Come to the Well

This one’s a song.
I hear the tune in my head but not done well in the past trying to relay a tune 🙄🤭

Come to the Well

I go to the well
In the heat of the day
I’m parched and I’m thirsting
Wish for quenching that stays
I draw, and I draw
Still I cry out in need
I’m wishing for something
For someone to see…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stem the bleeding
Heal my wound…
Meet the longing
Right the wronging
Give the song in
My soul to soothe

I’ve come to the well
Where my cup overflows
Living water his store
And his spring ever flows
His draw, all my fill
I give over my need
His refreshment is mine
He’s the one who has seen…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stemmed the bleeding
Healed my wound…
Met the longing
Righted wronging
Gave the song in
My soul to soothe

I look to the well
On the day he seems far
Fear the trek is too long
Like a wish on a star
I remember my cup
From the well filled before
I will crawl on my knees
Just to drink from his store…

Fills my needing
Stops my seeping
Stems my bleeding
Heals my wounds…
Meets my longings
Rights my wronging
Pours the songs in
My soul is soothed

Will you come to the well?
As I speak have you heard?
Will you test what I’ve known,
Take the Well at his word?
You will find at the well
The words that are true
In the truth, there is freedom
Purchased ‘specially for you…

Fills your needing
Stops your seeping
Stems your bleeding
Heals your wounds…
Meets your longing
Rights your wronging
Pours the songs in
Your soul he’ll soothe

Gina Marie
9/6/2021
John 4:1-42, Revelation 21:1-7

Breakable Hearts

Our hearts…
where our life-blood flows

Our hearts…
designed to imbibe and transport the oxygen and nutrients enabling us to function and move in this world

Our hearts…
the oft-times descriptor of our inner person – the soul and spirit of us

Our hearts…
said to be where our strength lies; where our weakness lies

Our hearts…
fragile or hard as stone; supple or unmoved

Our hearts…
given – with or without boundaries
trusting – with or without trustworthiness
withheld – with or without provocation
desensitised – with or without intention

Our hearts…
longing…afraid…battered…boxed…open…closed off…sheltered…exposed…vulnerable

Do I know what a safe space for my heart looks like?

Am I a safe place for my own heart? The heart of another?

Do I choose to look for a safe a space for my heart?

Will I receive another’s heart into my space?

Will I give my heart into another’s trustworthy space?

Unbreakable Heart, JJ Heller

Rescue

Waiting for rescue
Longing for one
One who will save me
Oh! When will one come

Alone on a ledge
The great depths below
I seek safety above me
But above I can’t go

Who is it I long for
This one who can reach
Down into the jagged
Inaccessible niche

I cannot imagine…
Is there even a one?
Who could possibly find me
In this place where I’ve gone?

Then I hear a voice calling
Hope rustles the trees
It’s my name that is wafting
Down to me on the breeze

I look up and away
From the dark and the gloom
The trajectory that had
Once held my doom

I see the one, hear the voice
And reach for the hand
That was outstretched toward me
About to fall from this land

The voice brings a calm
As I’m called by my name
Like the wings of an eagle
The hand lifts me from shame

No longer alone
Not at risk of the fall
In this high place of refuge
Snuggled in, free from all

11/3/2021

Sixteenth Reflection

You took me to the mountains
And underneath the earth
Then high atop a canyon
To water pouring down, dispersed
We sat upon the sand
And walked along the shore
I closed my eyes, your song to me
All around me soared

And now I sit and wonder
At the wonder that you’ve been
You safely lead me out to
My desired, but missing dreams
We shared the day I had not noticed
Till the day was halfway done
Where I had feared to go alone
You lead me…forever faithful one

17/2/2021

And a River Runs Right Through It

Forever home
All things new
A city awed
A peace imbued

And a river runs right through it

Downward, paced
Set from on high
Readymade, adorned
Provide

And a river runs right through it

Swept of tear
And shadow’s death
Away! Begone!
Reside amidst

And a river runs right through him

Behold! The new!
And all things true!
Beginning’s end
To thirst will rend

Because a river runs right through him

Light-of-life
Illumined home
Gated, walled
By those I’ve known

And a river runs right through him

Founded firm
On lives hard-won
By Lion-Lamb
Betroth-ed one

And a river runs right through him

Divinely lit
The glory sun
Is presence
Walking with his ones

And a river runs right through him

Open door
Night is gone
Engrave-ed names
Of those who come

And a river runs right through it

The purest flow
Forth-going from
The lamb enthroned
Heals every one
Planted by
The banks to feed
Those never more
In curse to bleed
While looking on
Her shepherd’s face
The bride is home
Unending grace

And a river runs right through it

Revelation 21-22:5
30/11/2020

Gina Marie

Sustainer

Crouched, huddled, humbled

Cowering in grief and loneliness

Hunched over, enveloped in darkness

Afraid, ashamed and alone;

Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,

Emancipation, peace, deliverance

 

And yet, I hear a voice.

Soothing, inaudible – yet not.

Distinct, definitive, refreshing

Dare I turn?

Dare I look upward?

Dare I risk vulnerability?

Light?

 

I must!

I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.

This is not living.

 

Rolling, unraveling

Standing, turning, reaching

The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height

Where the eagle rests,

Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley

 

Still the voice calls.

I am drawn, but I cannot reach.

I whisper.

I breathe afresh

Deeply, drawing in refreshment

Expelling all that would hinder

 

I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.

Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;

All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame

 

I am lifted up,

On eagle wings,

To lofty peak,

In crevice rest.

Above

Beyond

Safe

Free

Untouchable by darkness

I see the Light shine on me.

Unhindered view

The warmth of wings – of comfort

The security of Rock – fortress

 

I sleep in peace

Nourishment is sweet

No fear of abandonment

The Voice, ever present

 

Only when He has prepared me

Shall we go on from here

Together

One

The Sustainer and the sustained

 

6/3/2015

The Dark, Dark Man

In the dark, dark man,

There was a dark, dark, sin.

In the dark, dark sin,

There was a dark, dark thought.

In the dark, dark, thought,

There was a dark, dark mood.

In the dark, dark mood,

There was a dark, dark, act.

In the dark, dark act,

There was The Dark, Dark Blood.

In The Dark, Dark, Blood,

There is The Bright, Bright Light.

In The Bright, Bright Light,

There is HOPE!

 

15/3/2014

Micaela, Emma-Mae and Gina Marie