In Your Forever

You are the sun.
Your rays stream
To penetrate the sinner’s heart.

Salvation is a river.
Your Cross is at its head.
You are its eternal heart.

I have polluted the waters.
The waters of my baptism,
Yet I come again.

I come repenting,
Here to the foot
Of Your redeeming Cross.

I remember Salvation.
I was born in Sin
But You are the Word.

You are the Word,
The Word spoken,
Over the abyss.

Your forever Word
Lights the Darkness.
Brings life and abiding hope.

My prayer rises,
From the dust of my fall,
To You, my Heaven.

You stretch Your arms,
Now and eternally,
To embrace me always.

Bring me to Your Heart,
At the crossing
Of heaven and earth.

For, by You,
And in You,
And through You,
I am made new.

I am new man,
A saved man,
Hopefully, a holy man.

Your heart silenced
On your Cross
Sounds anew in me.

You caused Salvation.
You started that Heartbeat.
Beating now eternally.

And Redemption
Meet in me.

And I will live,
In your great Heart.
Forever in Your love.

by Joann Nelander

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Listening and Silent

It seems…
I am always talking to You,
That I am always with You,
And have no doubt
You are with me,
Listening and silent.

I am an endless monologue.
You, hovering Spirit,
Wordlessly eloquent
You are Presence and Truth,
Listening and silent,
Thunderously silent,
Save for the stirring of my heart,
And the sometime rush of thought,
Coming, as it were,
From the bowels of my being
With frightening conviction,
And challenging my reticence
To speak aloud
The thoughts of solitude.

Reluctant always
To go about,
And leave the cloister of my heart,
Where in Your chambers I find,
And hold dear,
Private audience with the King,

The world without is a noisy charade,
And woos the pride of me take center stage.
Where suddenly I realize
I have been talking much, too much,
To my regret.

I, naggingly, suspect
I have diminished
What was my treasure
And ceased to learn.
Cacophany of me,
I cease to learn,
And simply rearrange,
That with which I am familiar.

Where do prophet, poet and a would be recluse
Find voice if not in You,
Rejecting even audience
To find You in my silence,
Your silence?

©2012 Joann Nelander


I held the ocean to my ear.
I heard it speak with peaceful roar,
And, hearing, I went off,
Leaving on the shore,
The secret of His presence,
But not forgetting,
What He had said,
In that moment of Eternity,
Which is forever
Yet, not of Time.

© 2012 Joann Nelander

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