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Blanket

January 18th, 2012

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Right now I’m cuddled up, nursing my babe, while my son snuggles on my side, watching Super Why and the snow falls out the window. Tucked under a blanket that my great grandma made, I am reminded of something I wrote a while ago and decide to share…

The Blanket

I am thin and tattered.
Frayed and slightly unraveled.
I am old with stories etched in every seam.
Yet I am soft.
I am warm.
There are stories left for me to see.
I encircle those I love in comfort.
I wrap those I care for in strength.
I am a blanket,
Yet I am not only a blanket.
I am something more.
I am a symbol.
I am the water that surrounds at birth.
I am the arms of the mother.
I am the sun beaming all around.
I am the embrace of the lover.
I am the earth that welcomes us all to rest.
I am a blanket,
And I am yours.

Rejoicing in the journey,
Bethany

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Winter Comes Calling

October 4th, 2010

Today I could hear Winter knocking at my door…

Beckoning me to succumb to her darkness

Calling me to hibernate in her shadows

Summoning me to lie down in her womb.

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Rejoicing in the journey -
Bethany Stedman

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A Simple Poem for Advent

November 13th, 2008

I wrote this poem as a way to interact with Advent. In our small group we have been studying the Gospel of John using The Message translation and this poem came out of those conversations and meditation upon that book.

Word of God creating
Light, where once was darkness
Searching for my true soul
Obey, now, and take heed

God among the people,
Revealed at last His glory
Speaking to my blind heard,
Lamb of God to bleed.

Light amidst the darkness
Bright against the black sky
Reaching toward my lost soul
Speaking Life indeed.

Thunder in the desert
Echos through the canyon
Pulling at my dry heart
Calling out my need

Wine from not but water,
Deep and rich and flowing
Whispers to my parched heart,
Celebrate this seed

Friend cries out in triumph
“Come and see the savior!”
Tugging at my poor soul,
“Come, friend, come and see.”

Rejoicing in the journey -
Bethany Stedman

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