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My Closet
by Joyce Poet
07/24/07
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My Closet

A full moon climbed
furiously, but so slowly
over the mountainous horizon,
determined to be
a silvery beacon
to the starlit night.
The sun set across the river,
spraying orange
over dark blue-green,
sparkling
upon the dancing caps.

I sat with my bare feet
upon a rock,
closeting my innermost thoughts
to send them
soaring heavenward.

It was there
that I cried out
for you, Zion,
not knowing from whence
the river of tears came
but for Godís own love
for you stirring my soul
to intercessory prayer.

There is my closet,
even in the great
wide open spaces
at midday
or evening,
or in the comfort
of my bedroom
at dawn.
I carry it with me
wherever I go.

At times
the air is thick,
heavy,
and dark.
It leaves me gasping
for breath.
Anything at all
the enemy can try,
he will,
just to hold my prayers
at bay.
Yet, it is
with one simple
but profound word
that I find myself
no longer alone
or defeated there:

ďJesus.Ē

And Jesus,
the Word,
comes through
as a whisper,
a whisper loud
and clear.

Whatever Iíve taken there,
whether in my hands,
in my heart,
or on my mind,
becomes suddenly dim
and peace
bathes me
in its pure and holy
light.

I am a writer.
I have written
a multitude of things,
some good,
some poor,
some great,
some small.
Itís just who I am,
who I was born to be.
But my greatest of prayers
are neither read
nor are they
heard,
save but for Godís ear
alone.

They are exclusively
fit for me,
as are the shoes
I remove from my
tiny, but beautiful
feet
before I step
into that holy ground ...

my closet.

Those shoes left
outside my closet door
fit feet
that may well be
no bigger than a childís,
but they serve me well,
as I serve Christ.
They donít look like much.
But then again,
neither does
my closet
to the carnal eye.

Zion,
oh Beloved Zion,
it is true;
Thy God reigneth!
© Joyce Pool

Matthew 6:6 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.

Isaiah 52:7 How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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MIRIAM JACOB 19 Sep 2007
ďJesus.Ē And Jesus, the Word, comes through as a whisper, a whisper loud and clear. Whatever Iíve taken there, whether in my hands, in my heart, or on my mind, becomes suddenly dim and peace bathes me in its pure and holy light." Thank you, dear Treava, for illuminating our prayer closet for us. I am so grateful for your kind comments to my poems. They mean more to me than you will ever know. God bless and keep you in His love, my beloved sister.
Barbara Thompson-Young 06 Aug 2007
We are "sole" sisters. I'm so glad I am reading some of your articles today.
Barbara Thompson-Young 06 Aug 2007
Oh, well, but my feet are not tiny, and they are not beautiful to anyone but the Lord, but I guess that's all that matters.
Julie Pisacane 02 Aug 2007
Amen !!! I don't know how I missed this one !!! Dearest Treave, you grow as a writer each time and your faith is apparently stronger as well. May God bless you always and I thank Him right now that He led me to read this blessed treasure . Edifying and uplifting you are to me and the family of Christ. May this be a blessing to many others . Your sister in Christ , Julie
Thomas Kittrell 24 Jul 2007
But my greatest of prayers are neither read nor are they heard, save but for Godís ear alone.

Treava, the whole thing is just wonderful, but the quote above stood out real tall for me. There are so many conversations and prayers I have that are just for God's ears. Thank you for delighting us with this posting.
Thomas

Trudy (a daughter of Christ) 24 Jul 2007
Talk about talent - I don't even need to read the whole thing to know its a ripper...GO GIRL!
Julia May 24 Jul 2007
Sweet Joyce with tiny feet:) So glad to see this email of a new post from you! And what a beautiful piece of art it is. It almost reads like a psalm - your emotion in this piece brings the reader right there with you, to your closet. Such inspiration! Thank you for the blessing - Love you, Julia
Peggy Yengling 24 Jul 2007
Dear Treava... How tender and lovely! You have the gift of making your readers 'feel' your words. I love what you wrote here: "But my greatest of prayers are neither read nor are they heard, save but for Godís ear alone." TO GOD BE THE GLORY! May we all seek to have that goal - for our prayers to reach God's ear! With love, Peggy
Jamie glaser 24 Jul 2007
this is such a beautiful poem. And Jesus didn't seem like much to the common eye, either, but He was God's chosen and annointed.....The sweetest times of prayer to me, too are the ones spent alone, quietly, with my Heavenly Father. Last night, in prayer, I just talked and talked, to the Lord, and reveled in the thought that He enjoyed hearing every word! Thank you Lord! God bless, Joyce
Sharon McClean 24 Jul 2007
My dearest joyce you certainly do have a most talented gift for writing and we all get to enjoy it. I love where you said that you take your closet with you. Is. 41:27--The first time I said to ZION, look, THERE they are! And I will give to Jerusalem one who brings good tidings. You certainly do bring good tidings, my friend! I love you, Sharon
24 Jul 2007
I like the thought that you can take your "closet" with you wherever you go. Sometimes my closet is in the kitchen as I prepare food for the family. Sometimes it is lying on my bed in the morning, hugging a cup of coffee, relaxing on a heating pad to soothe my aching back. Sometimes it is while sitting at the computer. But everywhere, God is there. He has said, "Pray without ceasing." Isn't it good that we can? God bless you.... Helen
Patricia Bankhead 24 Jul 2007
Joyce this is a wonderful word about prayer. Prayer is a powerful weapon against sin and the enemy but it is also the time we have intimate talks with our Lord. This word touches me deep tonight. Joyce keep writing for His glory.




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