The Canvas of The Sky

Oft scattered with imaginative thought.

Second guessing just opens new doors.

This blank canvas that is not our own.

Looking up high turned to gazing above;

Endless possibility lingers in this open space.

Creation displaying His magnificent Grace.

It is not the dream to be up there and soar,

But rather Him, Christ, I wish to point towards.

By Jeanique van Blerk //iridescent_poet//

I’m remembering the perspective I want my dreams to always be placed in. I mean with all their depth and height and total and complete unrealistic and exciting nature there is definitely something that I want so so much more. And really it’s the only reason I ever wanted the dream in the first place. The reality is that without Him I wouldn’t even care enough to consider it or wonder about it. Without Him what would even be the point?

When I was in high school, among being a rather avid basketball player, I was and still am an enthusiastic doodler. Me without my trusty doodle book was a rather strange sight to behold. And I remember a page that will always stick out in my mind; it was a baller with my game number, in my favourite pair of shorts, standing rather boldy if I may say so myself, with these words alongside it.

“I will stand before the platform I call my life and declare His Glory.”

As forgetful as I can be, this is definitely something I don't want to escape me. But if I’m honest with you and with myself, it far too often slips to the back of my memory and lately has so very rarely comes to the forefront. I hate losing the purpose of things, of myself, of life and for some reason the necessary reality of why I am here tends to evade me.

Last year I heard this quote that is part of the Westminster Confession and it says; “The chief end of man is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever.” And here’s the heart behind my poetry that I need to cling to; I want my dreams so that I may better show off my Saviour. Me doing poetry, writing, making art is me being simply and honestly myself before Him- it’s my worship (John 4:23;24 MSG). Even considering giving that up, well I don’t want to pretend anymore like such a thing would be in any way okay. And sure, sometimes writing is going to be slow, or painful and I’ve felt that, but exactly what other option do I have if it's literally part of who He has made me to be.

So, Lord.. God, Don’t let me disappear into the canvas of the sky. Show me how to keep my gaze on You. I ask that You help me to not be so flippant with the gifts You’ve given me. I ask for the strength to plough through even when it's hard, but mostly I ask that You help me to run to You and to by this art and gift better see and Glorify You.

Sincerely Learning to Love Him better,

Jeanique v.Blerk //iridescent_poet//

John 4:23;24 (MSG)

“It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”