My Hearts Voice

My Hearts Voice

My hearts voice

Unable to be silent

Stir me within

Bring my soul to rest

In your deep content

River of grace

Flowing into every fiber

Of my being

Awakening, reviving

Restoring, acclaiming

Total resurrection

How precious to address

The soul-stirred repentant sinner

Embracing our womanly essence

Standing in awe

Rejoices in silent exuberance

Not a fragment left untouched

Precious moments hidden in

Him of night

A gossamer radiance in the dawn

Rippling to the surface

Nothing strained

But stretched

To behold

His playful flirting

With a mischievous passion

Now you see me- now you don’t

3 30 07

The Secret Places of my Heart

The Secret Places of my Heart

Come shine your light

In the cobwebby corners

Of a heart that is willing to

Grow today

You uncover a gem

Where once was but dust

A loaf where was only a crust

Come dwell in that place

And fill it with warmth

Where once was gloomy and bare

And the cold made the shivers

Run right up my spine

While my head said

I’m abandoned and spare

Hold my hand and my heart

While I bleed out my wrong

The pettiness, shallow and vain

Clear the air, clear the room

Where used to dwell

Where I once lived, sullen with gloom

Oh, shine out your light

While eyes sparkle and glow

With a smile on my lips

A light stepping heart, and a head

From which beauty and truth flow

Oh, great spirit, giver of life

Birth in me an acceptance

That all your gifts are good

Even the spider on my bathroom

Floor and maybe, I don’t have

To move it, or fear it.

Comfort me and it, oh God

of laughter

1/13/11

I am in a Good Spot

I am in a Good Spot

I am in a good spot, Dot

Hope you are too, Lou

This is a spiritually fit place, Grace

Nothing more to do

  How about you?

Reaching and touching

Is what we do best

Grieving all  our loss

Working with the rest

Finding our safe places

Solitude’s a choice

Loneliness is human

But it doesn’t have a voice

When I use the tools

And choose to work the steps

Fear doesn’t rule for long

I’m on a gently upward curve

Not plunging to the depths

Despair and degradation

No longer has my name

Each day’s a resurrection

Though it may feel just the same

As every day before it

I’ve new eyes to see

New ears to hear

Together we’ll explore it

Namaste

Grateful for peaceful acceptance

Of love’s freedom and possibilities

I can always choose love and

Letting go of another’s response

To my “leading with love”

Dona nobis pacem

1 30 11

Light

Light 

Even in darkness light dawns for the upright,

For the gracious and compassionate and righteous one

What a switch from God to cherish and

Welcome your darkness – a time for grieving

Losses to find the shimmering satin

Edged illumination of acceptance

Flowing graciously into hope in

Your time, Lord.

What is upright, Lord?

Is it a truly honest person?

One without an agenda

Nothing to prove

Simply welcoming each new

God grated circumstance

As an opportunity to grow

To experience adventure

Feeling the assurance of your

Holding my hand

Emptying out of self – centered fears

Will I appear foolish, unappreciative?

Needy, ungracious, boring, less than?

Hold me upright, Lord

Let me witness to your goodness

May I co-operate in my own completion

And

Giving glory – out-pour the stewardship

Of love and compassion

How your grace turns self-righteousness

Into righteousness

And stubbornness into gracious surrender

An attitude of gratitude

A posture of submission

Can turn a steely, selfish heart

To hear God’s new commission

11/7/07

An Update on This Blog

Good morning to all who stop by here!

I am the one typing these poems but this blog is not my voice.  It is the voice of Kack Nugent.  These are her poems.  She has trusted me to sort through her journals and choose which entries can be shared with the general public.   The poems I'm entering currently are from the fifth journal I've sorted through.  I haven't finished entering half of them yet.  I volunteered to do this because Kack is in her 80's and technology is not her thing.  It is never done as a chore. That's why I'm not consistent.  I often create the titles although  I don't actually edit the poems but I will put in a missing word in another color and sometimes if she hasn't decided which word she wants to use, I will enter them all in parenthesis. The dates at the bottom of the poems are the dates that I gleaned from the journals on the day they were written.  I truly believe that anybody who writes as prolifically as Kack, is meant to have their writings shared with the public. 

Sincerely, Carmen Davis

My Heart

My Heart

Sadness and gratitude

Occupying the same space

In this hopeful attitude

I can see His face

Is there more inside my heart

As I turn this corner?

I can feel His solace

As I learn to mourn

Letting go of superiority and

Confusion

Thinking I’m an authority

Keeps me in illusion

I don’t know what he is made of

Analyzing keeps me stuck

Wandering in a fear locked maze

Life becomes a bitter haze

Leaving judgement to the courts

And the ones who see their ilk

Frees me from the pain of disdain

Life can be a skein of silk

With which Higher powers than I

Weave a tapestry sublime

I can rest in peace and hope

Lessons learned while others cope

Trusting in His perfect time

5/18/07

What Sustains Me

What Sustains Me

All my assurances are waning

They support me less in what I know

Relaxing in His arms in what sustains me

I move in peace and wonder slowly by slow

The steps I take are not the ones that

Man made

But ones He held out to the wounded heart

The things to do if I would be His

Handmaid

Begins with simply listening for my

Part

The tableau is not one of my directing

I’ll stand in place where only I

Can stand

His smile tells me that He’s the one selecting

My role will be to hold another’s hand

The business that others find attractive

My heart tells me for me is but distracting

In silence and in awe is where I’ll stand

Till He doth gently lead me by the hand

 5/13/07