Warmth Wins

Warmth Wins

The assault is on,
Cold comes.
Trying to leak through
Crouching by the window and door,
Still as ice,
Menacing,
Determined,
Lurking,
Ready to pounce
At the smallest crack
In the armor of warmth
That cocoons me.
Sitting by a fire,
A mug of hot tea
Clasped in chilled hands.
Body and soul guarded.
Doors barred
To alien forces
That would kill
If allowed.
Instead I smile,
And
Warmth bubbles up!
Well-spring of life
Energy generated out of a loving heart
Lifts me light.
As I open the door
Cold retreats, slinking away to hide,
Awaiting another chance.
Meanwhile,
Warmth leads the way,
Melting the ice.
It follows me,
A trailing cloak protecting
As I go,
Out the door and into my life.

December 2016

Just Because… A Poem about loving

Just Because…

Because Jesus loves me,
I follow Jesus
Because I follow Jesus,
I am a Christian.
Because I am a Christian, I love.
I love everyone.
I try with His help.
Because I love Jesus,
I love other people that love Jesus.
Because I love Jesus
I love people that don’t love Jesus, too.
Because I love Jesus
I love even people that don’t love me.
Because I love Jesus I love people that are different from me.
I love the people who look, act, and love differently.
I love people who are red, blue,
black, white, gray, yellow and every hue in between.
I love people no matter where they were born
Even when I can’t understand their speech.
Because I love Jesus I love people that have made big mistakes,
Who have killed
Who have maimed
Who have caused suffering.
I see their mistakes. My eyes are open.
It makes me sad
But because I love Jesus I know that inside of my own heart
There is also a dark side
That only his love can fully extinguish.
Jesus helps me to see the people beyond the mistake.
To pull off the coverings and look at the possibility inside.
Sometimes it is hard.
Because I love Jesus I keep trying.
Because I love Jesus I love people that worship differently than me.
I love the Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, agnostics, atheists.
Because I love Jesus I follow him and try to love like he did.
Some days I am not very good at it.
But some days the light shines so brightly over everything
I know he smiles.
He loves me.
He loves you.
I don’t know why.
He is just like that.

Joy Eastridge
November 2016