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What Shall I Render To You?

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Lately, I’ve been drawn to the broken shells at the ocean’s edge. Even in brokenness, there is beauty.

“What Shall I Render?”

By Melanie Dorsey
What shall I render to You?
Like the mountains I melt in Your presence.
My inner parts laid bare.

What shall I render to You?
My roots are firmly planted.
Your pruning pains, yet a promise of fruit.

What shall I render to You?
In a desert, still there are hidden springs.
No mirage; It is You.


What shall I render to You?
Broken and fragmented.
In silence, lips move, “Beautiful.”

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Primal Cry ~ Morning Poetry

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“Primal Cry”

by Melanie Dorsey

Some days I want to run away
Escape into tomorrow
To what I hope are better days
Put away the bread of sorrow.

An end to images and voices
And chilling disbelief
Accepting what I feared imagine
Spirit prayer for some relief.

Truly understanding
There is no one but You
With naked soul and quivering lip
Not run away, but to.

To the highest place
My feet can climb
To the deepest sea
Where I am blind.

Whether in the sun
Or darkest blue
My primal cry
Will be for You.

(photo by Linda Charlene)

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“Still” ~ Morning Poetry

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“Still”
by Melanie Dorsey

I’m still here.
And that, alone, may be testament to Your Grace.

I’m still missing.
Though loss here stirs more desire to see Your face.

 I’m still singing.
Melodies and rhymes that ascend to Your Holy Place.

I’m still hoping.
Though mind and body wearies in this Earthly race.

Still, I trust.
Still, I know.
Still,You Are.

Let Love Flow.

Still.

(photo ~ by Linda Charlene)
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There Is A Place ~ Morning Poetry

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“There Is A Place”
by Melanie Dorsey

There is a place
Where there are no takers.
No hands raise
Like the elementary child
Who wants to hear,
“I see your hand.”
“You are the one.”

There is a place
Where dreams are dashed.
No hearts would go
Lest they were sent.
An off beat military
Who march to sounds
The rest can’t fathom.

There is a place
Where joy is fleeting.
No sure tomorrow
Lets fear be prey.
Forehead creases,
Ears keep straining
Listen for familiar timbre.

There is a place
Where still I stand
No captor’s easy spoil.
Let this heart
Beat an upward song.
“I see Your hands.”
“You are the One.”

(photo by Linda Charlene)

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Winged Man ~ Morning Poetry

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When I reread this “Gideon” post (3/4/09) today, I wanted to get some words out of my head and onto paper. (photo by Linda Charlene)

“Winged Man”
by Melanie Dorsey
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Wheat in a winepress
Little man’s solution.
Themeing,
Scheming.
Tribal survival,
In need of revival.
“Winged Man, arrive.”

Word from the Holy One
A mind revolution.
Ceasing,
Fleecing.
In fear of the unknown,
In mind of the well known.
Winged Man arrives.

Weak in a wild place
Pain’s evolution.
Fearful,
Tearful.
Fetal
In a dark room.
“Winged Man, arrive.”

Worn in the waiting
Offering oblation.
In spite of the unknown,
In loss of the well known.
Blind
In the God womb.
Winged Man arrives.

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