Normally I wouldn’t post something that hasn’t been tweaked and polished. My last spoken word poem, “The Invitation“, has been fairly well received though, so I wanted to give you a sneak peak at my next project. It is called “The Journey”. It is based on my original poem “Weary Heart, Holy Ground“, but I wanted to take us deeper into the life of Jesus, and explore what it means to have communion with him in his life and death. When it’s finished it should be twice as long at what’s already here.
I hope it encourages you!
Who are you when you’re in the dark?
When heaven in silent and just a spark
Or whisper is all you’d need to want to take
Another breathe, but you’re a crystal about to break?
Go on down to the silent place,
You who dare to seek God’s face.
For it may be you’ll find down there
An answer for that load you bear.
Stop not at the convenient spot
You’ve been before, for God is not
A landmark on a religious map,
Or a brew poured from some preacher’s tap.
Continue on with your open sores
To solitary haunted shores
Where human voices utter not
One breath of what a true God aught
To do or say or even be,
Except that He once died for thee.
Sit awhile in the cold dark tomb-
That barren place that became the womb
Of every hope we ever had,
And the death of all that makes men mad,
For that is where our God is found.
Your weary heart is holy ground.
Three days will pass or maybe more
‘Til angels move the great stone door
Locked tight against the morning sun.
But that first crack of light will stun
Lies hell has placed within your mind.
Walk out free and leave behind
The shame, the fear; let them rest
And walk out into Easters best.
Take whatever is left of you
Discard the lie, embrace the true.
Meet in the garden of your soul
A man who makes the broken whole.
You may not recognize at first
The one we crucified and cursed,
But hope will rise like an ancient flame
The first time that he calls your name.