This poem was written ten years after the initial poems in this exchange. A long time, or so it used to seem. I did a study once on time and tried to understand the unusual concept that YHVH does not operate within the time/space continuum. A day is as a thousand years to Him, a thousand years as a day - at any rate put that way so we get, to some small degree, the differences between Him and us. As I understand it, YHVH doesn’t measure time, He measures progress, direction, obedience. We are the ones who make time limits - perhaps because we are so limited.
You will see that what began ten years before is still in progress. What has changed? I have moved from recognizing there is a problem, to identifying the problem, to applying truth to the problem, and now (2007) to a new paradigm of operating within my Father’s boundaries.
Discovering my intended function and purpose as a woman has been a difficult and sometimes terrifying task. Breaking out of the small, confining, and destructive image created in the minds of males (and sadly at times, other females) is no small feat. I heard at every turn that I was rebelling against God by refusing to accept that I was less than, second class, deficient somehow, the cause and continuation of the world’s ills, all because I was woman.
I am ezer kenegdo! I am eshet chayil! As a very special new friend confirmed recently - I am awake - not perfect - but definitely awake! I am in process, moving forward, and not looking back. I am becoming what my Creator intended. And I am in excellent company! Praise YHVH for sisters and brothers who are willing to recognize there is a problem, to identify the problem, to apply TRUTH to the problem, and accept a new paradigm of operating within the Father’s boundaries.
BECOMING by Sherri Rogers, 2007
Dissolving in my tears that flow unimpeded
from somewhere so deep I’ve never been,
The pain is excruciating.
I cry out in anguish as the chasm deepens
And the trickle becomes a raging torrent
Gushing from places I didn’t know existed,
Carrying with it flux and debris long entrenched
Like huge boulders mostly buried in mountain rivers.
Massive ideas and perceptions, abuses,
That shaped my soul into what I thought was me.
O, gentle eroding water-Word
O, insistent, persistent Spirit-wind
How frustrating, how uncomfortable,
how thorough, how welcome.
And I wonder how much my impatience increases my pain.
My inability to wait quietly
Accepting the process
Allowing it to do the work, and yet . . .
I have been told to seek, to push, to come up higher, to delve deeper.
Teach me O, Breath of God, Spirit that is my life
what is my work and what is Yours and
Who I am and what I am to become.
You will see that what began ten years before is still in progress. What has changed? I have moved from recognizing there is a problem, to identifying the problem, to applying truth to the problem, and now (2007) to a new paradigm of operating within my Father’s boundaries.
Discovering my intended function and purpose as a woman has been a difficult and sometimes terrifying task. Breaking out of the small, confining, and destructive image created in the minds of males (and sadly at times, other females) is no small feat. I heard at every turn that I was rebelling against God by refusing to accept that I was less than, second class, deficient somehow, the cause and continuation of the world’s ills, all because I was woman.
I am ezer kenegdo! I am eshet chayil! As a very special new friend confirmed recently - I am awake - not perfect - but definitely awake! I am in process, moving forward, and not looking back. I am becoming what my Creator intended. And I am in excellent company! Praise YHVH for sisters and brothers who are willing to recognize there is a problem, to identify the problem, to apply TRUTH to the problem, and accept a new paradigm of operating within the Father’s boundaries.
BECOMING by Sherri Rogers, 2007
Dissolving in my tears that flow unimpeded
from somewhere so deep I’ve never been,
The pain is excruciating.
I cry out in anguish as the chasm deepens
And the trickle becomes a raging torrent
Gushing from places I didn’t know existed,
Carrying with it flux and debris long entrenched
Like huge boulders mostly buried in mountain rivers.
Massive ideas and perceptions, abuses,
That shaped my soul into what I thought was me.
O, gentle eroding water-Word
O, insistent, persistent Spirit-wind
How frustrating, how uncomfortable,
how thorough, how welcome.
And I wonder how much my impatience increases my pain.
My inability to wait quietly
Accepting the process
Allowing it to do the work, and yet . . .
I have been told to seek, to push, to come up higher, to delve deeper.
Teach me O, Breath of God, Spirit that is my life
what is my work and what is Yours and
Who I am and what I am to become.
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