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Farm Chapel

Inside a barn long since made into a chapel,
The congregation sits on wooden pews among the calves.
Maybe others a dog or a cat or two,
Creatures two legged,
And ones who stand on all fours come to rest...
Perhaps play and eat their meals for the day.
Man, woman, beasts together in a special hollowed place
Bow before and PRAISE THE LORD.
For none can forget that our Savior was born in a mere stable.
In tribute to that special night and that special morning,
Now here in Farm Chapel you can hear the angels saying,
"GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST, to baby Jesus our 
King of all that is and is to come. AMEN."


Southfield Chapel is located in Lancashire England
Farm Chapel is the first of two poems written at the 
prompting of my beloved friends Pastor Barry and Dorothy Dickinson.

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Here Comes the Bride

Here comes the bride all dressed in white
Kneeling clean and pure before her Groom, 
the Lord, the Lamb who was slain in order
to take all the sins away... saved to live
all of her life with her beloved in eternity...
to be able to shine before the Father covered
by the Blood of truth, the life and the way.
The ultimate betrayal was forgiven when on that
hellish day we turned away from our first love
and ran into the waiting arms of evil.
Even now in this day and age, many of His children,
the children of the Lord are truly far... far away even
though they say they are so very close.
I at times can be included in this aspect of things
when I am not focused on what needs to be, for
we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but 
with the powers and principalities that exist.
Our Lord and Groom asked us to pick the one we 
want to be with now and then in the forever.
So let us be brave and walk boldly into the shadows
to disperse the darkness inside, knowing that the
final victory is already  His.

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My First Love

So hard to keep moving sometimes,
Trying to keep my life in line with you Lord.
So many things trying to take me away from
You my first one, my steady one whom loves 
Everything that is me.
Like a tree that is planted next to your life
giving waters, I will refocus and be content in Thee.
Any extra blessings are meant for me to pour
Out and bless others with.
Yet my reward is already with me, and that
Reward is You!

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Dust Bunny

Dust bunny, dust bunny I see you as you
make your escape under the sofa hoping that
the big, noisy, red contraption that I push around
won't fit under there; to feel the pull of the suction
on your ever growing, furry back side.
Lucky for you I let you slide and continue to hide until
I get renewed and my human energy becomes alive
to resume the chase, and ultimate capture of one so sly...
So I say to you little dust bunny stay there while you may.
But there might be worse things under that sofa or do you care?
Lucky for you I dislike moving that sofa and peering at what
is left there.
But what is left there might be your own personal house of horrors.
You might have had a better end if you  had let me catch you, to put
you in a trash bag for the garbage truck to take you away into
a place where you could possibly escape to a dust bunny haven where
you could spend all your days making friends with the other dust bunnies.
Then you could play and play all of your remaining days.


S.E. Clark

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Our Reason That We Are Eternal

Have you been told by man
To stay down with them,
That its right to stay this way
Because it is humble?
Yet I have learned that to be humble
Is to be grateful and loving.
Humble does not mean being boastful true...
That does not mean to halt the wonderment of one's spirit,
Of one's right to look up, stand up from where some 
Do just want to stay, crawl...
To lift up hands to lift up the feet in praise,
Joyful reverence to give our Father God looks of love
And send on such things as true gratitude for every perfect gift
No matter the size He bestows upon us through the way of His
Only begotten Son...
Jesus our beloved our reason that we are eternal...
So never be afraid to breathe, lift, thresh, dance, jump with mirth in 
Divine grateful gladness of heart, mind, body, soul.
Times of quiet to be sure.
Times of woe to deep cleanse the inner soul, one's wounds after 
Lows, life's experiences which sometimes leave us bent.
Then there is the renewing of everything in us and even around us.
Seeing the renewal in a new Light of Day... pressing in until there we are
Running into Father God's arms as He patiently waits... so glad He is to 
See us as He hugs us tight asking if we are alright .
Then inside of His warm forgiving, such loving embrace we say that everything
Is so bright, then ask Him how He is even while knowing the answer because
That's just what a father's child would do amen.

