings and demons.
You crossed the unclean threshold of my grave, your royal robes billowing in the sea sworn breeze.

 

A crown, only seen by our eyes, testifies to us who you are.
Naked, we claw with rocks at vulnerable flesh, mutilating your earthly jewel.
We’ll make you unrecognizable too. Flesh out God.

Forsaken

Forsaken

 

I scream for
release from day and night horror. While they cried out to
remain fast.
I was a scarred lamb within, and
a roaring lion without.

 

Mighty Samson would not tame we beating beasts.

 

But You, the Son of God, entered my tomb and knocked
the breath out of me.
What man chained you commanded freed.
Clothed in righteousness, I now cling to you.

A demoniac commissioned to share the truth of your
love for mankind.

 

 

(Inspired by Mark 5)

 

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New Light (Sidlak)

 Darkness drapes

 like a thick silence

smothering thought and action

until dawn’s cheeks pink and stretch new light.

Many of you know how much I adore Haiku, so I was excited to discover a new form called Sidlak, 3-5-7-9 syllable lines with a color in the last line. Check out Brad’s Sidlak Moody Blues.

Write a Sidlak and post your link in the comments.

The Eighth Wonder

Chubby toes, arms flailing

in awkward desperation as I cradle your

squirmy body close to nurse. I

trace your smooth face and earnestly search for

traits of your father.

 

Maybe it is your deep gaze that causes my soul to long

for things this world cannot offer.

Or the gentle coos of Word made flesh.

 

There is so much more

To you than I understood. 

I am shaped in your image. And yet you grew in mine.

Your presence is truly

too substantial for me to carry and

so close I can snuggle the cheek of God.

 

 

Choosing Life is the Best Christmas Present

Turning the Page on Suicide-The Best Gift this Christmas is Choosing Life

Read Romans 8 https://www.chirpapp.com/audiopost/WYKQekOKBy

You may feel surrounded by darkness. Turn the Page and discover what God is capable of doing through you.

Gracious Host (101 Words)

I had never tried my hand at flash fiction, but as a poet, I realized that telling a full story in a few words was very similar. I submitted my first story to 101 words and they published Gracious Host. Are you up for the challenge?

An Echo of You in Me

Your bones feel picked dry of hope,

yet still,

truth echoes in the souls you touch.

Poetry Posts every Thursday at 7 pm 

Heaven’s Christmas

I hang fragile memories

on a fragrant tree, while Silent Night

sings lullabies of human

understanding. And I

wonder–What is Christmas

like in heaven?

 

Does the soft glow of windowed candles

flicker for us in prayer, while carolers

harmonize glory hymns to the

Holy One? Do angelic hosts gaze down

upon star topped heavens and

praise God for creation?

 

God, do you laugh deeply as you watch a soul

unwrap heaven like an eager child? Their eyes wide with

wonder as they experience first sounds, vibrant colors.

and run their fingers over the texture of your love.

 

Are we your present, your delight?

 

 

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