Monthly Archives: April 2013

Virgin Forest





Her heart is as a virgin forest.

It grows thick with lifetime misconceptions.

Little light has ever penetrated that darkness.

I want an instant harvest, but it’s going to take




to clear the land and ready it for planting.

Today, I do not ask for


seed planting or


I ask that You would cut a swath through

one stand of long believed lies and

iIlluminate one patch of darkness in Her thinking.

Martha VanCise©2013


Looking for a Friend

Rilo and a friend3

You created us for fellowship with You,

            but You have never pushed Your friendship on us.

You tried to be a friend to the Adams family in the Garden of Eden,

            but they didn’t trust your friendship motives.

Abraham, though, trusted You and he is known as a Friend of God.

Moses conversed with You as a friend, and told the Israelites

“You can have only one Best Friend.”

But few desired to make You their Best Friend Forever.

You spent thirty-three years looking for true friends in

Jerusalem, Galilee, and along the Jordan River.

Oh, yes! Thousands clamored to be your friend,

Until Your name plummeted in popularity polls.

Millennium after millennium You have tried to be our Friend.

You still come.

You still search.

You still look for friends.

And we, Your most-loved creation still

            Hesitate to make you our Best Friend Forever.


Martha VanCise©2013

Photo by: Sarah Nachman


Buzzers and Chimes



  I would like a brash buzzer that warns me to STOP when I start to cross Your boundaries.

Your warning Spirit, though, is like a soft chime.

I find it easy to dismiss that gentle warning.

I find it easy to pretend I’ve only heard the echo of a conscience

Shaped by someone else’s “dos” and “don’ts.”

I find it easy to rush ahead absolving myself

With  a “Stop me! Stop me, if it’s wrong” rote.

God will not yell, “STOP!”

God will not yell, “LISTEN!”

  I  must take time



Or  I will find myself

On the wrong side of God’s boundary lines.

Martha VanCise©2013

A spiritual life requires discipline because we need to learn to listen to God, who constantly speaks but whom we seldom hear.  Henri J. M. Nouwen