Another miscellaneous excerpt…
Brendan and I took our relationship in leaps and bounds. We continued to write poetry for one another finding that the Lord used the words to reach a deeper place in each of our hearts that needed healing, deliverance and a voice of expression. Because of my past experiences, I didn’t trust men. But Brendan wasn’t like most men I had known and his kindness, caring and tender heart melted my cold sense of self-preservation. The walls that the Lord had been carefully dismantling over the previous five years or so suddenly began to tumble like Jericho. I felt the words of Brendan’s poetry loosen the grip of protection I kept on my cautious heart. Pain slipped away with my tears as I read the verses.
Just as God tells us that we love because he first loved us (1 John 4:19), I responded to the love the Lord showered on me through Brendan. Not only was I growing to love this man, but I was also falling more deeply in love with Jesus.
This is the way I always thought a relationship should be. I thought. The Lord drawing me to Brendan and Brendan drawing me to the Lord. It was the same for him. I sensed such a hunger in his heart for God, and I believe Brendan wasn’t even aware of the urgency behind it. God gave me poems for him as well that spoke to the pain he suffered due to the loss of both his parents and his wife. But I also felt the Lord impress on me that he had a new life for Brendan—something so much deeper, broader and greater than he had ever experienced before.
Nevada Seasons
Lightning crack follows the arc
Enchanting fields dissolving dark
Warning silent bear and lark
From whence appears that mighty spark?
Nevada heat to swelt the hour
Tabled milk and fruit to sour
Overturned by rampant shower
Who is HE that holds such power?
Browning leaves complete their quest
Fall to earth entombed at rest
Enrich the soil no longer guest
Transform and feed at HIS behest
Naked tree but sieves the breeze
Scarecrow waves an empty sleeve
Errant bird not south nor leave
Mistake mistake tis no reprieve
Dull the scene denotes the change
Coyote coat retains its mange
Burrow deep upon the range
Await the coming tide to wain
Then the driving snow the blizzard
Limb and line downed and scissored
Cracked the earth and left her fissured
Pagans chant behold the wizard!
Errant bird silenced song
Not here not now did not belong
No flight nor scurry nor living throng
Abound the tundra and river long
Blanket white changing scene
Fold it back reveal the green
Arrest the wind that cuts obscene
Replace rejoice now breath serene
Birth of spark we aim to seek
Yet promised to the mild the meek
Blessed are the poor the weak
Upon their card of life a streak
Says the LORD behold MY WORD
By him with ear be ME heard
Turn away the seer absurd
I AM I AM MY WORD referred
If you would love be firm and tender
To your heart then I may send her
Hold her cover her through you I mend her
Then her KING she will remember
For I AM source of spark and mist
The churning sea will not resist
Her eyes will soften search and whist
When love embraced, entwined and kissed
by Brendan
Laura Bennet - Author 