Truth and Transparency - Poetry of Lara Moon
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updated 11/13/08
When the night terrible shudders one last breath and falls from my shoulders, my weakened eyes squint in morning's glory. Knowledge filters through as floating particles of light. Ah, I have loved Him all along.
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updated 10/21/08
My Tutu
I put on a sparkling tutu,
And danced before the mob.
They seemed in good spirits,
I thought I would hear it,
That obligatory applause.
Ain't nobody laughing,
Ain't nobody clapping,
A mouse scurried over the floor.
To silence the needy,
Use silence if need be,
Then tutus will drop to the floor.
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updated 10/19/08
Come, be a fool with me,
Live a day in naivety.
Cling unabashed to the One you love,
Laugh at impediments, toss the globe.
Tread the boards of the threshing room floor,
Lay yourself bare to the One you adore.
The Kinsman Redeemer will not be unmoved,
But will settle today the marriage of Ruth.
When the true curtain lifts on the fools and the saints,
The roles are reversed, the admission paid.
So come with me and be my love,
And we will all the Pleasures prove.
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updated 6/15/08
Besotted
The passing chorus of besotted saints
Sounds in Baker's black and white.
They, erect with living eyes,
Fill the risers and the skies.
Oh, impassioned print -
Pressing chords so dissonant.
Heated air and rising wind
Suspends the earthbound pilgrim,
Then turns him out with new resolution.
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updated 6/7/08
She Finds the Ocean
He met her by the sea,
And drew her in with the tide.
He wooed by way of colors,
Varied blues and frothy white.
He stirred her thoughts,
She tossed them high.
Her praise was spun
In dual delight.
This matron to the world,
Yet covered by His beauty,
Suits the heart He treasures so,
There's freedom as His servant.
And so she rests in soft white sands,
As seabirds serenade.
Her form not worth a second glance,
Her wrinkles spell an age.
But there is One who courts her soul,
And bloody was the ransom,
But in His debt she finds her worth,
In love she finds the ocean.
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updated 5/26/08
Please the One Who Marks Your Days
Oh, designated day,
When empty cars line cemetery roads,
Two wheels high and two wheels low,
As America searches for a final place
To color with flowers.
Yet, greater the number barren and green,
Of great grandparents,
And great great grandparents.
Not a memory alive contains their trace.
They, forgotten as if their hearts had never beat,
And feet had never hurried to and fro
To please the horizontal,
For the vertical cannot know.
But for One Eternal Memory
In whom their record rests assured
And echoes forward undeterred,
"Please the One who marks your days,
For all created pass away."
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updated 5/5/08
What is the Soul?
What is the matter of anima?
No matter at all.
Is it consciousness, awareness?
Yes, and more.
Feelings then? The bent of life?
No, that is only the applied.
And the evidence of distinctness?
The essence of your life.
Is it like an inside organ?
Perhaps a heart with eyes.
A perspective or a processor?
A core of God's design.
Such a wound tight mystery!
The better to unfold.
What is the soul? I beg of you -
The image of our Lord.
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updated 4/25/08
Sea Bent
A serious man has an appetite for the Sabbath.
Let him go into nature taking the sandals from his feet,
Then kneel and feast upon the symmetry of God.
Deep moving waters relish the bend,
The tug of line in the wind,
Then plunge as the fowl with blackened quill,
Sea bent till morning.
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updated 4/4/08
The Balance of Hurt is Pride
Satan sees that isolation creeps beneath the door.
The balance of hurt is pride.
Satan beckons, come inside.
Coldness steels o'er lighted hearth
Spitting disdain,
An equation remains -
No one gives a damn so words are vain.
Darkness applauds self regard,
Angry looks, and narrow vision.
Where are my eyes? On demon spies.
Be gone! my worth is not my own.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my home.
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updated 3/30/08
Rule My Heart
He surveys the terrain,
And finds a sad little state,
Hardened and weary,
Unworthy of His advancement,
Yet He comes!
The Great Conqueror!
And only the wind knows why.
Rebels fall in sweet submission,
For they see the eyes of promise,
Truth gleams as streams of living water,
His touch, the bread and fruit of miracles.
Love, Love, Love buds new soil for the kingdom.
Oh, Great and Sovereign God,
Rule my heart and make lush this wasteland of time,
That I might glorify You and enjoy You forever!
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updated 3/19/08
We Wake Up Where We Are...
We wake up where we are,
Half way through our life.
A stranger gazing on
The dead men walking by.
Prescribed conversation
On the mindless sinking norm,
Tilts the earth askew,
From the day that we are born.
A metal relic playground slide,
No one seeks, we run and hide,
Fast forward to an eight foot drop,
Our final bed of dirt and moss.
But midway through the quick descent,
We see the gate in chain link fence,
Quick inhale, then fasten eye
On yonder tree line, field, and sky.
Today's release, tomorrow's quest,
This grand expanse of tenderness!
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updated 1/18/08
Desert Furnace
Desert furnace of thorn and stone,
Blisters the skin, but conditions the soul,
For man cannot rely upon his own shadow
To shield him from the sun.
He cannot burrow as a creature of the sand
To escape the heat of this land,
But smothers in self-sufficiency.
He turns and turns,
Entitled yet abandoned.
Night falls upon the suffering.
