Monday, September 27, 2010

A Sweet Fragrance .... Shared

One Sunday afternoon, after taking turns reading Proverbs 27 out loud, a friend and I took 20 minutes or so to quietly meditate on the verses and write about one thing that stood out to us. Strangely enough, we both wrote about the same verse. “Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart and the pleasantness of one’s friend springs from his earnest counsel.” Proverbs 27:9 was our choice. Well, if we recognize what God is doing in our friendship, maybe it’s not so strange at all.

Like sweet fragrance,
a scent of joy
poured out
and fragrant burning
are your wisdom words,
a shared pleasantness
springing up 
like fresh flowing waters...
earnest, honest,
poured out from 
the pitcher 
of you,
fully received
in the depths
of me
and returned
because wisdom
cries out to 
freely flow
like joy
springing up!

© Copyright 2010 Marie Nease 

Sunday, September 26, 2010

A Gift of Mourning

A dear friend read to me from Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8.  For me, verse 4 stood out from all the others, and as it turned out, it was a gift. And, so I write...

My dear friend, 
you placed in my hand
a gift...
a gift of mourning.
My usually carefree heart
would much rather dance,
yet the gift given
is tears
running down cheeks
like rivers 
without ceasing...
wet rivulets 
whose source
is a mother's heart
heavy with weight of son
pushing his way
through yet another day
of finding his purpose
in a world with pain
a world hard to explain.
Tears can’t fix 
this weighty burden
yet they bring release
to damned up emotions
and deliver a sense of peace.
In embracing this 
gift of mourning
I’ll allow tears to fall,
knowing Father’s compassion’s
will not fail,
His mercy is fresh,
every morning...

© Copyright 2010 Marie Nease 

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Soul is stirring
a leaf falling
in autumn breeze…
Heaven’s eye sees, 
pauses & smiles
 then breathes...
and I inhale
air inspired
holy desire,
stirring up
a holy fire
© copyright 2010 marie nease

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Muted to Vivid

You paint muted joy

across my skies.

Pastel colors awash

in nature’s glory,

birthed by God’s


and as I gaze

beyond the horizon,

Free birds fly

With such panache

and a subtle flair...

Heart soars

with wings


of days ahead

when feet won’t

touch this earth

and vivid colors

cause heaven's

cheeks to blush

with joy,

fully expressed,

which will find us

laughing out loud…

©Copyright 2010 Marie Nease