Devotional Poem: Speak to Your Soul


This week we launch our thirteenth devotional poem. The next five weeks of blog posts will draw from themes in this poem.


Deep in our souls we nurture a seed,

Wherein that rich soil,

God plants a bright dream.

And there it remains

Just waiting to sprout,

Till faith is embraced

And hope calls it out.

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Such seeds are quite costly and

Certainly not safe.

For dreams to be born, our fears must be faced.

Yes, dragons and monsters must surely be slayed.

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For many, such seeds remain only seeds,

And safety wins out o’er the risk of the dream.

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Such safety, however, also comes with a price.

For somehow we know we’ve been born for much more.

For a time we can bear this prodding for more

Until when the pain of our dreams unfulfilled

Finally exceeds the growl of our fears,

It’s time to wake up and speak to our soul!

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Yes, we talk to our soul

As our dearest of friends.

In faith we call forth not what we feel

But the courage to act and realize the dream.

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So speak to your soul,

Right now and right here,

And make this decree your own anthem today!

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Oh, restless soul,

Run no more!

Submit to Christ, and peace will come.

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Oh, anxious soul,

Fret no more.

Gaze on Christ, and fear will flee.

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Oh, sleeping soul,

Awake from slumber,

Arise from sleep!

Behold your God.

Behold your King!

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Oh, hesitant soul,

No more ruled by anxious shoulds,

And no more vexed by restless coulds,

Christ alone is all you need.

Step out in faith,

Lay hold His grace!

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But what of that seed once deeply planted?

And what of the dream that fear kept abandoned?

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We must pause and desist and let God call it forth.

We must finally say, “No!” to all our fear,

And patiently wait for God to draw near.

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In the secret place of quiet stillness we discover that

Freedom from motion and freedom from pretense

Finds herself in the joyful stance of privileged waiting,

Where the faint melodic tunes of God-given dreams

Finally burst forth in the fullness of divine symphony . . .

Given form only by the very hand and timing of God.

Here freedom awakes,

And so too must we.

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Yes, it’s time we awake and speak to our soul,

“Be free, be free oh my soul!”

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It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.

GALATIANS 5:1


This poem has been adapted from the poem by the same name in, David Trementozzi, Light for the Dark Night: Embracing a Heart of Holy Desperation (Maitland, Fl.: Xulon, 2005).

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Author: David Trementozzi

David Trementozzi is married to his wife, Emily and they have three children—Judah, Kaleb, and Halle. David likes to write on topics related to Christian faith and their contemporary relevance. He has a B.A. in Psychology (Messiah College), Masters of Divinity, and Ph.D in Theology (Regent University). David is currently a professor of Theology at Continental Theological Seminary in Brussels, Belgium. To learn more about David, go to the About David page above.