Read Part 1
"He will bring full justice to all who have been wronged."
Heaven's glory
Emits passionate love
Where the dark of the world
Is oppressing
Loved one, your God is
Listening.
Be still.
Remember His promises
In the day of your affliction.
Nothing goes unseen,
Give it to Him.
Find a place to rest
Under His covering.
Let Him act on your behalf.
Look to Him to be
Judge of righteousness;
Undertaker of your cause;
Swift rebuker
To the wicked and corrupt.
In His mighty power, the
Creator and finisher of
Everything
Takes up your case,
Orders His armies.
Angels in ranks
Leap to obey,
Live to do His will.
Why are you cast down?
Heart, be lifted up.
Open your eyes and see
Him fight for your honor,
Avenge you at last,
Victorious,
Eternally fair and faithful.
Behold your conqueror,
Enthroned in the heavens,
Even now steps down -
Name above all names,
Wielding truth and holiness,
Raising His awesome hand.
Order will be restored
Now and forever.
Give your hurt to God.
Everything is His to
Decide.
(C) 2011 Tasha Chinnock
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Monday, November 28, 2011
Our Alliance
Our alliance
Speaking - and knowing without speaking
The reassurance
of limitless solidarity
Bound to eachother's burdens
The sacred communion
of mother and daughter.
(C)2011 Tasha Chinnock Tweet
Speaking - and knowing without speaking
The reassurance
of limitless solidarity
Bound to eachother's burdens
The sacred communion
of mother and daughter.
(C)2011 Tasha Chinnock Tweet
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Hermitage
Its quiet here
when they are gone.
Blank, white walls
Hold their breath
Stubborn as toddlers.
The lightbulbs sit and burn in silence
Like angry friends
Intent on not speaking first.
I don't even talk to myself.
It feels irreverent
To interrupt the wake,
Observing all the loud, messy laughter
That dies every other Sunday
when the sun goes down.
This extended moment of silence
Reminds me with its nothing pulse
That they are missing.
(c) 2011 Tasha Chinnock Tweet
when they are gone.
Blank, white walls
Hold their breath
Stubborn as toddlers.
The lightbulbs sit and burn in silence
Like angry friends
Intent on not speaking first.
I don't even talk to myself.
It feels irreverent
To interrupt the wake,
Observing all the loud, messy laughter
That dies every other Sunday
when the sun goes down.
This extended moment of silence
Reminds me with its nothing pulse
That they are missing.
(c) 2011 Tasha Chinnock Tweet
Jazz
A Grievance!
She cries out indignantly
at the swarth of the mercury.
It rises, it falls,
and all the while it is
a dark, untrustable thing.
Does it even believe in itself?
Like a tepid bath boasting steam
that delivers little more
than shivering wetness.
A lie! A lie!
And I knew not to listen.
I said I wouldn't
but plugging my ears turned out
to be pointless
with my uncanny talent
for lip-reading
I wish I could read your mind instead
I wish I could turn my back on you completely.
(c) 2011 Tasha Chinnock Tweet
She cries out indignantly
at the swarth of the mercury.
It rises, it falls,
and all the while it is
a dark, untrustable thing.
Does it even believe in itself?
Like a tepid bath boasting steam
that delivers little more
than shivering wetness.
A lie! A lie!
And I knew not to listen.
I said I wouldn't
but plugging my ears turned out
to be pointless
with my uncanny talent
for lip-reading
I wish I could read your mind instead
I wish I could turn my back on you completely.
(c) 2011 Tasha Chinnock Tweet
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