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,
Where God in his wisdom
plants a beautiful dream.
And there it remains
Just waiting to sprout,
Till faith is embraced
And hope calls it out.
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.
For many, such seeds remain only seeds,
And safety wins out o’er the risk of the dream.
Such safety, however, also comes with a price.
Somehow we know we’ve been born for much more.
For a time we ignore this prodding within
But only till the pain of dreams unfulfilled
Finally exceeds the growl of our fears.
For then only then shall we know
It’s time to wake up and speak to our soul!
Yes, we must 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.
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.
Oh, anxious soul,
Fret no more.
Gaze on Christ, and fear will flee.
Oh, sleeping soul,
Awake from slumber,
Arise from sleep!
Behold your God.
Behold your King!
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!
But what of that seed once deeply planted?
And what of the dream that fear kept abandoned?
We wait, until we discover that
In the secret place of quiet stillness
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.
Yes, it’s time we awake and speak to our soul,
“Be free, be free oh my soul!”
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
This poem has been adapted from the poem Freedom in, David Trementozzi, Light for the Dark Night: Embracing a Heart of Holy Desperation (Maitland, Fl.: Xulon, 2005).