The Children's Playground

God speaking to me through the spiritual gifts of my friends.

Wendy Shoshanna:

"Baby, You're Going Home." (Original lyrics, music and song by Wendy Shoshanna. All rights reserved). A song about the loss of miscarriage and finding hope, beauty and purpose in the midst of that sorrow.

Leaves Rustling: (Wendy was given this poem in response to the frustration that she experienced in regards to her music making. As soon as she tried to write her song down, the distractions and obstacles began. We talked about it. Identifying with her struggles, I said, "I know what that is. That's spiritual warfare! It's resistance. It will come as soon as you try to navigate towards your true purpose. The intent of the resistance is to kill the message and the mission within."  This poem was about that battle. It revealed that it was a fight, and described the deadly nature of that struggle. While the theme was dark, the poem's underlying message was not despair, but encouraged both of us to keep reaching for that inner light and to never give up.)

Leaves rustling above 

I lay in feathers softly strewn 

on a bed of straw. 

Children wanting more,

more time to run and play.

Mothers calling to them,

they must end their day.

Just another moment,

just a minute more,

wishing for the close of day

to always stay afar.

But mountains loom beyond,

darkness closes in,

the chill of night approaching,

the warmth of day will end.

Slowly, slowly falling —

in the depths of darkness and despair.

Cold claws pierce my skin

terror grows within,

calling, calling through my pain,

begging for relief.

Sinking, sinking in the mud

hope just fades away.

When did things come to this?

when dawn brings no relief?

Slowly, slowly chipping away 

’til there’s nothing left of me?


Iris Cloud: A modern day psalmist and prophetic poet. All rights reserved.


Slowly, just brick by brick

building a bridge, strong and thick,

making a way to overcome,

feeding the poor, waking the numb.

Slowly, just by grace of God,

even if it feels so hard,

it just continues to grow,

and the results God will know.

All for the purpose of better ways,

greater blessing upon it lays.

Looking back, it was always there,

still to be found anywhere.

That bridge of life leading home,

nobody needs to walk alone.

It connects and brings us hope,

gives us faith and throws us the rope.

Draw closer, come to unity,

bridge of life gives victory.

There's no more divided fields,

love is showing how it feels.

Slowly coming to life,

through the fire and some strife,

bridge of life standing strong,

giving us a brand new song.

Come and worship, hear the call,

bridge uniting old and small,

it even makes the dreams come true,

there's a place waiting for you.

There is love and hope and faith,

bridge invites all, it's not late.

All are welcome to celebrate,

you just have to have that faith.

You won't sink, it won't break,

bridge of life has what it'll take.

Just be still and carry on,

brick by brick you're made strong.

Read more of Iris's prophetic poems and diary entries at Speaking Cloud and at Umbrella Notes.


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