The King Of Glory! Poem by Denis Martindale

Surely it shall come to pass
That those who pray shall be heard,
For I am not deaf to those I love,
Whose names are known to Me.
Nor am I forgetful of the cries of My people,
As someone filled with regrets,
For have I not seen the beginning
And have I not seen the end?

What manner of God can you imagine?
You cannot count the suns, the moons, the stars,
Nor create life from something that is nothing,
Nor fashion power from the barren void,
Nor are the secrets of Heaven held in your hearts,
For you are the mortals of My creation,
You are born, you live for a season, then you die,
Too soon to grasp the details of your own lives...

You whisper and think I cannot hear you?
I am closer than your lips and the air you breathe,
For I am the eternal spirit, the wisdom, the power,
The guiding hand upon the changing Cosmos,
The celestial Heaven is Mine and who can find it?

I see you, by day and by night, knowing you,
Knowing you in your entirety, your essence,
Aware of decisions borne of wisdom or hope,
Compassionate concerning each degree of tragedy,
Welcoming the birth of trust that is yet to grow...

Made from dust, with dust as a future closing,
Yet seeking to know Me is your greatest blessing,
Not the asking of the blessings that come and go,
The spiritual gifts that teach you day-by-day,
Not the direction along the path of destiny,
That only you may receive, if serving Me...

Service is merely the journey, the passing of time,
But love is our companionship till you come home,
Then I will hold you as one who is dearly loved,
Call you Mine, bestow a robe of righteousness,
A crown of glory and a precious newness of life...

Did you think your mortal life was all there was?
The good times, the bad times, those in-between?
Love is merely a child's toy compared to My love,
For I have loved you before your existence,
Seeing you from afar, drawing close, smiling,
Then waiting for the faith to blossom like a rose,
Yet no simple rose that comes and goes,
You are worth so much more than pretty petals...

Think on these things, for tragedies are not the end,
Beyond the tears is the gracious gift of peace,
Surpassing present troubles, darkness and lies,
For peace has been My servant, obedient and true
And so it is My first gift, My first gift to you...
Therefore, be comforted by the King of glory,
For My light is strong, steadfast and eternal,
As is My love...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.