Speech Distilled as Dew

Day to day pours forth its speech

Nighttime knowledge hides and seeks.

No audible verbal word discerned

yet their voice goes out through all the earth.

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God bids us, “Hear creation’s song.”

Poetic lines to Him belong.

Teaching drops as summer rain

distilled as dew boldly proclaimed

like gentle rain on grassy hills

showers on new growth fulfilled.

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To unlock all the Kingdom holds –

the storehouse of its treasured gold

you must become a little child

and cultivate a simple style.

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Symbols, stories, poems, songs –

language of the Spirit’s dawn

awakens something deep in me

through  metaphoric eyes I see.

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To taste and see

and touch and smell

what do the senses seek to tell

about the language of the heart?

A hearing ear is where one starts.

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Riddles, rhymes and mystery

“dark speech” seeks to beckon me

deeper than I’ve known to go.

Playfully the truth is sown.

Deuteronomy 32:1-2

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In the 1970’s, Deuteronomy 32:1-2 captured my heart and in 1977 I made a plaque with that scripture that still hangs on my living room wall today. Out of necessity, I did a lot of analytic abstract writing through all my years in formal educational training. The only exception was a single creative writing class that I had to take because I tested out of having to take English—but a seed had been planted. It took at least ten years before that seed began to germinate and I was drawn to try my hand at creative writing; and fifteen years before I first began to write poetry.

What did “speech distilled as dew” mean? I didn’t actually understand until the 1990’s when the Spirit of Truth began to teach me how to think in metaphoric verbal creativity.

If you are stressing about what it is that you’re called to do in life (or a particular chapter in your life), know that your spirit will know before your head does. Follow the leading of the Spirit and, the path, in time, will unfold before you. Words are my love language—in particular word pictures and symbols, which are the imagery of metaphor. And, I’ve discovered that they are the primary way that my Maker both speaks to me and through me. That is “speech distilled as dew.”