I have a heart in my soul that is made for the Lover;

this heart will not be broken, will never feel forlorn.

No medical device can see this heart, its beating cannot cease.

It is a heart tended by God, eternally hungered for His love.

As I watched the clear blue sky, I asked Jesus this morning,
if any blindness in my heart causes me not to see.
Lord speak clearly like lightening,
or softly as pure white clouds.

On the horizon of my mind a thought flashed finally.
Two words from media news, I had taken for my gain,
using them as tags. How tactless I had been;
Such liberty for good, turned foul.

My sinful nature in hurriedness had neglected God’s
sure guidance. On the screen I had watched her
with gushing tears and sorrowful groans;
yet not ever matching hers.

I walked on that same street
to look for him when next day came.
He was not there.
I wished I could remove the unspeakable pain
on his furious face; etched with lines that spoke of life.
The sacred day he was conceived in his mother’s womb
can it be erased? The day before our eyes had met
linking our hearts that spoke: “Is there still hope for us?”
Searching to find the answer as I ponder how
he pushed his shopping cart away to continue his walk.

I believe.
This Report excels all other reports.
The Friday of Christ’s agony on the cross,
becomes the Good Friday.
My heart cries, I search for His presence.
the Light shines, tunes of Love
swirls on my Bible verses, I sing.
I turn my gaze toward my Maker,
with remorse for my aloofness all along.

Lamb of God,
Your blood breaks all calcified
sinfulness from this creature of Yours.
Let me not carry
this burden of unbelief.
On bended knees I ask, give
to me Your gift of thankfulness.

“The Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.”
Isaiah 53

This mighty Maker of our universe,

makes mellow flowers in color.

Touchy petals as well.

L. EVAHAN

How shall I verse the Story of a King I do not see,
when all I know is what I read, and in prayer I yield
in adoration unknown, yet known to the heart of mine.
Imagination turned to vision; and the vision to song.

I breathe the breath I do not see. Perhaps if
in earnest I try, the traveling light I could spy.
And what of distant lands, planets and stars,
illustrated for all to learn that they are truly there!

The Spirit of Love Mary received, for us to meet
Jesus the Son. With crucial labor she birthed Him,
in a barn of Bethlehem. That Christmas Day angels
sang Hallelujahs to the King, the Savior of the world.

Lucine EVAHAN 12/2025

Come Spirit of God! Creator of beginnings,
of Heavens and the Earth.
Now the Water appearing which seems
to be there, ready to imbue and irrigate
the soil drenched and ready for Your love.

Come breath of God, come and give life
to my languid soul and heart.
Speak words of love as it was
in Eden, when still intact and pure
at the first rays of morning sun.