Sabbath Meditations: “Dragon Slayer” and Other Such

Here are three last luminous poems from the pen of Carol Simpkins Floyd~

Dragon Slayer  
                                             
Dragon-Slayer is his name….a white horse is his steed
He killed the dragons in her life…by meeting all her needs
Dragons large and dragons small…..spiritual…..unseen
Monstrous things…their evil claws…muffled all her screams
His heart could hear her crying…from her dungeon heart of stone
Captive…scared…her one desire was not to die alone
“Oh, help me God if you are there….please show me what to do
Free me from this awful place….and I will live for you”
He alone was full aware…how fierce her chains were bound
More fierce his Love that loosed them all…they fell without a sound
Not by sword or shield or spear…no weapon of this earth
He set her free by Love alone…her heart was virgin-birthed
He saw in her a promised bride…who’d one day be his Queen
Fair as the moon….clear as the sun….reflecting whom she’s seen
And she in all amazement….can scarcely comprehend
Her Dragon-Slayer is her Lord…. her Savior…and her Friend
Yes!…Dragon-Slayer is his name…he rides a charger white
He wears a vesture dipped in blood…his eyes a flaming light
He’s terrible in power…He took death’s blow and won
The Bridegroom and his Bride shall wed…The Church…and God’s own Son                  
 © Carol  Simpkins  Floyd, 2001    

And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written,
King Of Kings, And Lord Of Lords” (Revelation 19:16).

Sabbath Rest
“A  Nuptial  Ode”
Song of Songs

Sabbath  swept…my  soul  is  drenched  in  rest
A  willing  slave  to  peace  extreme…held  captive  by  excessive  

Love  and  pardon  mingled…mercy  pouring  down
The  dew  of  Heaven  saturates  this  dying  soul  it  found

Gates  of  brass  are  lifted  up…iron  bars  lay  at  my  feet
The  all-embracing  grace  of  God  reigns  in  triumph  sweet

Crimson  flow…acceptance  of  his  death
And  resurrection  causes  me  to  enter  in  his  restful

Sacred  pause  and  loss  of  time…seat  of  calm  repose
Trusting  him  with  all  my  sin…knowing  that  he  knows  me

Threats  of  death  fall  impotent…scarred  hands  now  own  the  keys
That  opened  Heaven’s  floodgates…bringing  Sabbath  rest  to  me

Wedded  hearts…solitary  rhythm
Beating  to  the  Song  of  Songs…revelation  given

Of  choicest  fruits  and  Spirit  wine…Love’s  inebriation
Mandrakes  fuel  intense  desire  for  Holy  consummation

Focused  now  with  face  upturned…I  wait  for  Heaven’s  best
Till  my  Bridegroom  comes  to  take  me…we’re  engaged… in  Sabbath  Rest

© Carol Simpkins Floyd, 1998

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Adam to Image

Single  egg  and  seed
Mingled…..male  and  female  breed
Atom  to  Image  

To  behold  God’s  Son
We  the  church…..transformed  become
Adam  to  Image                   

© Carol  Simpkins  Floyd,  1990

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well” (Psalm 139:14).

For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace. What then? shall we sin, because we are not under the law, but under grace? God forbid” (Romans 6:14-15).

But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord” (2 Corinthians 3:18).

P.S.—It’s not too late to share a poem! National Poetry Writers’ Month doesn’t end until April 30. 🙂