"Snatched out of The Fire"
Christian Painting and Poetry by Anne Argles
Poetry
Long Grass (March, 2024)
I walked through the long grass of trouble.
My foot turned inward, and made me almost trip and fall.
Then I learned to put on God's own Word and armoury and walked straight footed forward in God's own buckled-up, His Peace shoes.
Out through that grass so long of trouble,
Out into the open air, free, wearing His own Glory, Hold Peace Shoes.
Strengthened to stand in His own Joy, strengthened power alone.
Remember (November, 2020)
Remember 11 of November.
Our soldiers dying in pain,
Rising in Glory,
Running Victorious in Glory.
Lest we ever forget,
We have Eternally Promised to their own rising Glory,
"We will always Remember"
On the 11 of November
Tested,
but now resting,
in Thy Holy Peace.
Amen.
The Wind of Change (November, 2020)
Hear the cry of the needy, poor man outstretch the only help he owns or has in his life but God.
Hear the truncheons of the oppressive man, hitting him down on to the ground.
God hear that man, be moved into action, coming to the rescue of the needy poor man.
Hear the wall, the grasping outstretched no body, the outcast, don't you know God hears and will uplift that man?
The mocker laughs and turns away his own deaf ear.
The Wind is stored up for such a time as this.
Who rides in the Wind of Change?
Whose spirit has God put in his man, but His own.
Who hears the groans of Man?
Who came down to rescue Man?
Was it not God's only Son of Man in Christ The Lord Eternally Himself?
Love.
Himself.
On the wings of the morning (November, 2020)
Rise and run your race,
on the wings of the morning,
dancing.
See the beauty of the pure lilies of that forgotten valley,
their rising forgotten beauty.
Wind of God (November, 2020)
Re-freshing Wind of God.
Blowing through the grasses,
the dancing grasses.
Blowing through those trees,
those dancing branches.
So the deer leap for joy,
as God is there,
near through the blowing dancing grasses.
Amen.
Through the Winter
The Heavenly Witness.You silently carried me in your thoughts through the winter, storms and all, wind and rain. storm clouds, lashing down, thumping dancing on my new tin roof. What comfort we shared in here, cosy and warm. Comfort, of colours all "Glorious," in your sweet fellowship through prayer. Our Sacred "Communion" through the shed blood of Jesus we approached Thy Holy Throne Room of prayer."Oh God", and I rested my tired head there.Peace, stillnees.Quiet,shalom, peace.Through it all, we came, through it all," life," we came. Abide there. Peace, rest, here."Richer "and now stronger abiding in Jesus, stonger now there.Shared thoughts of deep prayer. Let be , Shalom, arise my Love and walk in my Peace and be whole, wholeness.Rest there, in wholeness, the mind.Amen.
The Owl and The Morning Light
Hush, don`t you hear in the early morning light, the Owl does still stir and takes flight, calling, calling."Brave Birds", in spite of it all,still around, stood watching ,awatching on his post, of The Climbing, Glorious Rose, at twilight one Marvelous night, a catching mice or rats, I do declare. Who knows.This morning, in the winter ,spring came early, such a good spring morning. Light, His, Glorious Word is our light, Holy Bible, I am reminded. The Light, came early, the spring in sweet fragrance, sprang from the dew on the earth, The spring Chorus of Birds all asinging. The dew on the Hoy grass, reflected light, The Holy Ghost, on the church. a passing thought. Dance in this new dawn, dance for Joy in this New day, see how the light dances on the earth,all Joy in Heaven and on the Earth. Peace and Joy.The night and the morning a rejoicing, the night and morning a " Greeting."A DANCING IN THIS TWO WAY GREETING.
The Rat's Song
Have you heard the Rat song? "One Winter night,"The Rats sang- a dancing here and a dancing there- all through the long night season. In and out, they danced, ever so happy, food a fresh in their teeth, round and round in pure delight, Joy in joy and around again they danced, hand in hand on the floor of the dance room, in pure delight. On the floor boards they creaked and groaned all through this long night as they danced again in pure delight. In true glee. Rolling and thumping in the chase full of rich laughter. "All was good, all was fun, all was in plenty. Tummies full and such laughter. In and out they danced, hand in hand through the long hours of darkness. Pure fear and dread around The master`s bed. His bush of grey hair stood bolt upright on edge.What was he going to do?What was playing around his bed on this grim dark night.Fear took hold of this master of this house, he was going to move out to sleep ,this night away from it all in that Shepherd's Good hut. Away from all this noise song and dance.In unison these Rats on the full moon's Light are heard to sing as one , in complete unity ,a strong unified Local Community. A lesson for all to learn, to dance in the night season. Take authority in the night.
Catch that Wind if you can?
"Round and round it blows, like a `tempest` through the trees, it rushes threw it`s branches, they rock forwards then backwards. Whipping around into a circle. Catch that wind `man` if you can.?Catch it before it whips you too in it`s clutching branches and in that never ending ` circle`, that rushing circle you will flow, in the terror and the torrent you will flow, ever trapped in the prison of it`s flow.Silence comes in quite contemplation of thought."Peace, my child ,be quite my child. Sleep well, in wellness tonight in the Master`s hand, no fear coming near.
The Grasses Spring!
