Recent Poetry

In the midst of my shame

In the midst of my shame,
You have called me by name,

Cutting through the black,
even though I had turned my back.
Breaking through the scars,
slowly unlocking the prison bars

In the midst of my shame,
You have called me by name,

Piercing through each tear,
slowly releasing each and every fear.
Unravelling every built up wall,
holding them carefully as they fall.

In the midst of my shame,
You have called me by name,

Speaking mercy, love and grace,
until I can lift my head to see your face.
Looking into those beautiful eyes,
hearing you say ‘its time for the ashes to rise’

In the midst of my shame
You have called me by name.

© Helen

 

A black ocean above full of bright shining stars,
Beaming down on a life full of scars.

Vast vast skies of dark overflowing with light,
Seemingly unaware of the terrors of night.

Always lurking, never going away,
Even when you think they’ve been kept at bay,

Ready to creep in, ready to invade,
Always keeping you on guard and afraid.

The battles will continue on and rage,
Always wanting to keep you locked in the cage.

Hold on, hold on, don’t let go.
For never again will you go so low.

Do not be overcome, do not fear,
For hope has come, and He is here.

Starting to unlock that big heavy chain,
That keeps you held in all the pain.

Wanting to love you, hold and heal,
Desperate for you to see He is real.

One step at a time, moving in a new direction,
Allow yourself to come under His protection.

Rest for a while, and let the tears fall,
For He sees them and will catch them all.

A black ocean above full of bright shining stars,
Beaming down on a life full of scars.

© Helen

 

Here is love

Here is love
For He has heard my cry, night after night,
Here is hope
For He has heard my cry, day after day.
Here is peace,
For He has heard my cry, week after week.
Here is grace,
For He has heard my cry, month after month.
Here is forgiveness,
For He has heard my cry, year after year.

Here is love,
For He has heard my cry, and He has come.

© Helen

 

An Easter Poem

A baby sent. A life lived. A miracle maker. Grace giver. Leader. Gatherer of people. Lover of the lowly.

Mocked. Nails in hands. Raised up on wood. A crown of thorns. Blood. Pain. Agony. Death.

Waiting. Tears. Questioning. Silence. Stillness. Confusion. Wondering. Darkness. Mourning.

Shaking ground. Rolled away stone. Light bursting. Violent hope.
Breakthrough. Death defeated.
Risen. Alive.

© Helen

 

abused and bruised,
a life time of being used,
beaten and broken,
pain left unspoken.

no one to come and protect,
just treated as an object.
this thing, being led to slaughter,
not a sister, or a daughter.

her heart turning to stone,
realising she is totally alone.
learning how to survive,
wondering how she stayed alive.

a small whisper starts to surround,
even on the blackest of ground,
an outstretched hand, a piece of rope,
to cling on to, and a rose of hope.

years of no tears, they start to fall,
seeping through every single wall,
starting to unlock the prison bar,
painfully soaking into every scar.

unravelled from behind the disguise
she looks up, into their eyes,
and sees mercy, love and grace,
and collapses into His embrace.

© Helen

 

Hold on, For such a time as this

hold on, for such a time as this.

hold on to hope,
hold on to grace,
for such a time as this.

hold on to forgiveness,
hold on to mercy.
for such a time as this.
hold on to truth,
hold on to peace,
for such a time as this.

hold on to love,
hold on to Him.
for such a time as this.

hold on, for such a time as this.

© Helen

 

Returning to you

I am returning to you,

with all of my heart,

with all that I am,

with everything.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

I am returning to you,

you have always been on my mind,

and have never drifted far away,

from the complicated space that is my head.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

I am returning to you,

because I remember when I first fell in love,

with you, your kindness, your beauty.

and for a moment I felt that again.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

I am returning to you,

for my soul longs for your arms,

to be wrapped round tightly, never letting go,

comforting, consoling, loving.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

I am returning to you,

for when the blackest clouds closed in,

there was nothing to see or feel,

but learning to live again is happening.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

I am returning to you,

for even when I screamed profanities at you,

still your remained there,

never did you go anywhere.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

I am returning to you,

make me into what you want,

help me to live a life,

that means something to someone, to you.

I am turning to you.

I am returning to you.

 

© Helen

 

 

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