Winter Night

Winter Night

I love to watch the moon rise

Silver clouds dusting through the skies

It slowly climbs above the leafless trees

The Spirit comes in the midst of the freeze

The Spirit comes in the midst of the freeze

It’s light falls, gentle, and never harsh

It brings new light to the winter bark

And takes what is starving and makes it thrive

My heart takes it in and comes alive

I can look at the light that doesn’t burn my skin

I can look at the face and take Him all in

Yet I haven’t even started, not even begun

To receive all the light reflected from the great sun

The moon still is rising over leafless trees

The Spirit is moving through the mist and freeze

The quiet and stillness through which I silently plod

Remind me of the majesty and greatness of God

And I am simply overwhelmed by it all

K, Duane Carter 1-2-10

The Message

Floating, floating through this earth

Where even gravity leaves a mark of mirth

Where footprints elevate in the sand

Where though there is no one to hold my hand

Still there is everything beside me and within me

A frowning face does turn my step

Yet it will not deter me from my path

I move around and over and beyond

I know the green, I know the frond

For there is everything beside me and within me

I might be part of gentle dust

I go barefoot through a time of trust

I see a mark that is left by me

It is on the path where I am free to be just me

For there is everything beside me and within me

K, Duane Carter  1-30-11

I wrote this for fun in response to the One Shoot Photography Challenge.  I hope you enjoy it!  Check out the other poems from this challenge at the site.  They are very good!!

Snow

Snow

You and I could be snow

We could rest in the heavens

Surrounded by clouds

Filled with unique others

Made to fall and fly and water all at once

Absorbing the sounds around us

Taking in the peace and the tranquility of space

All impurity and fear erased

And then released

Falling, soaring, never boring

Landing to the earth like owls to the branch

Quiet, quiet, quiet

Yet releasing a sound that changes all

Releasing a sound that redeems the fall

Bringing a calm that can be felt

Bringing a reassurance, a softness

A purpose, a dream

The white does tell us what life does mean

Though we don’t understand it

We know in our soul

The sounds of the heavens have made us whole

Even when we could hear nothing at all

K, Duane Carter 1-29-11

Compassion (Matthew 14)

Compassion (Matthew 14)

In a time of greatest heartbreak

In the midst of just wanting to be alone

He showed us why He was worthy

To step down from heaven’s throne

And become the Savior for all of us

He still lived off of Father’s compassion

He still went an extra mile

Even pushing the disciples into their destiny

I can feel and see His smile

When He said, “Bring those things to Me.”

A simple prayer, a simple faith

In the goodness and power of God

And in the midst of great sorrow and need

Jesus gives a simple nod

And there is more than enough for all

In a time of greatest heartbreak

In the midst of just wanting to be alone

He waits to lead us to our destiny

He longs to show us His home

And allow us to bring it where we live

With basketfuls left over…

K. Duane Carter 1-22-11

The Wings

The Wings

A stirring…

Oh, I feel a stirring

Just as the butterfly wing brings on the typhoon

The wings of the Spirit are moving; the Wind does resume

Those winds sweep across the universe

He is swooping and soaring and we do the same

When we enter into the glory of the incomprehensible Name

The Spirit’s great talons are sharpened and shine

They pierce all that is yours; they pierce all that is mine

A stirring

A whirring

Now all is blue, All is orange

Shifting, moving, Mystery in bodily and spiritual form

This, this is what is the norm

Are you ready for the twists and turns?

Are you ready for the ride?

Are you ready to fly through the portals and the nebulae?

And gather all of that inside

Simply so it may be released, simply so it might be contained

Simply so that in the desert there can be a pouring of Mighty Rain

Watching the creating, watching what is to be

Sensing, moving, being still

In the place where I am free

I feel the breeze upon my face

K, Duane Carter 1-16-10