True love is golden
Seek the lover of your soul
The One whose love is gold
Approval – we all need it and we all assert it. True, we should not seek man’s approval for our identity or we will end up with a false identity.
How sad, that a majority of us are products of our father’s ungodly opinions of us, that molded or melted our self-esteem and causes us to grope
around – in our fifties- for the approval we never received from our father. I forgave my father and he is in heaven now.
I was one of those neglected, abused people. Only the love of God has nurtured me with the understanding and forgiveness, that it was not my father but the enemy
speaking through his own hurt from his father. Occasionally, things trigger the emotions, old wounds try to open and the
shield goes up by realizing that I am a child of God, not some one who “Has no brains” or “Will never amount to anything” or told to
“Shut your damn mouth – you don’t know what you’re talking about.” No wonder some of us still seek affirmation or approval when we try to communicate something.
I want to be an effective mouthpiece for God. Not for my own satisfaction but to guide people around or through what I have been through,
and give glory to God for doing the leading. Helping people to realize that if they have no confidence in themselves, they can have confidence in God’s confidence in them,
that “The good work that He started in them, He is faithful to complete” – for the benefit of others and to give God the glory. Many blessings to you, Mark Ettinger
Poetry is a universe with billions of stars in it.
Each poem is a star that shines in the heart of the person or poet, if you will; whose heart and mind found communion with a pen and paper and had the compassion, empathy and love, to share it with the world.
Never classify yourself-simply be yourself.
No one else can write what you or I write.
They don’t have our heart.
I don’t have to be poetic, for His word has written me.
Poetry is His Holy Spirit living inside of me.
“Lord, You Yourself are poetry”
Writing and singing my love to God and His love for me
God Himself is poetry
The balance of His creation is poetry
Time and His word are rhyme and harmony
I don’t have to write it – I can see, hear, smell it
Touch the poetry of His creation
He is within me – poetry
The Sun lighting the day
The voice and the song
The words on a page
The kiss of two lovers
Wind through the trees
The dew on the ground in the morning
Your Holy Spirit among us is poetry
Your love for me is poetry
You are poetry