My life lived in the fast lane,
was rushed to have my way.
Desire I could not restrain,
Inured my soul’s decay.
In haste to pass the passe,
I forgot to seek God’s heart.
As I crashed in Baca Valley,
She tore my world apart.
Verdant valleys burnt to brown,
As desert’s hard scorched earth,
betrayed my utter lack of faith,
Parched in prayer-less dearth.
Baca fanned her flaming breath.
Her sun baked all my schemes.
She whispered warmly of my death,
And silenced all my dreams.
Stalled out in trackless arid waste,
My Mustang had slowed down.
Streaming tears ran down my face,
Till I knelt in muddy ground!
Then Baca smiled upon my way.
She flowered and began to bud.
Repentance broke my heart of clay,
And opened mercy’s sweet wet flood.
I’ve prospered here, a perfect fit,
Where no sane man would roam.
Freedom brought it, now I love it,
Baca is my home sweet home.
If you veer off the King’s highway,
From living like a madman,
If all your dreams get swept away,
In life’s swirling, shifting sand.
Remember me at home here,
I’m alive and doing well,
I’ve blossomed in a land,
Most folks say is burning hell.
“Blessed is the man whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the ways of them, who passing through the valley of Baca, make it a well; the rain also fills the pools. They go from strength to strength—every one of them in Zion appears before God.” Psalm 84:5-7
Marvelously done, Walter! The place of weeping.
Thanks Jilly. It was time to stop the limericks for a while
Goodness Walt. This is a hell of a Redemption song you sing. Amen to that Brother.
Thanks Paul. Redemption it is
I think you can thrive even in parched soil… it’s all in our souls.
Amen to that Bjorn!
It is a miracle the quenching we can get by getting on our knees. True nourishment.
For sure! Knee power 😂
I liked these two lines: “Repentance broke my heart of clay,
And opened mercy’s sweet wet flood.”
Thanks Frank. I needed to get away from the puns for a while
That is indeed a transformative journey~ Love this part:
Repentance broke my heart of clay,
And opened mercy’s sweet wet flood.
Thanks Grace 😁
Wonderful. Even with threat of forest fire (and in my case tsunami), when one loves the land we live on, we are happy souls.
For Sure!
I like this poem of redemption repentance and grace. A true miracle indeed.
Thanks Toni, love that redemption
I had suggested to the mayor of the precinct to reproduce them and make enameled copies of them for the tourist trsde. He said they sold enuff sake.
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Mercy, there’s some good message there. Repentance broke my heart of clay…. nice.
Thank you 😁
I enjoyed your journey though the valley of Becca… Sometimes we only learn from the school of hard knocks!
dwight
Thanks Dwight 😁
I love a happy ending…
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What an awesome testimony of a soul making its way back to God!
Thanks Mary. I’ve wound up there several times
Listening to the land always seems to bring us home…wherever we are.
Yes it can 😁
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You are lucky, to have found your home in Bacca.
Hope I’m just a passing through
A stunning account of prodigal living, redemption and grace–told in such exquisite rhythm and rhyme!
Thanks Frank 😃
My pleasure, Walter!
Reaching the promised land and thriving in it…..how inspiring.
Thanks Vivian. Baca Valley is a testing place though, not the promised land 😊
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BurnT
oF Flame
Flicker Soars
TorcH oF LiFE
Comes Bonfire
oF Saint Elmo’s
FirE
CoVeRS
VaLLeYs oF ‘ForE..:)
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You describe a soul’s journey beautifully!
Thank you!
I sense, in my reading of you poem, just the slightest allusion to biblical literature. 🙂 Powerfully done.
Just a hair Charley 😉
Psalm 84 is one of my “new” favorites…thanks for sharing this perspective from Baca.
Thanks Lynn, nice warm place