The movement through the grasses, a blowing through the trees.He has Risen! A Jesus awareness! A movement through the grasses, the blowing dancing grasses. See the silent wind blowing through the grasses.That wind blows through me to my very soul. Be silent in your speech, and for a silent moment watch the wind. Hush and hear the difference shifting voices of the wind, blowing through the trees and grasses. Learn to recognise it`s different voices.Be - aware, don`t you sense in your Christian soul ,in your inner man, born a new in Christ Jesus recognise your own brother, Jesus visiting through the grasses. A swift bending here and there, bending and topple in pure humility and homage. There Master God is moving through the grasses. In silent homage bend your knee in worship, the creator of the Created. Amen.
Water - The Droplet and Beauty of the Teardrop
"Oh beauty to the eye of the "beholder". In pure purity thou has been brought forth. In thy carving ,can the Hand of God be mightily seen. Life, is the gift from the Creative Master given as His gift, freely given to you, for you to use and free will to chose to work in the Maker`s God`s own Glory. The purity of The Holy Word, The Bible, Life can be found in the Holy Word, His Glory found in The Bible. Like pure water in flows from the pages.Life is to be respected, Life lives in thy Holy Water, the pages, like a stream that never runs out, but replenishes the thirsty soul, from the dryness found out in the World`s dry pastures. Drink deep by child ,and be filled with Jesus own Love and Glory. Oh the purity can only be found in the unseen falling tear drop of the lonely thirsty soul. Intensity of Life,can be found in that pure falling tear drop of the soul. In those, cruel harsh moments can so destroy the living soul. The tear drop falling into the useen world of the collection bottle of thy maker. He cares and collects in His Loving bottle all thy hurt falling tear drop of thy wounded soul. .They contain purity in there very make up, and counted up, Jesus Love heals that hurt, and heals the wounds in your deep soul.Amen.
Twisted Branches.
Twisted Branches, twisted Lies, Mouth full and overflowing in un-truths. Lies- broken promises, broken words. Cistern pots, Broken pots, containing no water.No Living Water.Clouds-Clouds which look as if they contain rain , in hopeful readiness, I become dis-appointed as containers of the promises, they are driven away by the wind and are found to be empty. Twisted truths, lies and broken words. Cisterns, pots broken, containing no living water. Empty.Twisted branches by the cold blast of winter, moorland eastern strong stormy winds, the North stormy winds, see them twisted growing into each other- ab-normal, absorbed,a balancing act, growing deeply into each other.Balancing themselves on top of each other, daring to reach the sky.They cry out in pain and agony, empty cisterns, trees twisted in lies, cisterns broken, containing no water.
The Bumble Bee
"Encircled, in a circle, they nest and lay their eggs- working, with each other in a group, in oneness. Hush, do you hear at sunset, their sound at night, in deep unison.At the sunrise of the morning ,the light of day, breaking forth, in silent "Hum." Sweet contentment, in delight in true community of oneness. The voice of melody and happiness and in rest after a hard days work. The working Bee, see how he rests at night. Quiet contentment ,with one song, in true oneness they sing their sunset song. Hush, not many have heard this song. the buzz of the working bees with their Queen at home in quite contentment and at home in rest. Amen.
On My Knees
On my knees, two wholesome knees, at peace, sweet contentment in spirit has now overtaken me, in simple rest. Not standing tall on two strong legs, I am working in quiet contentment on my knees. There is tranquil silence here, as I work. I am safe here, I can fall no further, for beneath me holding my weight up is a carpet and a wooden floor, and underneath is God`s unseen eternal arms holding me up in the Word of Power. Domain and tranquility of peace in the mind belongs to me through Jesus Christ, my strength ,my strong tower where I run to and hide in. So here I AM, ON MY KNEES, I can fall no further, for now holding me up in His Everlasting arms is The Lord of Glory. In you is Joy and peace, in mind and body. In humble resolve I await your power, for when I am down you have promised to lift me up, I'LL NOW AWAIT FOR THEE, FOR IT IS NOT BY BY MY OWN MIGHT, BUT BY YOUR POWER, FOR YOU HAVE LAID HELP UPON ONE THAT IS MIGHTY AND STRONG, THE EVERLASTING FATHER OF ALL GRACE, ABILITY AND STRENGTH through Jesus Christ, the anointing of His own ability is ready through my prayer available to me. In Humble pose, on my knees I receive. A prayer in faith, and trust. Great things do happen, when you're alone and on your knees. No further can you fall.
The Presence of his peace.
Wherever I go Jesus is there, the Loving presence never leaves me or forsakes me, abandons me. Wherever I wonder, wherever I go, Jesus is there, in loving repose I wait for Him, his life peace is deep within me and around me, where ever I go. The anointing available in Jesus, like water from a deep well, I draw on it in deep peace ,drink deep from the river of life ,drink deep from the Holy Spirit, let it flow. Character and power, healing water, joy and life , drink deep let it flow. Let worry go, anxiety and stress, let it go, let it go, through prayer, allow The Father of Glory to take the care. Your only a small child and He is the Father of all Glory, so let it go, let it go, roll the care on to Jesus. Peace in the mind. The father of Glory. The battle is not your ,but belongs only to the Father of All Might and All that power and Glory. Sit here , stay still, look around yourself, feel the wind blowing through the trees, know He alone is The Father of Glory. His presence will go with you and give you rest. Receive His breath ,from The Holy Spirit on your cheeks, the Anointing has come, be still , dig under, and rest in Jesus for he only can fill you with His own Power. The wind of change has now come. I feel quiet contentment and walk on.