Monday, December 21, 2015

Wolf




                         Through misted hills you roam,
                         Your howls echo through my heart.
                         Tears slide down my cheeks.
                         Why won't you listen?
                         I see your pain
                         My hands reach out
                        To touch your side and
                        Stop the blood flow.
                        But your eyes flash in fury
                        Your fangs glint in torchlight.
                        Though you've bitten me twice
                        And my hands shake in terror
                        I will beseech you through
                       The moaning winds that call your name
                       The sun warming your back
                       Waterfalls echoing your grief.

                       I pray  you call on the One Who names the stars
                      And calms the storms
                      To soothe your tormented soul.
                      Let Him in.
                      Let His balm cover your wounds
                      My tears are offerings
                      For your release.

                      I will not hinder you.
                      Run my wild one.
                      The Hound of Heaven
                      Seeks you
                      He is never far behind.
                      His footsteps will guide
                      You through the thorns
                      To streams of solace
                      To rivers of joy
                      To glens of peace
                      To forests of strength.

                
                    
                     
                      

                     
                      
                       
                      

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Welcome!

Hello and welcome to Sanctagon a haven of peace and restoration in a trying world. If you're wondering about the name of this blog it comes from the splicing of the Latin word Sanctos and the Greek Agon which means "Holy Struggle".  Philippians 3:13 states, "Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." I hope this blog encourages and inspires you to keep fighting the good fight of faith.
 One way I hope to encourage and inspire you is by writing stories, poems, and musings. Please join me as we cross worlds, time, and maybe even... space? :)   I hope you enjoy them and find comfort in His Presence. God bless and keep you always.