Mariane Doktor, servant and writer

A journey in creativity and faith

Category: Poetry (page 2 of 4)

A world of drops

What if we slow down
Turn off the TV, radio and cell phone
Walk in stead of running
Stop
and see

 

The dew in the grass
Raindrops
bladdråberMoist stalks
Drops on the glass
The plop of the tap
Drops of
Coffee
Vegetable oil, grease
At the bottom of the pan

 

People
Sweat
Blood
Wounds
Scars
Snot

Humans
Tears
Compassion
Anxiety
Weariness
Worries
Pain
Grief
Thankfulness
Laughter
Joy
The creation

God
Sees his creation
“Everything is beautiful and good”
God sees every drop
He see it’s beautiful
God loves his creation

I’mpossible

I’m sitting by the keyboard when I meet a precipice. Mission impossible. Not the movie. Impossible? Wrong. Mission I AM possible. From where does the A come? From the alphabet, from the piano, from the chamber music? From the abstract? No. From the absurd? No. From the accusative? From calling on Abba? Yes. It’s God Father, who says I AM possible. I AM. I’m a possibility. To me everything is possible, God says. YAHWEH. He is the one He says He is. Powerful, strong, full of strength. So strong he can choose to be powerless, he can choose to die, to humiliate himself, he can choose to sacrifice himself. His grace is unconditional, his love is unlimited. He can forgive. He can move mountains. He can move borders. He can love the unloved. He is so holy that he loves everyone. He loves his creation infinitely. Unconditionally. Passionately. He died, but overcame death, sin, devil. He is the strongest. He is strength. God almighty.
But I am weak. Small. Powerless. Fragile. Full of sin. Full of shame. Full of thorns. I’m not a good person.
But I look at Jesus. I become silent.

 

thorns

He is near

Close to me
like a breeze
He breathes
whispering
embracing
giving lights
heats me
talks quietly
awakens me
He makes me alive

The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. (Psalm 145:18)

Sun shining in heart

In Christ

The nun is fired
The princess and the sex monster are forgotten
The broken glass is gone
The veil for my eyes is removed
I have a new mirror
I see Christ in the mirror
I see myself
I see Mariane, woman
God’s beloved child
precious in my Father’s eyes
free and righteous in Christ
reconciled to God in Christ
a new creation in Christ
I see Mariane in Christ
the glory of the Lord
(5 Cor 5:17-21 and 2 Cor 3:16-19)

A sight

The wind squeezes
through the clouds
pushes the thin branches
pulls the garden door
Rain
I remember
a sight:
The sun is shining
on the glass
A sunbeam
on every raindrop
Pearls of shadows on the windowsill
Sunshine in my living room
Drops of grace
on my fingertips
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