Be Still and Know

The heart has no well to draw from without the light of your word. My mind has no place of focus if I am not deeply stirred. Yet there is a messenger that trumpets your voice... saying: come my beloved and make a choice. As the times they are raging with the markings of war, and yet I call you to come and to listen like never before.
For in the listening you will find what I have set in place; to be as a mirror of my mercy and grace. So come my beloved and stay by my side...for it is in the obedience you shall come to abide.... in quietness and confidence as the prophets of old... for there is need to see what was silver has become as the rarest of gold.

The Path of Joseph

His door opens and I am blinded by its light, all things become a witness of the one who is my delight. Framing this experience with the gentleness of his love for the one who will surrender and rise above; all that is without measure a kingdom without sight. Wearing a coat of many colors His garment of great delight; to walk in the fullness of His awakening in a place hidden deep within regarding what is given as the very essence of Him and as this door opens...I am startled by what I see...a precious pearl of great value revealed ... within me.

The Sound of Thunder

The trumpet sounds His vessel speaks yet it is all about the one we seek. His voice is clear His word rings true while at the same time it is heard by only a few His mantle is given His authority proclaimed to one who is willing to seek healing in his name His thunder rolls across the heavens above as his nature is established in those he loves.

In His Courts

Pillars in His temple, placed in view of the Master and His chosen few. Purposed to stand when all else falls short. These single pieces are perfected in the inner court; while altars of incense burn with an all-consuming fire; placed in positions of mercy by His desire. Strong yet delicate they speak of what is required. With a vision of tomorrow that gives rest for today A promise of renewal in guarding what we say; refining a third part on the potter's wheel In a people in whom His love is sealed.

In a Heartbeat

A sweet bouquet aromatic to its core I am amazed at what I see just beyond this door. Beautiful yet simple I am made sure of the voice of Him: as I stand knocking He ushers me within. In a manner that is as startling as the sunrise in the sky above...To one who has just awakened to the heartbeat of his love.

Chosen One

Set apart to soar among the heavens as if on eagle’s wings, ye are a people released by the Father to think on these things. Blessed by the Fathers presence, Moved by His everlasting Love one sees the mourning turn to comfort with such manna sent from above Encompassed in the quiet while taken in by this Voice within my heart is strengthened by the workmanship of the potter that can only be performed by HIM. For he has set His people as a light in a dark place, to reveal this and more To all who would come a little further and open this hidden door.

His Champion Has Come!

With words inexpressible from within His heart His love is revealed but no longer in part. Through His champion, His warrior of His desire: to manifest in the midst of this all consuming fire. As a rock that is hewn from deep in Him, as a lamb raised up from within; His compassion's made real to those willing to peruse those things once sealed; by setting their affections on the things above and then listening to the heartbeat of His turtle dove. In a calling unrecognized by the nature of man but proven by the one who will obey His command in a promise that is true. His champion, His warrior is bound to renew all that was eaten by the locust and the canker worm all that was destroyed by those who do not discern: Now is the time and today is the day to give Him the glory in a new and living way. For the Champion has come with one purpose in mind to call forth His sons, His beloved as His eternal sign.

With Faith to See

Just as Lazarus was raised from the dead by the word Jesus said, He shall be changed in a twinkling of an eye. Just as Jonah was released from the belly of the whale, we shall rise up and overcome with a love that cannot fail. Just as in the days of Ruth, we must walk a hidden path in truth and just as Paul and other that has gone before had faith for what they could not see. We must become quiet to receive the key to unlock what has hidden deep in Him and just as Esther; we must have confidence to go within.

Legacy of Love

Light binds to light in a legacy of love written on the heart as my delight; this fire burns both hot and cold drawing another into my fold. Quickened in the moment by my spirits woo; I am renewing and refining the work I do in you. So that you may know just as night follows day I go with you in the words you pray. For it is I who has caused you to discern the time and it is call and I who draw you near you mine.

All poems written by: Joanne Cain

Copyright ©1991 Joanne Cain