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Short Poem, Timeless Celebration

December 12, 2016

By: Juliandra Durkin

 

What a wonder, what a sight

The Son of God was born tonight

And to a woman so young and poor

Her name, sweet Mary,

Remembered forevermore.

 

Chosen before time to carry a King

He who came so selflessly

A life that started in a barn

Animals and shepherds

Witnessed the Savior’s first sounds.

 

Who would have known,

Who could have guessed,

That the Most High,

Just a child, would come like this?

Hail the Son, the Prince of Peace

Hail the Son of Righteousness

Hark, dear angels, come and see

Look in the manger at our newborn King.

 

He came tonight from His throne above

To live like us, to show His love

Reach out your hand and embrace Him now

For the King, this Babe is forever around.

 

Photo Cred: Steve Halama

Juliandra Durkin is the manager for Wonderfully Made’s blog Know Your Value. She also writes at Written Jewels, a personal blog with stories and reflections on life. Besides writing, she spends her free time exercising or out in nature. Give her a beach or a mountain; sunrise or sunset, she loves it all, especially walking her dogs in the woods! A graduate of Westmont College, Juliandra was able to attend three study abroad programs exploring Spain, parts of the Middle East, and Mexico. These experiences gave her a heart for culture and travel and she hopes to get more stamps in the passport soon!

The Mess and the Mender

November 30, 2016
By: Tiffany Burlingame
I was a master deflector
My own prideful protector
I denied the pain needed a resurrector
So I became a neglector
I refused to surrender to Jesus
The only person with power to free us
I was gripped by shame
Until Jesus called me by name
“Tiffany, you are a daughter of the king
Take refuge under my wing
I will cover you under my feathers
My comfort will protect you from all weather”
God embraced me damaged, banged and bruised
And transformed my life into a story of redemption to be used
He showed me I am more valuable than gold
A daughter with a calling to live bold
I attempted to piece together the glass shards of my soul
But my Healer rushed in the moment I surrendered control
He restored the years that were stolen by the thief
He reminded me true freedom can be found in the following belief
I am God’s treasured possession
Forgiven of my transgressions
Lavishly and immeasurably loved
I am chosen as God’s beloved
Now my life is marked by eternal freedom
As I serve my King by bringing to earth His Kingdom
How has God mended your messy places?
 

PC: Ricardo Viana

about the author
I enjoy the simple things in life like two-steppin’ and star gazing. My hope is I leave people better than I found them. I believe the world needs more hugs. All that I’m after is a life overflowing with laughter. Avid coffee drinker. Small talk is my enemy. Let’s dig deep and live a life of wild obedience. 

You Call Yourself

August 8, 2016

By: Lauren Goderwis

You call Yourself the Light
This darkness makes it hard to see
Please guide me through the shadows
That I may continue on with Thee

You call Yourself the Shepherd
I’m prone to wander and to roam
When I go to leave Your presence
Break my legs and bring me home

You call Yourself Provider
In shortage I tend to plead
Remind me that You freely give
And will fulfill my need

You call Yourself First and Last
All that was, is, and is to be
When my heart ponders and I fret
Tell me that You are before me

You call Yourself the Vine
In You life finds its root
Help me to abide in Thee
That I might bear Your fruit

You call Yourself Redeemer
Mending all the broken pieces
When I break again and again
Show me Your fixing never ceases

You call Yourself the Peace
But the storm leads me to fear
When the waves begin to crash
Let me know You will draw near

You call Yourself Father
There are times when I feel distant
Help me remember I’m You’re child
And that You bend down to listen

You call Yourself Creator
You laid all of the foundations
When I try to stake my claim on these
Remind me they are Your creations

You call Yourself Love
Deeper and wider than the sea
When I feel like no one cares
Show me all You’ve done for me

There are many names You call Yourself
But this I know for sure
You are the great I AM
And Your names will all endure

 

Photo Cred: Chelsea Steller

about the authorLauren is an adventure-seeker at heart. Taking risks excites her and she loves a challenge. Currently a student at Northern Kentucky University, she will graduate in December 2016 with a degree in Secondary Biology Education. Lauren is passionate about teaching others what it means to be physically and spiritually healthy. In her free time, you can usually find her running, playing in the woods, or laughing with friends.

Because You Are Loved

July 20, 2016

By: Juliandra Durkin

I first heard this poem at a Wonderfully Made event when I was in college. Sitting outside on the lawn, one of the girls at the end of the meeting asked if she could share a poem that meant a lot to her. I remember my eyes stinging a bit with tears because the words were meaningful and pressed on my heart. We ALL asked her for a copy of the poem- it meant that much to us! And I hope it inspires and speaks a bit of truth from God’s heart to yours today!

Because You Are Loved by: Unknown Author

Because…

I made her. She is different. She is unique.

With love I formed her in her mother’s womb.

I fashioned her with great joy!

I remember with pleasure the days I created her.

To Me she is beautiful.

I love her. I love her smile. I love her ways.

To hear her laugh and to see the silly things she does.

She is herself and not one else.

This is how I made her.

I made her pretty, but not beautiful,

Because I know her heart and I knew she would be vain.

I wanted her to search her heart,

and learn that in ME she would be beautiful.

It would be my spirit that would draw people to her.

I made her in such a way that she would need ME.

I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be,

Because I want her to turn to Me in her loneliness.

I make her dependent, so that she would depend on ME.

I know her heart, I know that if I had not made her like this,

She would go her own way,

And forget about Me, her Creator.

I have given her many good  and happy things because…

I Love Her.

I have seen her broken heart,

And the tears that she has cried alone.

I have been with her and had a broken heart, too.

