Today’s post is a little different for me. It’s a poem which comes from a friend, Brita Alaburda, who is very artistic and has a love for words. She loves God, people, poetry, and chocolate cake (: among other things. She is also a fellow Word Weaver. Please let her know what you think of her poem! Thank you.
Corrosion comes to this corruptible goblet
When a decision is made
to play out
my mind’s ecstatic imaginations
at the incorruptible lustrous silver
of the conversations
between the King and I
preferring the gradual, vain destruction
of thoughts causing selfish reaction
and in doing
the organic metallic is blemished
I am left dull
as a woman tarnished
I succumb to my stained silence
no longer articulating the artistic,
with the only sound being my discolored groaning
I close my eyes
feel a sensitivity to
majestic Life unlike myself,
commanding a seeking
So I do what I know to do – ask –
If it is possible, my cup has become dark–
And I am empty–
Allow the words of my living to speak freely again?
I am made anew
substance bringing forth utterance
drink of delight
with pronunciation properties peculiar to myself
yet dignified possession refined to His liking
receiving a royal refreshing
going from gray to gold
can copious producing
of only pure
liquefied gilded word glory
Thanks for sharing Brita’s talent! ~ Ben C.
You’re welcome! Thank you for reading her poem.
Excellent! Beautiful discourse on the powerful experience with The Holy Spirit!
John, to God be the glory! Yes, the Holy Spirit gives me the words.
And it is a gift!
What a gentle spirit behind these words. Thank you so much for sharing Ms. Brita’s work ma’am. Such a blessing!