Jess Louise: Artist | Creative | Muse
Soul Chronicles: Intimate Expressions, Part II
These poems below are from years ago when I was going through a number of wild phases in my life. They were also written in different parts of the world, which I personally find to be pretty cool. Some of the words reflect my former faith as an evangelical Christian. It’s so interesting to read back and reflect upon where my heart was during those times. Life has changed so much since then, and I have been transformed right along with it. There have been great moments of trying to gasp concepts such as love, intimacy and deep surrender. I can’t say I have any of these concepts perfectly nailed down just yet, and maybe I never will. I am okay with that. I am constantly evolving, learning growing and remembering my greatness along the way. I can’t ask for anything more or better than that.
River
River, come wash over me.
River, come and cleanse my heart.
The life You bring to the broken.
The gladness and joy You impart.
Sweep over me, sweet River,
Give me peace and rest.
I know this is not the end.
This is just a test.
A time to see if I’m thirsty,
If hunger for You makes me roar.
Oh sweet River, invade my life,
Restore me, heal me, now and forevermore.
Written on July 27, 2008
© Jessica Louise Newcomb
Pursuit
Your words,
They're stamped upon my heart,
Brewing in my soul,
And suddenly it explodes.
And I feel reckless,
Yes, recklessly abandoned to you.
Ancient lover of my soul,
You are,
You were,
And you always will be,
Relentlessly pursuing me.
Written on December 29, 2014
© Jessica Louise Newcomb
Can’t Escape You
Sittin' here,
Thinkin' about no one else but you.
You're constantly on my mind,
And any other thoughts are few.
I can't escape you,
You're holding me close.
I can't escape you,
And you're like a disease.
You consume my thoughts,
You consume me.
I want to run away,
But you're followin' me.
The heaviness surrounds me,
And I can hardly breathe.
I can't escape you,
And I wanna feel you close to me.
But the way you captivate me,
It becomes only a dream.
Written on May 5, 2007
© Jessica Louise Newcomb
**I wrote this and a few others while sitting in a Starbucks in Heidelberg, Germany and drinking one of my faves, an iced chai tea latte. I think this was sort of meant to be a song, but I don't think I ever put any music to the lyrics.