Many times she has stumbled and fallen,

Because she would not take My hand.

She has learned hard lessons,

Because she would not listen to My voice.

So many times I have sadly watched her go on her own way…

And now she is mine again.

I made her. And then bought her. I paid a high price for her.

Because I LOVE HER.

I have had to reshape, and remold her,

Renewing her for My plan.

It has not been easy for her or for Me.

I want her to be conformed in My image.

This is the goal I have set for her.

Because… I LOVE HER!

Photo Cred: Neil Kumar

about the authorJuliandra Durkin is the manager for Wonderfully Made’s blog Know Your Value. She also writes at Written Jewels, a personal blog with stories and reflections on life. Besides writing, she spends her free time exercising or out in nature. Give her a beach or a mountain; sunrise or sunset, she loves it all, especially walking her dogs in the woods! A graduate of Westmont College, Juliandra was able to attend three study abroad programs exploring Spain, parts of the Middle East, and Mexico. These experiences gave her a heart for culture and travel and she hopes to get more stamps in the passport soon!

The Sunshine is a Tangible Thing

February 9, 2016

By: Harmony Lange

The sunshine is a tangible thing,
A palpable thing.

It fills the air around you,
Paints trees,
Wraps you up.

It stirs the smell of dirt from the ground
The most honest smell.

Its warmth dries up the pine needles
creating a carpet
that whispers softly
as you walk, gentle susurrations.

Any sound that comes to you
Must pass first
Through the sunshine-
Birdsong
Chattering squirrels
Murmurs of water not far off.

No wind disturbs
The sunshine here
Where it sits heavy around you
Among the trees.
Leaves are still
Although high above you
Clouds drift gently across the sky.

You watch them
Head tilted back
Mouth slightly agape.

They drift
They continue their way across the sky
They drift.

You bring your gaze back down,
To the highest branches,
Down the trunks-
Though you could leave your head tilted back
Your eyes following the clouds…

But you do this: look around you
At tree trunks
Dirt
A squirrel
Rushing off, always in a hurry

Your feet
Pressed against the needles
Against the dirt
Your legs moving
Each movement
Bringing you through the sunshine
Like swimming.

Each breath taking sunshine
Into your lungs-
Sunshine and dirt and dry pine needles.

Your arms are covered
In a fine layer
Of dusty dirt
Set with tracks from sweat droplets:

This is how the sun
Has painted you

 

Photo Cred: Chelsea Stellar

 

about the authorHarmony Lange is a professional harpist and amateur poet, a lover of books, and a chronic seeker of happiness. A native of California, she graduated from Westmont College with a bachelor’s degree in Political Science and French, and the hope and determination to find her place in this crazy world. She’s currently pursuing the search in Southwestern Florida, but hopes to move soon to Minnesota. Find more info or contact her at www.harmonylange.com

Looking Up

January 4, 2016

By: Harmony Lange

Going home
Going home
Going home
I’m going HOME

Where the drizzling rain is accompanied
By the grey and the chill

As it ought

And the trees stand tall
With rough, damp bark
And falling needles

And the earth is dark and rich
And the land dips and rolls
And folds back on itself

And the skies are filled
With towering castles of clouds
Pushed by cold winds

And my hair whips about my face
And clings wetly to my skin
And tangles fretfully

As it ought

And I shiver outside
As I look up
At the dark, dark sky

Filled with stars and stars and stars

As I ought

 

about-the-authorHarmony Lange is a professional harpist and amateur poet, a lover of books, and a chronic seeker of happiness. A native of California, she graduated from Westmont College with a bachelor’s degree in Political Science and French, and the hope and determination to find her place in this crazy world. She’s currently pursuing the search in Southwestern Florida, but hopes to move soon to Minnesota. Find more info or contact her at www.harmonylange.com

He is Perfect Love

November 9, 2015

Warren Coetzer

When the day bird sings and the trees clap their hands

When the ocean foams along the shore

When the sun kisses your face and the breeze ripples your hair

When you can’t feel a thing because perfect love cast out fear.

And perfect love is obsolete

For you went looking for it on the street

In people, places, and muddy waters

So fear is all you know

It keeps you behind walls

They let you down, betrayed your trust

Then this new thing erupts

It breathes and you find no words to express

It comes from the wind and makes you bendable

It touches your soul and penetrates the stony heart

You decide to try it again this thing called love

But now you look in different places

Above

The carnal will not do

The lust can’t satisfy this new you

The perfect love came and hung on the tree

The lonely bird silenced

The darkness fell upon the earth

But the light broke through

And then you came running

Bringing all your fear

You placed it at the foot of that blood soaked cross

Perfect love cast out fear

You no longer search in people or self-worth

It’s a new morning and these grave clothes must depart

You open your heart and let him take the seeds of bitterness,

Dis-ease

You walk in a spiritual plane

Above trees and skies and even your dreams

And love removes the darkness

And now you glow

Like a lighted candle in a dark world

You fall down sometimes and you remember the earth

You are only dirt,

A flower fading

But now you know a love that renews you

Heals you and lets you soar above the fear

Where brokenness can heal

He is perfect love

 

Photo Cred: Warren Coetzer

 

about-the-authorTekoa Manning is the author of two fiction works, Polishing Jade & Walter the Homeless Man. After a neurological illness left her disabled and eventually homeless, Tekoa began to channel her creativity into writing and devouring the Word of Yahweh. She is the wife of a retired police chief and the mother of three sons. Tekoa and her husband reside in a small town in KY. The pen name Tekoa means Trumpet, the instrument that unites people at a sudden impulse.

You can find out more about Tekoa and her writing endeavors at tekoamanning.com