What the Bible says about light and seed

The True Light "In him, (the Lord Jesus) was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world,…the world didn’t recognize him." John 1:4,9.

The Good Seed and the Weeds “The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seeds in his field. But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away. Matthew 13:24,25.

Monday, November 19, 2018

DISTANCE -- Words on a Clothesline Dancing in the Breeze

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Original composed in 2007. Revised and published by Jean-Louis Mondon
April 14 2017

Note from the author: Brazilians have a delightfully creative tradition that I have come to appreciate and enjoy. In the photo above, you can see pages of paper hanging from a clothesline, in Portuguese called "varal de roupas". Because of the prevailing warm weather, one can see clothes dancing in the wind in all the backyards. Tradition from the old European and African countries such as Italy, Southern France, Portugal, Spain and my home country of Algeria. Everywhere in cities and village for school poetry contests, at a country fair or a cultural presentation, works of art or poems are on display for all to enjoy. I hope that you enjoy this poem and that you too will dream of what can happen when you let the wind of the Spirit take you where He wills.
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Words on a clothesline ... hard or tender?
Words and notes on a threshold ... pure and brazed
Connections of the heart
Flying on wings unfolding
Collections lulled by melodies hanging
Between trees grounded in the earth
Priming emotions to feel moved
Hoping for one more encounter

As a sail that fades sadly
In the dawn of her destiny
As a train in a station
As a train in late motion
As a train that crawls away
The witness of our tears clouds 
The sound of the falling night
                                                         
Marking the beats of your heart          
Metronome just on time
In your dreams weaving hope
Between silence and sotto voce
Your noble silk chords vibrate   
In mine, the echo chambers resonate

The quiet of your soul
Fans the flame
That softly reveals
The grace of the Lord

The enticing desert mirage
Cradles this flower blooming 
In my dazzled heart
At the dawn of night
Shadowing its light image
Through the windows of your being

The past as a preface
With our torn, missing pages
In the present interlace
Between you and me... spaces
The gaps are filled and sealed

And a bridge, a ladder
Built against adversity
Teaches us to walk closer
Together on the right side
On the bright side

Behold, the mystery
Revealed, embraced
As you see, this time
Between you, between me
It´s the end of turmoil
The distance between us
Cannot grow bigger than the soil
Love will allow it to go
For love is the shortest of distances
Between our gazing eyes, accomplices lost
In the vastness of wonderment
Revealed in the deep silence
Of growing intermingling roots
Covering each other
With ineffable sighs
In the hope of one more encounter

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