The Joy of Elohim
Everything I see is You
And everything I don’t see is You.
You are the yellow eye of joy that lights my day
In the middle of mind and sky,
A smile so full it spills out lips in Hallelujah laughter.
You are as old as oxygen
And as fresh as the last gulp of breath in Amen.
You are the march and rhythm of time and order
And the miracles that turn it all upside down.
You are the stillness of water,
The trickle of peace running down my spine,
The bond of red in veins.
You are the alchemy of words vibrating through air
Sound and meaning evolving into substance.
You are the I Love You
That inspires the creation of a new universe.
I am your bride
And You cover me with Your life.
Inseparable
He knows the lines in my palms
And the curve in my fingertips
He knows the kink and pop of each strand of hair,
Has counted each lash of my eyes.
And my smile,
He knows the breadth thereof
And why thereof,
The gloss and shine,
The varied hues of white that dance in light,
And the quietness of my lips concealing secrets.
My secrets,
He knows them all.
Breath by breath – thought by thought
He has examined them before they ever were.
He knew it would be,
Has whispered his forgiveness into my lungs.
I am breathing Him in,
Spirited Holy I wrap myself up
In His word.
In the beginning
Was the word
Was with God
Was God,
His word upon word
I wrap myself up,
Layer upon layer
There is no peeling Him off.
We are inseparable,
My God and I.
He knew me
Before I ever was,
Your words were found
And I did eat them.
You know just what to feed me Lord.
You know the hunger
Before I feel the pang.
You have the quench
Before I feel the thirst.
You are the answer
Before the questions ever is.
You
The I am that I am
Before I
Ever was.
You.
Jeremiah 15:16, John 1:1
The Blessing of a New Day
(El Shaddai)
I woke up this morning
With the sky
Above my head
And the earth
Beneath my feet
And this may not
Sound like much call for gratitude
But just as the person
Who woke up today
With the earth above his head
And the sky beneath his feet
And you see what I mean.
You see what I mean.
I woke up this morning,
Recognized the sun,
Got hot – broke sweat
Just from thinking about you
Being clothed in yellow
And walking in naked light.
And when the sun sweetly coats my skin
Like hot syrup on pancakes
It is all I can do
To breath the sweet scent of maple
Permeating everything around me.
This is the day the Lord has made
And coffee is not only
The color of my skin
But the taste on my tongue,
The rush through veins
Opening my eyes and ears
Like the alarm clock of thunder.
The sound of rain
Is the sound
Of a million liquid hand clapping,
My two join in gratitude.
And it may not sound like much to you
But the trees and the wind are making ovations
Everywhere
In this awakening ritual of senses
In this goo
Good morning
Of thanks.
I will rejoice
And be glad.
This is the day the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it. -Psalm 118:24
I Wait
while my hands are yet empty
and echo
with tantrum and rage,
my voice bellows
into sky hollow
blue ripples,
clouds shred as I wait
for the return
of the sound of His voice,
patience is all
but a day short
of answer.
I wait for an answer
from Him whose whisper sings
as still as dust on the grave,
I settle as still,
as dust on the grave,
quiet enough to hear Him whisper.
hear Him whisper like the quiet
before an earthquake
moving mountains.
He moves mountains with answers
as quick and strong as the sun
rising in His strength.
on His strength – I wait.
through the tremor and quiver – I wait.
through the grey dusk yawn – I wait.
for the yellow ray brilliance – I wait.
for my answer – I wait.
in His hand – I wait.
for my times are in His hand,
my waiting is in His hand,
I am in His hand, as I wait.
-Judges 5:31 But let those who love Him be like the sun when it comes out in full strength.
- Isaiah 40:31 But those that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles,
they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.
Romaine Washington M.Ed. is a certificated high school teacher in California. She is the author of a collection of poems “Sirens in Her Belly,” which was placed on BET’s top 12 must-read list of books for 2016 by editor, Britt Middleton. She is in the process of completing common core lesson plans to accompany the book, which has been adopted by school districts in Southern California.
She has been published in a variety of periodicals and journals as well as reading in a variety of venues and being an active member in the local poetry community.
Website Address: www.romainewashington.com