In Return

Often I find that I have to pause or look backwards to see the blessings God has sent my way, especially in times of change. Like the leper who was healed by Jesus and returned to say thank you (Luke 17:11-19), let us remember to go back and give praise for our blessings.

God bless

“In Return”

God, I have meant to send to you 
    so many words in prayer, but
they have gotten churned up and lost
           in the traction of busy days.

I return to You now to say:
        thank you.
like the ten lepers, each of us walks away
      ready for the next thing,
but the lesson is in the return:
     when we walk back over our
     rushed footsteps, we face You again
          waiting in the road. 

Lord, the blessings I have
      tumble around me, treasures 
I have not had the time to fully
     understand—but I know
     they are precious.

I carry the new gifts you’ve given me
     down the road again, with
     grace and gratitude:
                              I wear new skin.

 
 
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Why I Write

Hello everyone,
 
I wrote this poem by request for a theme at church one week about the creative gifts of the congregation. I was asked to think about why I write poetry, and here is one answer.
 
God bless
 

“Why I write”
 
I write to 
      catch holy moments from the air
  like blowing seeds on the wind,
           to plant them on paper
                 and watch ink spread in spring leaves
                          every passersby can see.
 
I write to connect
        other wondering, doubting,
               aching people who are
                       waiting across a 
                          divide of silence,
                          unsure what to say
                                  anymore,
  to a truth and a love
       that lifts spirits with a healing song. 
 
I write to ask,
       to learn,
  to pray,
     and to seek
the Great and Holy Word 
        and leave a bookmark behind
so someone might read about
           who freed my heart.
 
Letters form my path
   forward, marking milestones,
mourning losses.
 
I write to 
    ask questions from my depths
to write out my doubts,
    face them.
 
I write to talk
    to God:
       a paper dialog where the Word
     meets the beginning words of a
            child learning. 
 
Into a canopy I can sit beneath
     and pray
I write to speak when my tongue fails me
      I write to ask questions,
           I write to sing simple silent joys.
I write to celebrate, mourn, 
      wonder, doubt, and grow.
I write to explore
      the Word so vast and intricate
that even a brush with its truth
        loosens fountains of letters
    from me.  
 
I write because we were born
        from the Word 
             and the Word is still speaking.

 
 
 
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Why I Write by Briana Batty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.