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Sister Faith

A true daughter,
Delightful.
A polished gem in the Good Master's crown.
Another soul of the Virtues demonstrates
Further the role of Faith in our Lord's realm
Of the here and now...
Singing so sweetly to our Jesus
Of all the love that she had long since found in Him.
Favored for her adherence to having,
Applying the small grain of a mustard seed to the
Existing situations  that she might be faced with...
Situations that daunt her not in the least...
That by the authority of His Name this dear sister
Is no stranger to speaking the Word into these 
Areas of her life... into the lives of others that she has come
To hold so dear.
A maker, seller of lovely jewelry is a gift she gladly possesses,
Makes the most out of this special talent, this special craft.
Makes the recipients of these hand crafted jewels joyful of heart,
And the ones to whom had never heard the message of our
Lord's salvation,
Eternally grateful, for now they too will one day walk the Kingdom's
Streets of gold with praise, thanksgiving in their hearts.
For now though these newly born into the Kingdom take up their
Own God given gifts and talents to use them in full measure for
His Glory and many people's good... while they pass on the most 
Valuable message of Jesus' redemption to all who would say yes
Lord and believe it so.
Wisdom, lessons gained.
To rise, to walk in the here and now.

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A Sweet Aroma

Walking like the tortoise;
my pace might be slow,
but it is steady.
And as I walk I carry a set of drums,
play a rhythm that is given to me.
This rhythm becomes part of my heart.
I follow after Jesus learning to turn
neither to the right or to the left.
Then I smell a sweet aroma;
this scent reminds me of Angel Food Cake.
I open my mouth in faith and take a bite
of that delicious fare...
then I continue to follow Jesus wanting
more of what He has for me; because
I find Him to be most delicious and nutritious 
all at the same time!




S.E. Clark  2015

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Gladness of Heart

Beautiful winds
They carry me to You.
Streams of color I do pass through.
I come and behold Your love Lord,
You are like no other.
Peace is mine, gladness of heart forever.
You sing your precious song over me Jesus
Thank You my Gracious and Beloved King,
My Giver of eternal life, eternal love, eternal joy.
Your peace passes all understanding... with You
I shall always live even though I die in all my ways here.
I praise You Jesus... as we both refer often to this precious
love note.
All my praise to You and Your continued manifest Self to us
And to Your Kingdom.
My Beloved I am truly Yours as You are truly mine...
As You always remind me and it becomes an ever deeper,
Increasing Truth living inside my heart, mind, soul.
I love You thank You!



S.E. Clark 9/6/17

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The Tolling of the Bells

Love not this life, for the tolling of the bells will soon still 
and this life that we know will soon still, 
will never be the same.
Down here upon this earthly plane we must learn 
to discern what is the purest truth, the way of our Lord Jesus
and what things are a lie.
That we need all that money can buy no matter what the cost.
If we listen to the great liar's philosophy that everything is 
here for the taking and that we can entertain our own fleshy 
pleasures, then our souls will get stuck and sink into the fiery pit.
So let us get out of the rising mire while we still may and help 
rescue His precious people no matter the time of day.
For the hour is now, to wipe away His people's frowns even 
during these times of great tribulation.  When the end is near 
He will wipe the slate clear the whole and the sum of creation.
Then with the purest of fires a new Heaven and a new Earth 
will be formed, so too will our bodies be transformed into new 
and wondrous forms.  New bodies that will be able to soar
far above the earth, moon and stars like an eagle flies so 
effortlessly upon the wind.
Heaven's golden bells will then again ring and all will be well 
because by our Savior's grace we have been redeemed from hell.
Our transgressions will be no more, and we will bow down deeply 
before our Lord; we who are the joy of our King... since that 
is whom we were made for.





by S.E. Clark

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Looking Into a Mirror

Looking into a mirror, a beautiful lady's face stares, and smiles
Back at one who reflects about her place in society, about finding
That secret spiritual place within herself.
For a moment the clock stills, her smile turns upside down.
When she was being formed in her mother's womb she was safe.
Born into a wonderful world of surrounding love, an unseen
Visitor soon made himself known.
Fear, along with his loyal companions, Insecurity, Abandonment, 
Doubt, make it their life's work to prey on those weaknesses in
Spirit that we have left unguarded.
Growing evermore into an inner peace as time moves on, this
Woman is now not always that young woman, because she knows
And becomes aware of that with each passing day that her life is a
Special gift.
Now the lady gazing into the mirror smiles once again.
Her mind pushes the unwelcome visitors even further into
Healing, a final vortex of conquering faith.