Month: August 2015

When Creation Worships: A Moment of Pause and Praise

The sound of crickets through my window at night reminds me of the constant heart of God. The heavens declare His glory and even nature sings a chorus of praise. (Psalm 148) As we are awake, our mouths and hearts sing to His loveliness. But as we rest, those who we deem small, begin to sing a song all their own, for even nature knows the love and care of God. Yeshua Jesus is altogether lovely. Even when tears blur our eyes, or pain bruises our hearts, the worship of Him not only delights Him, but brings healing and peace to us. Take a listen to these two videos. The first is a shorter version with an explanation of how the cricket song came to be, the second is a longer video just filled with natures chorus in worship. ~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

Is It Really That Complicated?: A Quote Day 3 of 3 Day Quote Challenge

Don’t make change too complicated, just begin.”  And this is exactly what I intend to do, begin. For a long while now I have had this feeling that change was coming; change in my personal life, change in my future, change in my writing and art, and of course, change with my blog. When I began this journey, I started it with the intention of harnessing and fanning the flame of the creative light that had reawakened in me in November of 2013. I believe that I have done that, so much so that it has become a raging fire. The thing is, now that the embers are greatly ablaze my purpose seems to have changed. What I needed in the beginning for this blog, (blogging daily, creating random sketches, free writes and musings) is not necessarily what I need now. Now I need to be more focused. I need a strategy to bring about my desired success. For over a year I have been going on about finishing Ascension Graveyard. I have hinted to my …

Inevitable Change: A Quote Day 2 of 3 Day Quote Challenge

Change is inevitable, Growth is optional.”~Unknown (to me) Change. The only time that most people search out change and willingly run with it is when unsavory circumstances have begun to dim the light and joy form their life and they are desperate to get it back. Otherwise, change is seen as the unwelcome guest who showed up at your perfectly numbered dinner party, uninvited. Change requires sacrifice, which generally goes hand and hand with discomfort and for some of us, discombobulation. But change is necessary. It is going to happen whether we like it or not, whether we are prepared or not. Think about an infant in their mother’s womb. Change comes and is without a doubt a straining shock to everything within the infant and around them. But what awaits them at the end of their travailing journey is something far greater. Consider the caterpillar who crawls through life, knowing in the core of their being that they are meant for greater heights. They must burn with the urge to fly at some point. But …

Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt: August 3rd

OPENING LINE (S): “That’ll be 86 bucks, kid. And I don’t take checks. Cash only.” Mr. Lancaster wiped his greasy hands with an even greasier towel. The expression on his face told tale that he didn’t think Harlan was really serious in purchasing the old junker. Boy was he wrong.” RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, (Or one of your own choosing) create a story (or even a poem) within 15 to 20 minutes. Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of this  post to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.” If you do not have a blog of your own send me an email and I will post your lovely words here on my blog. (PLEASE KEEP ENTRIES THAT NEED TO BE POSTED ON THIS BLOG WITHIN A PG13 RANGE. THANK …

Letting Go: A Music Interlude For Healing

You’ve brought me to the end of myself. This has been the longest road. And when my ‘hallelujah’ was tired, you gave me a new song. Now I’m letting go…” If my flesh were to be cut open and my veins to flow freely until they ran dry, the words and supplication of this song would be heard, crying out from the very source of my life. I thank Yeshua Jesus that although it hurts, although it means a new direction, although it means taking time to learn the “me” I forgot and the “me” He is transforming out of what is left of me, I can let go… You remind me Of things forgotten. You unwind me Until I’m totally undone, And with Your arms around me Fear was no match for Your love. Now You’ve won me…” ~Poiema, Poetry in Motion