Unveiled Faces: Collected Poems

By K. Rose

'We with unveiled faces  . . . are transformed.'

God's words are an amazing promise and, equaly, a mysterious journey. 

This first collection of poetry is the author's raw expression of her journey through life: challenges, heartbreak, hope and joy. 

The poems cover many seasons but speak of a heart committed to finding God's way through this path of rubble and rainbows. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: K Rose Publications
• Release date: Sep 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9780473450625

K. Rose

I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil . . . which is miraculous considering I’m dyslexic. But God has a sense of humour and this is my voice. For too many years it has been a rejected feature of my identity; a talent buried in the rubble, hidden away from Gods' purposes, only brought out into the light when I needed a party trick. Now is the time to hand it all over to God.  I've spent decades writing though never giving myself over to the passion and commitment this gift truly needs to mature and have purpose. I’m not a saint. Yet I have experienced God forgiving me, walking with me, giving me strength when I really didn’t have any, helping me love, live and hope even when there was no reason to believe. This volume is a small token, an offering to you; the first pearl wrapped in brown paper. Mizpah

Book preview

2 Corinthians... first letter

‘WE WHO WITH UNVEILED faces...... reflect His glory...’

Precious Lord,

If I let the veil fall

they will see my bruises

fault line cracks in this clay jar

running through the foundations

This internal tightrope I walk everyday

silken threads of fear and grief

one fraying strand of hope

washed in a sheen of tears

I want them to see you

Your grace

Your love

Your mercy

As undeserved as it is

I will let them see my darkness

if it means they see your light.

© 26/6/2014 LAST MODIFIED

I LOVE YOU

METER HIGH LETTERS

Written in the sand

When?

Who?

How?

Haven’t I just passed this way?

Could’ve been written ages ago

– it’s just above high tide

‘o’ ‘u’ are slightly washed out

Golden sunset and golden beams

Reflect in low-tide surface

I have poured out my grief and shame

at the foot of your sky...

My Precious Lord

is this ‘I LOVE YOU’ your reply?

© 25 FEB 1997

Avalanche

CRACKS BETWEEN THE rocks

let the sunlight in

Letting me see out

Outside this cave

this prison

this sanctuary

this tomb

I’ve watched while others have lived

Felt the warmth of the sun peeking

through

Reaching through

Knocking a few pebbles

More light comes in

And the landslide shifts

But the light shows up the darkness

Cobwebs

dust

Silt

smeared mud across my face

dirt floor I crawl around in

Shale ripping my knees

The landslide shifts

More light streams in from above the mound

NO! NO! THAT’S TOO much !

They’ll see how dirty I am!

Scurrying to find the pebbles

The rocks that will refill those gaps

Rebuild the mound

Rebuild the wall tall,

Impenetrable

Again