I write a lot of poetry that I never really share or has only been shared as spoken word performances. Today, I wanted to share one of those poems from my 2005 collection. I hope you enjoy it! -Patrice Gerideau
Eternity put a smile on my face from deep within where imprints of Alpha Omega touch the recesses of my soul Breath of life filtering O2 from CO2 carrying red rivers by way of tiny streams intersecting and connecting to organs, tissues, muscles, cells and my heart which beats only for Jesus This temple immersed in living waters comes back up whole in Him completed by His perfection by oneness in Him my Savior my Lord my Hero left the comforts of home dwelt among broken vessels to crush the head of the trifling serpent who dared to separate the created from the Creator I love you for loving me enough to leave your Father’s side so that the ladder reaches to God’s heart forevermore Jesus Integrity in my inconsistency faith in my fear intellect in my ignorance peace in my paranoia power in my powerlessness Jesus, the very source of true love My tears speak what words can’t when my mind tries to comprehend the depth of your love for me Gratitude springs forth from the praises on my lips the more I sing my love song to you the more I am lost in the beauty of You your grace, your mercy, your holiness You hold me captive as you shape and mold dust made into potter’s clay with the cleansing waters of life everlasting Jesus the Light since before time traveled into the limited planes of my earthly existence filled my heart to the brim overflowing, over-flooded with joy at your casting out the dirt, muck and mire of a sin-sick core pushing, purging, purifying me with the bleach of your blood of forgiveness To praise you daily for the rest of my days with gaps of infinitesimal time can’t even begin to be a speck of dust in the vastness of the galaxy of the debt of gratitude I owe you for the gift of You Your life You met me at the place of my death with a gentle knocking on the door of my heart. Persistently, persistently, your wounded hand continues to make me over and over and over again until my thoughts meditate only on whatever is true, noble, just, pure, lovely, of good report Of virtue and Is praiseworthy Sometimes the mind becomes a battlefield as flesh wages against spirit for control as thoughts assail and tongue becomes tied and twisted in the confusion, but just when temptation seems to be gaining ground, the landmine of your Word explodes in the enemy’s face as I remember Jesus The Truth and the Light Jesus My rock, my sword, my shield Jesus The source of my endless supply Jesus I love you so You are the walk in my stride The wind in my sail The breath in my breathe The internal of my inner beauty The lamp that forever glows The spark, the flame, the fire in my soul The very meaning of love Jesus, Jesus, Jesus