Kay Cude is a Texas poet. Used with permission.
Category: poetry
Kay Cude Poetry: The Measure
Kay Cude is a Texas poet. Used with permission.
Kay Cude Poetry
Kay Cude is a Texas Poet. Used with permission.
Poetry: “Mortifying Misunderstanding”
Poetry by Kay Cude. Kay Cude is a Texas poet. Used with permission.
Kay Cude Poetry: Crosses on a Hill
Kay Cude is a Texas Poet. Used with permission.
Kay Cude poetry: See There Our Home
Kay Cude is a Texas poet. Used with permission.
Kay Cude Poetry: Watch
Kay Cude is a Texas poet. Used with permission.
Poetry: Waiting for the Day
By Elizabeth Prata
The clarity of grey moonlight
Focused determination of the ant
Joyous song of the mockingbird
Rushing clamor of the tides
All these You have made
The scudding clouds before the coming storm
The bask of the lioness on the burnt plain
The hurry of the hummingbird, sipping red throated
Of nectar from vibrant blooms
All these You have made
The granite mountains, solidly overseeing
The futility of man’s works and doings
Nesting birds at rest, yet groaning for better days
When the curse shall be lifted
Man, o man! Our deceitful heart has made this place a trial to the animals
Rocks and hills, oceans and rivers
They wonder at us
Your creation, your beautiful creation…
All these You have made
Will be changed, in a blink of an eye,
In fervent heat You will melt away the curse.
We are waiting for new heavens and a new earth
in which righteousness dwells.
All this You will make. Then-
The creation itself will be set free
from its bondage to decay
and brought into the glorious freedom
of the children of God. (Romans 8:21)
Kay Cude poetry: God’s Draw
Poetry by Kay Cude. Kay Cude is a Texas poet. Used with permission.
The following is the Artist’s Statement.
The credit for the direction of my thoughts and words is not mine. I account it to the merciful pricking of my spirit as well as the instruction available to all of the redeemed through God’s great men of sound Biblical doctrine, unshakable faith, and enduring conviction, past and present.
We know that the redeemed of God through Christ are the beloved, but our hope, desire, and urge to live for His Glory while living in Satan’s economy (which is temporary) is oftentimes exhausting. This war, now heightened and intensified during these end of days, will continue up to the moment we see Christ Jesus face-to-Face. Until then, some of us may wander towards (or in) “a” wilderness that is connected to our trials. Some of us will encounter despondency, loss, or worse. Yet we know and believe that God and Christ are faithful to rescue the redeemed out of those wilderness episodes.
I am so grateful He has purposed them to be instruction that opens our eyes and ears and leads us to repentance and/or greater understanding. It is from there that we can gain purposeful insight and maturity in Him. Surely all of the redeemed agree; for we know that we cannot live without God, nor do we wish to. We need and desire our Saviour to work in our hearts, life-experiences, and circumstances hour-by-hour and day-by-day. This sentiment is deeply indwelt truth that resides within the very core of the spirits of “we,” the redeemed of Christ.
Finally, when any of us go through “wanderings,” and when we “bump” into the profoundly lost or into fellow brethren who are also in the distress of wandering, we want the evidence of God’s drawing us back to Him through instruction, repentance, forgiveness and reconciliation to be the hope and evidence of God’s grace and mercy to rescue “whosoever” to repentance that lead to salvation, or to the redeemed’s restoration to fellowship with the Father and the Son.
May the Lord our God use all “wanderings” as a powerful testimony of how great is the draw of God and how profound Christ’s rescue, for the lost and for the saved.
Kay Cude poetry: Treasured Memories
To all the mothers out there reminiscing over the time that has passed and your sons and daughters are now older, perhaps having left the nest, flying off to new skies and making nests of their own. The sweet time of little hugs and recious moments fly by. Cherish them.
Kay Cude did just that, revising a poem she had written long ago as she remembered just such a moment treasured in her heart.
Artist’s statement:
I had written this poem for my son many years ago to recount our sweet time together when he was a two-year old.
Kay Cude is a Texas poet.
Used with Permission.
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