Thread by @julietkego

Floetry By JulietKego (Praise-poetry)

Today, I found a bouquet of Earth’s 7 poems
resting on my doorsteps
- one for each layer of creation….

The air in Judea came alive
with perfumes of your poems; a hint of humble hibiscus,
giving, gazing gardenias,

#Yeshua✨️#Mindfulness

wise, impish izoras, thorny, red roses, fun and flirty lilies,
a wisp of zany zinnias,
a smiling sunflower,
all laced up in a vase,
filled with the aromas
of your presence, Yeshua
I am Elizabeth,
John danced
in joy in my womb
when you came visiting...

#Yeshua #Mindfulness ✨️

I inhale a fragrance of your words
and exhale secrets from my heart
I hear the soundless secrets,
the angel whispered to me
in fifteen+ sacred mysteries
and I, betrothed to a Carpenter,
will become one who cometh
as the sun rises, after her son rises

#Yeshua #Mindfulness✨️💫

In the crowd, I touched
the hems of your garment.
in your unfolding petals
& in faithful, sturdy stems,
pricked by your rosethorns
piqued, I see all hues of hope
the mystery of you, Yeshua
I bask in this banquet of love
I am a broken woman now healed;
a heart’s hemorrhage ceased.

Sleep floats away to space
The WORD takes her place..💦

A bouquet of your poems
I inhale their perfumes
spicy, sweet, sharp,
stinging, soothing,
and then, stirring me to life
the deep dams burst and
I curl up and weep
I am Martha (Mary's & Laz's sister),
worshipping at your feet

Like a sardine of songs
packed into spaces
their oils pour out
and staining my days
my fingers cannot keep up
with the flood of words I write
I am drowning here
I, a pilgrim, woman of Magdala
watched you, beloved Yeshua,
being nailed to the cross,
and at the tomb, when you arose.

I should have engraved
your poems, only
as temporary tattoos
on my chest. Now I find
your image still here
deeply entrenched,
permanently etched
into the lining of my soul
I am Veronica, you engraved
your face in my heart,
generations will find
your image, in my shroud at Turin.

I cannot wash you out
of the fabric of my being
unless love ends,
or I cease to breathe
now I shall carry you around
with me, all the life of my days
like a mesh of beautifully
knotted, stirring, aches
I am Bethsheba, cleansed anew,
as I bathe under the light
of your loving gaze.

Yesterday, I found a bouquet
of Earth’s 7 poems
resting on my doorsteps
- one for each layer of creation

Sleep floats away
and love takes her place.

Today,I woke up to the sounds
of 7 poems singing out loud
Their joy, a reminder
of your love, Yeshua, via dolorosa.

© JulietKego