Emptiness Without Jesus II
Posted: Sunday, September 18, 2011
by Marijo Phelps
Emptiness Without Jesus II
So Blows the Wind
Wind blows the leaves to keep them awake
There are so many on a tree, yet they all blow together.
In that big tree, the one outside your window
There must be one near, are the leaves awake?
It is so very far away that I cannot see.
I can only wish that someday the wind, which blows
On you now will blow on us again, together.
The time must come for all goodbyes
In closing I'd just like to say
It's been nice knowing you
And now I'll be on my way
When am I coming back to YOU?
You might never see that day.
But chances are awfully good
That sometime again you may
I am life's lonely traveler
Lost in a world of non
Don't you try to look for me
'Cuz tomorrow I might be gone.
The winter is almost here right now
The cold is about to come
I am freezing with the frost
Feeling nothing as I get numb.
The frozen in me would be thawed
And happiness abide
If in love my voice would resound
And rush back to my side
If my own ears it would astound
And finally set me free
Then and only then would peace abide in me.
Precious Things
Pearls and love are so much the same,
They can be pure white or black with shame.
The flaws in the pearls
Are like the flaws in love;
The harder you look
The more there are of.
So think before you try to prove
Your love's stand,
You might find all that it rests on
Is a small grain of sand.
Poems written before I met the Lord Jesus.
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Marijo Phelps,saved by Jesus grace in 1974, from 9 years atheism into His loving arms. She is wanting to spread the good news about His redemptive plan for our lives through written media. Her name is pronounced Mary Jo. She was an RN for 23+ years, missionary with YWAM,statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ 9 years. Her first poem published when she was four years old. (her mom had much to do with that!) She has been writing ever since.
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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)This poem was obviously wrung out of anguish and a focus on the trivial and the out of focus life. You sense that there is something coming, but the resting in futility leaves a powerful realization. Good work.
Yours, Christofer
These are several in a huge bunch of poems I wrote back before I was an atheist and when I was a professing atheist but you can tell I sensed there was a missing piece, eh?
You were an "Atheist In Waiting", knowing that the King was to call you to the throne, but not being sure why.I am just SO glad that He finally got a hold of me and has never let me go nor forget that I am His!
Very nice, and made me think of a poem I wrote a long time ago, it's in my poetry book on Amazon.com titled "A Winding River".
"Poetry comes from the soul, and lifts the heart."I am glad you enjoyed this! Thanks for your encouragement!
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