poetry

Hope for the Nations

As I was thinking about the brokenness in the world during Gospel for Asia’s all-night prayer meeting, I wrote this, then we sang this song.

There are people with actual problems.
There are children enslaved in labor.
Men who break down ships for a living.
A toxic, dangerous, illegal task.

There are people groups hated by everyone.
Like the Rohingya, without a home.
They are pushed aside, abused.
Is there anyone who cares for them?

Innocent, scared children,
Lied to and forced to beg.
Literally maimed or blinded
For more profit, they said.

There’s the woman who thinks she’s worthless.
I’m a sex doll, is what she thought.
I’m no better than this, it’s what I deserve.
But of truth and hope she knows naught.

Jesus. Hope of the nations.
Jesus. Comfort for all who mourn.
You are the source of heaven’s hope in earth.

Jesus. Light in the darkness.
Jesus. Truth in each circumstance.
You are the source of heaven’s light on earth.

In history, you lived and died.
You broke the chain.
You rose to life!

You are the hope, living in us.
You are the rock in whom we trust.
You are the light, shining for all the world to see.

You rose from the dead,
Conquering fear.
Our prince of peace,
Drawing us near.

Jesus our hope, living for all who will receive.
Lord we believe.

camping, san antonio and seaworld

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^ all my bags packed

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^ in the car

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^ meeting the charlton’s at a gas station to give melissa to them for the weekend

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^ out of the car and arrived at our destination!

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^ the key

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^ i’m not sure how they think that locking this gate will keep anyone out.

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^ on the porch swing

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^ at the pool

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^ lily at dinner

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^ at the best playground ever

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^ merry go round

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^ teeter totter

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^ swings

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^ merry go round

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^ street.  scenario for the place where i took this photo:  “please don’t turn green, light, stay red…” [4 sec. exposure time]

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^ claire, walking downtown in san antonio at night

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^ street

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^

clara:  ellie come on!

ellie: not yet i’m taking a picture of a man with guns!

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^ the alamo

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^ lights on the river/street

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^ at seaworld on saturday morning

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^ feeding the dolphins

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^ sarah!

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^me, sarah, sharlena

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^ me [through a plastic bag, if you were wondering]

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^ all wet

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^ me and my seaworld cup.  well, it was really the buscemi’s.  because you get cheaper drinks if you have one.

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^ waiting for the shamu show to start [me, clara, and claire]

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^ shamu

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^ lily in goggles at the wave pool.

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^ they sat way up close

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^ one of the shows

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^ dad and lily

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^ in front of the good photo op

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^ claire with pirates

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^ lily with my sunglasses

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^ pictures of the pictures of them on the roller coaster

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^ hey!  seaworld has funhouse mirrors too!

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^ claire & i ran around in the playground while the others went on a roller coaster

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^ really excited about breakfast [on sunday].  we got up way to early.

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^ our cabin

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^ before leaving sunday morning

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^ all squished into one side of the booth at lunch

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^ in the car on the way home with sharlena

“i wanted ellie’s advice but she goes off and tries on hats.” -clara

prose… but poetry?

Time is a sea, breaking upon the shore of this moment; and with every ripple, with every wave, I remember.
I dream.
A tale unfolds, rising out of the mists. My story overflows before me. Ripple after ripple.
Sometimes when I think of that place and my journey and the things that happened to me in that land, it all seems so real, so true. Other times, everything seems like a distant dream. The images overlap and blur across each other like a pile of leaves that the wind is slowly blowing away.
I look around and tell myself that this — this — is real. Here is where I am. Now is when it is. And yet… somehow the past gets tangled up with the present. I wonder if time means anything anymore.
Sometimes the scenes from the story seem like only a moment left over from a nightmare, lingering on the edge of my awareness and then simply fading away. Sometimes my dream seems like an entire lifetime. And this is how it began…

Prologue to Quest for Celestia, a reimagining of The Pilgrim’s Progress, by Steven James.