A wild bird begins to trill,
Strange and sweet the thrill of Spirit discourse.
The Wind picks up and moves at will
As breath upon his face,
Here in this place
Sealed not forsaken.
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updated 1/1/08
A Bit of the Kingdom
A bit of the Kingdom
In an uneventful day.
Peace,
A warm steady immersion of the soul,
Into golden frames of still life.
The hardest hue to hold?
Yet, strands of vibrancy remain,
Increasing even unto Heaven.
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updated 12/19/07
A Confession of Listlessness
Lost, the meaning of the day,
Language ceased to move me.
Once sacred, profane. Sat listless, ashamed.
Detached from every mooring.
While adrift the west wind shifts
From glory to oppression.
Sin, sin, sin - the source, the end.
With eyes not on my Savior.
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updated 12/13/07
Veni, Veni,
To be born among the dead,
Seed of Jesse sown
Bears a hundred fold,
Upon fold, upon fold.
Veni, Veni,
Jolt of life,
Restoring the promise
As blood courses
Through a new line.
Veni, Veni,
Cover the wound,
As flesh warms
To a rosy pink,
And eyes weep.
Veni, Veni,
Over and over
The cries of mankind,
The groan of creation
To reunite!
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Same Old Enemy updated 12/11/07
Same old enemy
Came while I slept
With dark intention crept,
Laying quiet siege
To the fortress impenetrable.
I awoke riddled with shot,
Distraught,
But still I breathed.
If I could just push forward
though bedraggled, weary, spent.
Then forward I went.
Faithful One!
Adding to me
Rank upon rank
Imputing strength.
So little of me,
A legion of Him,
Defeats the old enemy
That nature within.
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Question and Answer updated 10/1/07
Question -
And when I shut my eyes, Dear Lord,
And voices softly fade
Unhearing will I stand alone?
Unknowing in my grave?
How long the curse of blackness
Till I see your blessed face?
Transformed from fall of Adam
To a new and priestly race.
Will I know an hour of sadness,
Or a minute filled with dread?
An instant lay unconscious,
A millennium rest my head?
"Today," He said, "You'll be with me,"
But how long is a day?
And will I see His reign unfold,
The old world pass away?
Answer -
I came to earth to answer death
"Oh, death where is thy sting?"
The shadow's for this world alone,
What terror can it bring?
Death's jurisdiction stops upon
The exit of your life.
The vanquished foe unseated,
No more sorrow, no more strife.
And when you shut your eyes at last
Your spirit will take flight
Upon the wings of eagles
Fast to this Son of Light.
So come you weary laborer,
Your body racked with pain,
Shed the doubt that burdens you,
Put on your heavenly frame!
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When Stephen Sits Down with Paul updated 9/15/07
When Stephen sits down with Paul in glory,
The buzz of inspired conversation halts.
Heads turn to witness
The rub of the past
healed to perfection.
A pat on the back, a swell of affection,
And spontaneous joy spills from the lips of the saints,
Rounds heaven in a wave of praise,
And approaches the throne.
All catch a glimpse of the Lord Jesus,
His nod,
His smile.
Breathless the multitude.
How vast the contentment of heaven!
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Enter September updated 9/1/07
Unencumbered lungs and legs
Racing here and there,
Tumbling, jumping breathing free
Refreshed by cooler air.
�Enter, September, you�re welcome here,�
The children�s voices ring.
Your scented breeze brings to mind
Brightly colored things.
Apples red, pumpkins orange,
Delights to taste and see,
�Canon ball!� a child cries
Then lands in golden leaves.
Freedom of mind and movement
In unaffected play,
Leads me to a greater thought
Of Resurrection Day.
Will our glorified bodies,
Transformed by God�s will breathed,
Dance before the throne of God
Unshackled and released?
Unencumbered lungs and legs
Racing here and there,
Tumbling, jumping breathing free
Refreshed by cooler air.
�Enter, child, you�re welcome here,�
My Father�s voice does ring,
�Well done my faithful servant
Come walk in pastures green.�
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Jonathon Edwards 8/21/07
Spectacles of eternity rest upon his face,
He cannot see but through that place
Where God, men, and angels co join to dwell,
And stroll the labyrinth of divine thought.
Such would tint his finite - a prelude to delight,
But eternity bares another place of unabated labor,
Tolls exacted, unattained,
So bury not one within this frame,
Awake them to the horror!
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Unconfessed 7/7/07
Douse the common and the easy,
The acknowledged or inferred,
Whilst blazing at the center
Unrepentant and unheard.
Useless prayer leaves the lips,
Erase the speck, not the stick,
Holding tight to the tree,
Let it be, Let it be!
Far too sweet the woe that sits,
And sickens in the cup.
Have done, have done, with my pet sin!
I cannot give it up.
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Creature, Thou Art Good. 4/27/07
Devoted mutt at the feet of his master,
Nudging gently the master's hand.
Eager eyes beg recognition
Of such tender ambition.
I belong to you.
The rustling tongue of cat tails
Wave upon the bank,
Think, mutt, think
What it is to have legs.
Run your nose to the wind,
And sample heaven's scent.
Heaven's scent upon the master,
Trickles softly to the ground.
Lapp up the milk of blessing,
Sweet reconciliation!
Creature, thou art good.
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