Well... I know I've been M.I.A. lately. These past 24 hours is the most I've spent on my computer in over 3 weeks.
I've been doing a lot of catching up with emails, writing blogs, bulletins, etc.
One of the things that relaxes me the most is when I write, especially if I'm hurting over something. There is such a release for me, when I have time to "dig in" to God's Word, and write about those things He shows me. I love to write. In a way, it heals me. I am comforted.
I've recently pulled off my bookshelf a book titled "Smoking Flax." It is a book of poetry written by John Wright Follette. He is not a well known poet and author (he has written other books) but his work hits a deeper side to me, which causes my heart to look at the Lord in different ways. I've heard others refer to Brother Follette more as a Mystic (whatever that means). His teachings are deep with revelation.
There are several poems I favor over the others in his book. I would like to share one with you. It's kind of where I am right now.

CONFESSION (by John Wright Follette)

All silently he paces back and forth
Within the narrow confines of his cell
A hungry panther hidden in my heart.
I do not hear his steps, but, then, full well
I know he's there, for many, many times
I feel his cushion feet upon the floor
As wearily he makes his endless round
And sometimes puts his paws against the door.
At night when shadows lurk within his cage,
Two strange lights gleam and glow like balls of fire
His eyes in fruitless searching penetrate
the darkness with their hunger and desire.
Well-trained, he does not vent his passions fierce
When thoughts of broken dreams would haunt him sore,
His rage is spent; a captive he is held:
To gain freedom now he tries no more.
This panther is a phantom in my heart,
And knows no life apart from that I give.
'Tis only as I loose the chains of thought
That he has any power thus to live.

I hope you enjoyed it!

With Much Love,
Anna

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