Secret Place



When and where is there joy?

When He holds the most important place
the Highest place 
the innermost throne
of my heart
and in my life.

He loves to dwell in the inner sanctuary
that too often he occupies alone
whilst waiting for me.

In that place is
Gold
A River
Laughter
Rest
Beauty
Tears
Vastness
Passion
A different experience each day.

Truth
Conviction
Grace
New beginnings
Gifts
Revelation 
Adventure
Love poems
Encounters

and so it goes on…
I could write a Thesaurus and it would never say enough.
For the words of what is found in that place
march off the page to eternity.


My fickle heart - you have an enemy who shakes to see you go there.
Not merely to pass through paying lip service to my King
But to sit. To gaze. To dwell.

Therein my joy. My love. My heart.
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Emmaus

Were we so shocked and traumatised
that we did not believe
that you meant what you said 
when you told us
this temple will be raised just 3 days after it has been destroyed?

Were we so blind
that we did not see you
by our side
until you broke the bread and gave it to us?

Were our minds so dull
that all the prophecies meant nothing
until you patiently unpacked them?

Were our hearts so cold that we did not know you walked with us
until so much later?
Am I so tossed by life that your promises and life itself seem empty?
Am I so blind that I do not see you in every sky, tree or insect I pass?
Am I so deaf that I do not hear your voice in the wind and the word?
Is my heart so cold that I do not feel you by my side?

Every. Single. Day.

I believe. Forgive my unbelief.