Bread for the Restless, Wine for the Heart


Who stills the souls of those whose hands are stealing?

Where recalled memories, remember only psuedo feelings

Departures and arrivals on a nightsky ceiling

Tilt falsely dropped-in precepts, reveal asbestos eggshell peelings

come crashing down to pride to form a still blue ribbed space,

inside a small veined heart an open whimpering stent does brace

my weak cry,



His voice is felt,

and heard in soft reply , “Arise. My Love illuminates. Don’t cry.”


I prayed a prayer to God, in silent weeping

“Jesus, please Love me and forgive me. I do believe this.”

The after prayer flows forth in kind…..”and give me faith to make these words my deeds.”

I’d like to think he answered….answers…..time and time again

I know He does restore the broken heart to beating, the lips to bleating praise,

the crooked smile to blessing and to feeling.  Again, again, again….. He does.

Because He lives….The sore bruised feet walk extra miles to climbing

The hands rise singing,  loving Him and others kindly

His promises are sure, where ours oft fail in loud display.

I know His Grace because of all my foolish deeds, and ways.

And so I kneel in this my best attempt at prayer,

Though not at home, I take communion traveling here

Amen to blessed rest, holy reunion.  In gratitude I say, Amen.

Thank You for doing that which only You have done

In His Dear blessed name,  the name of Jesus, Holy One

Dear Father, I Thank you, for giving us Your Son.

In HIS Hands


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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