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Cistern

I need you. Rainfall come. Cistern-like, I crave you. Created for you, I will store you in my depths. You are my treasure, my wisdom. I will hide you in the secret depths. Rainfall come. Fill me. Flood me. Overflow me. What I can’t hold, I’ll give To the dry, dusty ground But fill me.Continue reading “Cistern”

There is blue in the room

There’s blue in the room It stretches thin to cover all And seeps like fog along the floor Building shades up the walls and cabinets And crawls and claws Like some sideways crab Into the corners of the eye.

Psalm 2

I will trust the Lord. My heart does not understand His ways Nor can my mind follow his designs. His artist’s skill surpasses my conception And his plans overwhelm my anticipation. Yet I will empty myself before Him; I will wait on His Word with hope. God is the sole keeper of my life; WithoutContinue reading “Psalm 2”

This Sea

This sea is decidedly of an autumn tone – Insistent in its abuse of the beach – Lashed by its mate the wind. Even the gulls are muted by their din. The sun and sky and green-gold fields around me Still speak of summer in like tones of the gulls— Muted and beginning to loseContinue reading “This Sea”

Liberty

Starch resistant survivors scratching existence out of mountain sides, Turning rocks into bread and weeping as covetous kings steal lambs, Will rise like rivers and sweep restraint into the sea. Liberty is a peasant woman seeking to feed her children And she teaches them first to die Before surrendering to the oppression of the un-likeminded,Continue reading “Liberty”

A Lament

You are there when hope fails. As relentless as dust in the desert. You, the architect of Artic desolation, Biding time with plans For the expanse of a soul laid bare. Is it not still enough now? Must more be planed from my ruin? Can’t You, the above all You, build with spoiled stone, WithContinue reading “A Lament”

Table

Joy is in the wheeling gulls at play above the surf. Peace is in the quilt of sun laid across the day. Bliss to feel the sun and hear the waves. Bliss to watch the flags flap, flap in lazy fits. In company of idlers, malingerers us all, Sipping drafts of beauty unbridled, With timeContinue reading “Table”

Sunrise Tilts

Sunrise tilts to anoint the tree tops And, slow as cold oil, runs down their trunks and boughs To splash chimneys and rooftops in ochre. It latches onto the day and, pulling itself above The horizon, snatches color out of night. Copyright 2013 Jessica R. Venable

Elegy for the Almost

The door has closed on you and me. I watched it swing in the soft wind Of passing time and lost intent Until it softly settled shut Into the jamb and quenched the last Slight chance of passing through a hand Or, more, a look to catch a glance That held, leaving immutable Imprints, behindContinue reading “Elegy for the Almost”

Unstopping People

Ocean waves lapping at toes Straining against the known, Pushing in, pressing on sand. Searching for that sliver’s edge, New worlds calling, Against the seam between water and heaven. Unstopping people at the edge— Goshen-dreamers sketching Zion on the sky— With milk and honey hopes, like so many Diamonds pressed true to pay the way,Continue reading “Unstopping People”