My Faith Looks up to Thee

Jennifer Maxell — Sat, 20 Oct 2018 20:09:29 +0000

My faith looks up to Thee

Even as my brokenness

Weighs on me relentlessly

Rendering my call listless

Denying me of joy priceless

Questioning if I deserve this

Discovering & experiencing

The Judas kiss

My faith looks up to Thee

Even as grace & mercy

Defend me

Take the stand

Reporting all the times

They’ve been called

To right my wrongs

To take my hand

To cast my misdeeds

In the sand

Where they no longer define me

My faith looks up to Thee

Even as my eyes refuse to see

Beyond what others have done to me

Denying my complicity

Oversimplifying complexity

With pointed fingers

Wagging sternly

At those who have hurt me

Blaming them and Punishing

Dear God I pray

Heal me

Forgive me

My faith looks up to Thee

Even as internally

I struggle with duplicity

Self pity morphing into loathing

The contradictions seeping out of me

Hypocrisy

Slapping me silly

Even as I try to be

Pious & Holy

Instead of

Straight laced &

Judging

Lacking authenticity

Recalibrate Lord my integrity

My face looks up to Thee

In your eyes I strain to see

Compassion flowing freely

Begging you to love me

Take my shame

And know me

Repair my heart

Relieve my pain

Restrain my sin

Let me breath again

Bind the enemy

Break sins hold on me

Reclaim my life

Reaffirm my Call

Restore my joy

Finances & all

Remember my name

While on others you call

Catch me quick

As I descend & fall

Give me beauty for these ashes

My faith looks up to Thee

Clutching your forgiveness closely

So it can seep inside of me

Mending heart strings melodically

Stirring repentance completely

Helping me forgive truly

Awaken to life restoratively

No more thinking pejoratively

But faithful, Holy & wholeheartedly

Lightening my soul holistically

Activating my call prolifically

Making me release this pain

Get off the cross

Resurrect

And breath

Live free again

My faith looks up to Thee

No longer settling for safety

Or mere proximity

But hungering for

Your Presence

Thriving

Gratefully

Oasis

Jennifer Maxell — Sat, 20 Oct 2018 19:30:40 +0000

Magical, Holy, Powerful Hugs

Filled with gracious intention

Despite the world

Hating on us

We are enough

Healing love

Pouring peace, sweetness and ease

Slippery, spicy and hot

Fly, Intelligent, Uncommon

Unique

Our Masters most coveted creation

Sister Girls

Black girls Who Rock

Melanin made magic in female form

Secrets shared and fiercely protected

These are the moments sacredly respected

Restoring Wind so we can fly

Above our mothers gardens soaring high

Pollenating our daughters dreams

Guiding our sons and husbands streams

Time stands still when we are together

Transporting us backwards

To simple, free times

Girliness bubbling our giddiness up

Silly, crazy, relaxed and refined

Giving super woman a rest

Carefree moments reminiscent of summer

No one to answer to

Fulfilling request

Here we are naked and bare

In our feelings

Positively affirming our Me-ness

No shame

Or judgment

No offense taken

No condemnation

Or room for airs

Here in this sweet spot

We are created

Doing that thing

We sisters do best

Normally for others

This time each other

Kissing our ouchies

Bandaging skinned knees

Casting out demons

Encouraging dreams

Passing on wisdom

Giving mad props

Sharing our dreams & intentions

We are the ones

Our own secret weapons

Our sweet spot

We’re sisters

We’re peeps

The ones we rock with

And roll till the wheels break

Strengthening each other

Even when we don’t speak

We are the ones

So powerfully connected

Brightening our wattage

When our own shine grows bleak

Here we are sisters

Our own personal oasis

Bigging us up

When at times we feel weak

You are my girls

I belong to you

For you I’m grateful

In God’s face we delight

You are my sisters

God’s purposed creation

Manifesting God’s vision

And plans for our lives

Sharing our stories

Reclaiming our time

Poetry – Jennifer Watley Maxell

My Faith Looks up to Thee

Oasis