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My poem after walking by the ocean: Dance by the Sea


Dance by the Sea

The sea at the bottom the sea at the top

Reflecting each other God ordered its job.

From one end to the other

The colours are made

From darkest to brightest and lightest of shades

With me in the centre the smallest of space

But God gave His breath and made me His race.

So all of this bigness and wonders I see,

I do seem so little, woe dust it is me.

Then like the breakers my Jesus fell down

Spilling his blood like a wave without sound

And out of the darkness he carried me up

To share in His likeness I drank from His cup.

And wonders of wonders saved by the King

Seated in heaven sealed with His ring.

To live now forever come walk here with me

Make Jesus your Saviour and dance by the sea.

ANOTHER POEM I wrote this morning after watching a fisherman sitting like a statue, thinking what?

A  fisherman thinker?

I want to sit there on your spot

Exactly the same to see what you got

In line with your brain

I want what you gain.

You stare out ahead

Not a move, like the dead

But what do you see and what do you think

Your eye is the path to the oceans full link.

Does the water mesmerise you on its hook?

Do you read the movement like a book?

Do you see God there linger?

Drawing patterns with His finger?

Or is there a storm raging in your head?

About things at home and things that you dread?

But the stress will escape

through the rod to the bait

As the sea is the gate

for the patient who wait.

 

My fisherman stranger

Do you know about the manger?

Where God reels us in

To follow now Him

Catch the fish while you can

Then the fish will be man.

Take this hook, line and sinker

My fisherman thinker.

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Bethesda

Ankles anchored in front line waves

eyes mesmerized by  Niagara caves.

The pool of  Bethesda is stirred

My soul in the water emerged.

Each wave to my God subside

Not haphazard, moon hypnotized

Arms splash up in praise

Domino reaction, Mexican wave.

The rhythm of the day

God’s hands shaping clay.

This book called the sea, the Bible and me.

Same Book, new story, from glory to glory

 

 

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About GlendaKempHarper

My name is Glenda Harper. I was Glenda Kemp, the "Snake dancer". When I was in my 20’s, I exposed my body. Now I am in my 60’s, I expose my spirit. visit http://readandpraywithglenda.wordpress.com/about/ for more

2 comments on “My poem after walking by the ocean: Dance by the Sea

  1. That is so beautiful and inspirational my friend, just like you xoxoxo You are an angel from God and he could not be more pleased xoxoxo
    Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom – let your email find you!

  2. That is truly beautiful. You are so talented

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