I am a mountain
He has chosen
to move.
Worthless to all but Him.
He saw the value
of a rock hard clump of dirt.
He saw the beauty
of every grain.
He saw the worth.
It rained
and still the cold hard earth
would not be softened,
would not move.
The rain continued on
for an eternity
and slowly the wind prevailed.
The seed became soaked in the wet
and the cold of the ground.
The mountain slid
just a wee bit at first....
But under His mighty hand
and He knowing its worth
moved me.
I am still a mountain that
He has chosen to move.
Now though, though I may
still be worthless in another’s eyes
my worth is found in that
I allow Him to move this mountain
as far, as wide, as deep
as He should choose.
You see, He has faith in me,
Sees what no one else has ever seen.
He loves me…one tiny seed….
and it has moved me,
yes, even changed me.
De'Anna West (April 2006) ©
Friday, November 14, 2008
WALK ABOUT
The freshness of the morning light,
towers above our spirits like today’s gift.
It is precious to my heart
because it means that I am alive for today
and breathing.
That is a gift. A gift given to me by the Creator
of the Universe.
I always smile when I hear how man has
discovered a new thing or a new way;
a galaxy never seen before by human eyes.
If they would but close their eyes and ask
the Creator of the Universe
He would gift them with a new sight,
and a new way to see.
They could split atoms with their spirit,
and walk ancient paths that some humans
already gifted with that sight
have already seen.
They miss the wonder of it all
because of their explanations
and their way of thinking everything has one.
Some things you cannot explain
you just sit in the glory and majesty of it all.
You become a person of insight.
A person who realizes that when you see
the day break
and the night shift
that it is a gift.
You get to walk in your physical body
once again. You get to come back from the
walk about and praise God in this sense
today and breath.
De’Anna L. West © 2008
towers above our spirits like today’s gift.
It is precious to my heart
because it means that I am alive for today
and breathing.
That is a gift. A gift given to me by the Creator
of the Universe.
I always smile when I hear how man has
discovered a new thing or a new way;
a galaxy never seen before by human eyes.
If they would but close their eyes and ask
the Creator of the Universe
He would gift them with a new sight,
and a new way to see.
They could split atoms with their spirit,
and walk ancient paths that some humans
already gifted with that sight
have already seen.
They miss the wonder of it all
because of their explanations
and their way of thinking everything has one.
Some things you cannot explain
you just sit in the glory and majesty of it all.
You become a person of insight.
A person who realizes that when you see
the day break
and the night shift
that it is a gift.
You get to walk in your physical body
once again. You get to come back from the
walk about and praise God in this sense
today and breath.
De’Anna L. West © 2008
Violence
Violence across the globe is
striking out with a vengeance
as weary followers of a supposed ‘good’
listen and recoil in shame over
the lies that people tell each other.
Just as violent they say…..
Is the man with a gun,
or a knife.
Their violence claim the followers,
is at least more honest,
more blatant,
less cruel.
De’Anna L. West ©
striking out with a vengeance
as weary followers of a supposed ‘good’
listen and recoil in shame over
the lies that people tell each other.
Just as violent they say…..
Is the man with a gun,
or a knife.
Their violence claim the followers,
is at least more honest,
more blatant,
less cruel.
De’Anna L. West ©
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