Faith begins
in the believing
... God is.

Cj 3.6.2017

Stop!

There is beauty here.

Our hurrying robs us.
We miss so much the loveliness
right here
before our eyes
......
stop here and rest awhile
right now
before this time has past.

Life is fleeting.

Cynthia Jean
copyright
February 2018

Our biggest problem?

Our small view

of God.

Cynthia Jean
Copyright
February,  2020

The gap was there
and the bridge had fallen down
long ago.

Cynthia Jean

copyright
February 8 , 2020

May it flow through me
and to me....
God's unending circle of love.

****************

Cynthi­a Jean

January 2020

Only God
can compose
my musical score

He paints
my landscape

sketches
my blueprints

and
writes
my story

no detail
is too big
or small
for
Him.

Cynthia Jean
1.13.2020

in Me you may have peace
though you may suffer
be courageous
for I
have conquered
the
world.

Cj 2017 0108

our names
all
originally written
into
the Book of Life

the days of our living
they ebb and flow
choices
are ours

His choice
was made known
before time began

He allows
our joys and sorrows
to remind us
always

that He is there
always

He is the loving
long-suffering
yearning
Father

the One with aching open arms

encouraging us
to make the choice
to keep our name
in that Book of Life

He never forces us
to choose

our greatest choice

the surrendering

and the kneeling
.................

Cj 2017

Morning

Spring

of the day.

Cynthia Jean

1. 2020

Because we want to live in peace

we support

law

and order....

expect

to take a beating

.........

and history

repeats itself

again and again.

Cj 2017

The Father cries

He waits

He waits for the prodigals

He cries for them

Who wipes away His tears??

Finally
some
turn back
to Him

Tears in His eyes

He runs
to gather them up
in His arms

Now
His tears
have turned
to joy

after all
He is the Ultimate Parent

Truly
He knows
our grief
our pain
and our sorrow.....

cj 2016

Love
As a river flows freely
Through you...and to you...

Cynthia Jean

1.18.2020

Seek for

a Holy flowing

from Me.

********

Cynthia Jean

January 2020

Turn back
Turn back

He cries
All the day long

Turn back
to your Shepherd

The Guardian
of your soul

The Guardian
cries

Turn back
and follow Me....

cj 2016

to know me is to know tears
to know Him is to know the same
but He promises to wipe them all away,
and to make all things new
with no sorrow added...
real true hope and love
anticipating the kingdom of God
coming
to this earth.

Cj 2016

Four Americans died
the president
lied
the press
complied
in
Benghazi.

Cj 2016

I am
so
grateful
for
those
who
listen.

Thank you all.

Sometimes
listening
might
just
save
a
life.

Might
be
the
invisible
offering
extended
enabling
one
to
hold on
for
one
more
day.

Cj 2016

The Lord says

stand at the crossroads

look

ask for the ancient paths

seek

where the good way is

walk in it

there

you will find

rest

for your souls

Jeremiah 6:16

cj 2016

Relentless
Beautiful
Glorious
Soundless
Falling

Snow

His painting
Exquisite
Tracing the
Silhouettes  of trees
And salting the air
with crystalline snowflakes.

In all
ever so peaceful
passing
all understanding.

Cynthia Jean
Copyright
February,  2020

Oh help me
to relinquish
all that I
cling to
that I might
manifest
all You created me
to be.

Cynthia Jean

February 8, 2020

What nice thing

will you do

for yourself....today?

Cynthia Jean
copyright
February 2018

He takes you to the place
of no return
and then
as you step forward
He parts the water.

Cynthia Jean

11.27.2019

the perfecting
is not my own......
how can it be?
it is the
poem
of God.....

CJ 2017

an unexpected source of beauty

nothing is ever wasted

beautiful things can come from the ashes...like the phoenix

cj 2016

Oh rest, My child.
Recline in My Arms
Under My Shadow.
I love you.
You are loved.
I know your grief.
You come to Me
Each Day.
Never ever give up.
Never quit.
You are Mine.
Bought with a price.
Paid for
and sealed
forever.

Cynthia J poems 7.24.2017

The thoughts and words
spoken on our best days
become our truth
on our worst days.
What we do in the dark
becomes true
in the light
.....

Cynthia Jean
February 2018

My thoughts and words
ripples
in your mind...

Rich jewels
ripples
in a clear pond...

