Category Archives: Spiritual

Whispering soul

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Trying not to be proud
Trying not to be broken
Noticing both
With each word spoken
Asking for humility
Asking for grace
Without both of these
A soul is misplaced
Sitting and listening
Whispering soul
Uttering utterances
Utterly told
Through feelings and prayers
And songs and groans
A soul in wrapped in canvas
A body on loan
Wanting true freedom
Tasting it now
But without the ability
To swallow somehow
Remaining awaiting
A time yet to come
When unbound and open
Goodness will run
Lasting forever
Finally peace
Endlessly sunshine
Completely released

© Keely Myles
February 21, 2016

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Year-end

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Four swans sitting
Preening on an icy lake
Breezeless morning
Time to contemplate
Snow fallen
Finely placed
Thankful heart for
Such wondrous days
December has never
Ended this way
The year is naked
With possibilities
Here’s to what God
Next orchestrates

© Keely Myles
December 28, 2015

“The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.” ~ Ecclesiastes 7:8

The City 

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If you look left of tge CN Tower, perhaps you’ll see one of the two stars I could spot from my hotel window tonight.

When we make

Our lights

So bright

We can’t see

Your stars

In the night

Then we have

No reference

At all

 

When we make

Our walls

So tall

We can’t see

Your sun

At all

Then we always

Walk in

Shadows

 

Oh LORD,

You are the light

We need

Your reference

In the night

 

Oh LORD,

You are the sun

We need

Your radiance

In sight

 

I can’t imagine

Myself with

No reference

In the shadows

 

Break my city lights.

Tear down my city walls

 

I want

Your direction

 

I want

To see

Your glory

 

© Keely Myles

November 12, 2015

 

After reflection of the night sky here tonight, my heart aches for the thousands of lost people in Toronto. Those who don’t know their Maker. My heart aches for those who don’t have the Light of Jesus all the way across this land. But my heart also aches that I build my own walls and shine my own light instead of living fully alive for Him, and not truly reflecting enough of His glory in my words and in my actions to those around me. How much more should I know Him and follow His guidance? I think there is a correlation between these two dilemmas in my Christian walk.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+6&version=ESV

The Greatest Imagineer

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Imagination
Is amazing
It defies all
Laws of nature
Though science
Puts boundaries
And facts around
What goes on
The mind makes
No such lines
Anything can happen
One can bend
All rules
It is a crazy
Awesome tool
And it sets apart
Humankind from
The animals too
Men are full
Of creative thought
Because they
Were made
In the image
Of God
Therefore He
Should be
The Ruler
Of all imaginings
All minds ought
Bow their dreams to
The Greatest Imagineer
Whose art is supreme
Who else spoke
Life into being
Who else made
All science
All creation
All in the universe
Unbeknownst to man
Nobody can outdo
The Ancient Artist’s hand
All we think
All we do
Can only be
Conceived
And created
Because He
First thought
Of me and you

© Keely Myles
March 12, 2015

Dusk ’til Dawn

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I do not oft sleep easy,
But oft I hear the frogs
Lift songs welcoming the dusk.

I do not oft sleep easy,
But oft I feel the Lord
Of Comfort’s present touch.

I do not oft sleep easy,
But oft I hear the birds
Whisper first words to the dawn.

I do not oft sleep easy,
But oft I know the peace
That He’s there when I’m alone.

© Keely Myles
April 28, 2015
Psalm 121

http://youtu.be/Bv8SJEbCpTk

A Messterpiece

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I am a bumbling
 Ragamuffin
 Full of blurts
 And spatter
 I am a messy
 Piece of art
 With mistakes
 That do not matter
 I'm a grotesque beauty
 Within a world of
 Swirling lies
 I am a squishy
 Caterpillar cocoon
 Turning into
 A butterfly
 I am but
 A lowly weed
 In a field of
 Wild flowers
 I am content in
 The breeze
 Though I am
 Fading by the hour
 I am teardrops
 In a tissue
 And stifled peals
 Of laughter
 I am a monkey
 On the bars
 The silliest of disasters
 I am like an
 Empty wallet
 With missing
 Pieces of ID
 Still I am a penny
 In a pocket
 Shiny and happy
 I am just a
 Dusty bunny
 In the thrift store
 Down the road
 A secondhand somebody
 Who still is a treasure
 Though not of gold
 I am unkept secret
 A scalawag of worth
 For The Artist paints me
 Smiling with the
 Pigments of the earth
© Keely Myles
 April 20, 2014
Ephesians 2:10
 Isaiah 64:8





Concubine confusion?

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I despise
That there are
Concubines
In the Bible
In messes
With my mind
That these
Holy men
Could be holy
And have them
Maybe in this
Different culture
Difference time
It was normal
But to this
Girl from 2015
It seems obscene
And contradictory
To so treat
Women

God,
I do
Trust You
And see
That only You
Are perfect
All men have
Always been
Missing the means
To be righteous
And still You
Use history
To fulfill
Your plan
For mankind
Though I don’t
Near understand
Aspects allowed
At Your hand
I know Your
Ways and thoughts
Are higher
Than mine
So even if
I don’t get
These things
As I should
I know You
Can turn evil
Into the good
And one day
Please perhaps
I won’t question
Your design

© Keely Myles
March 12, 2015
Isaiah 55:6-9;
Romans 8:28