The chorus
of the birds
My ripples
sent
through
the atmosphere...

The sweet, fresh air
rippling
through
your lungs...

Breathe deeply
My life
My Spirit
rippling
throughout...

cj 2016

Time to turn to God.

We must take a stand.

Be silent no more!

The silent are complicit,  weak,  and  cowardly.

Be brave, bold and courageous.

God has not given us a spirit of fear,  but power,  love,  and a sound mind.

Fear is demonic.

The "powers that be" (not Powers...have ears to hear) are suffocating this nation with a spirit of fear ( think about it...the healthy are under house arrest... and voluntarily ...
HOW CRAZY IS THAT!

We are under the ******* of the lies of the box and the tellers of tales!

My brothers and sisters

I plead with you now

We all need to

WAKE  UP

SPEAK  UP

RISE UP

BEFORE  IT  IS TOO  LATE

(And no more spewing of  hatred !!... we have become a nation of haters...and where does that come from?)

NOW IS  THE TIME.

I CAN NO LONGER  STAY  SILENT.

HOW  ABOUT  YOU???

Cynthia Jean
Copyright  
April 21, 2020

The sun
Kisses the earth
Good night.

The moonlight
is God's
Good morning
to us.

Cynthia Jean

Copyright 2.8.2020

Snow

so lovely

whispers softly

wondrously

silently

yet it crunches beneath your feet!

profoundly beautiful

its chorus giving perfect glory

to its Maker...

Can you hear it?

Cynthia Jean

Copyright 12-2021

Healed by the tsunami of Your Love

Let it flow through us all

That we might touch everyone around us.

********************­

Cynthia Jean January 2020

My own may dwindle
to a whisper
as a flame in a candle
goes out
only to become
smoke
.....
....
..

But a  connection
to The Voice
gives me life
Words of Life
flowing to me
........through me........

Words
which can only come from
The Way
The Truth
The Life

This Voice
gives me
Words of Hope

His Voice
His Words
become
His Life
in me
....

His Voice
....flows through me....

Not of myself

His Voice
becomes mine
incrementally

slowly
I am transformed

nothing
is by my power
or might
only by His Spirit
in me
......

by His Spirit
day by day
.....I am transformed.....

CJ 2016

My tears and My love
water your garden
each day.

Cj 2016

Help me to feel needed
useful
appreciated
a sense of belonging,
no longer feeling
disconnected
from everything
and everybody,
that I am
woven in
by You
........
that I am in
the right place
at the right time.

Cynthia Jean

January 2020

poems

are like grapes

squeezed
from the winepress

of grief
and sorrow....


cj 2016

Vintage heavy

are the grapes

and those grapes they are a'wrathing

Cynthia Jean

9. 2019

Writing
is the tablet
to
the doorway
to
your heart.

Writing, Child
Words, Child
are My gifts
to you.

They free
your heart
your mind
your soul
your very being.

They enable you to soar.

Fly free
like the wind
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cynthia Jean

January 2020

walking from one
impossible
situation
to another
trying to be
so careful
about what you're
saying
only to be
ambushed
once again
by your own
words
who can deliver you????
is life worth
the living?
i
questioned
that
today...
if the only
purpose
for life
is to spare
another's
grief...
if that is my
only
value,
then
the price
for staying alive
is
way
too
high

cj 2016

carry me, Lord,
please carry me
pick up these feet
too tired to walk
this heart
too burdened to feel
these lips
too tired to talk
this mind
too clouded to think
my life
is at an end
and that
is where Yours
begins...

cj 2016

To those who wait
their strength shall be
renewed...

Those who
put their trust
in Me
Shall soar
like eagles...
They shall run
and not be weary
They shall walk
and not faint....

Their hope
...in Me...
will be renewed.
And they will continually
experience
My Presence...

Their dependence
on Me
enables them
to do My will
and  give Me glory.

They will learn
to enjoy Me,
for in My Presence
is fullness of joy,
and at My right hand
are pleasures
forevermore.....


cj 2016

The soft
gentle rain
awoke me
only
to whisper
goodnight....

cj 2016

When it seems clear enough
to go it alone
the danger is greatest
of stumbling.
Ask for My Spirit
each step of the way,
never neglecting
My Strength
within you

Today.

Cj 2016

trusting
in the midst of trials
causes
peace to flourish
and the weeds
to
die
away
.
.
.
.

cj 2016