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God Cares
Summer settles into my bones
as I breathe the dust of mown lawns
and the heady scent of roses, peacefully
listening to my heart’s hasty beat,
as I walk through the summertime
wrestling with my yearnings, the dawn
lowering her blessings across my spirit
singing melancholic notes
and echoing lights, reflecting all the joys
the stories of summer loves,
the poems and the promises,
the gentling of a grace far more gentle
than any moment I’ve ever kept
in my mementos – sentimental reasons
fading into the hesitant laughter of a wish
as the oaks seek out the maple
whispering winds lingering
beneath the shadows of pine and laurel
the forest’s narcissistic colors, caressing my life
with hopes – because its summertime and I know
life is more than the sweet breath of healing,
the moments keep fading into yesterday
and I remember…
He is with me, in the silence – in the wind
in the music played by ferns as they murmur
to the violet and sing praises from their roots
as I lift my voice into the summer heat
and tell the Lord His love is sweet
His love is like the hasty glow,
glistening, glorious, goodness
flowing over my spirit as the night sings
in dewy mysteries, blessing away the past
and quivering through my life
a moment when I realize how faithful He’s been,
more faithful than the summer’s kiss
against my cheek, the wind’s dreamy laughter
giggling like a life whose been colored by songs,
more like wisdom than reflection,
a gift of praise falls from my soul
and I breathe faith through the stories, a poem
fades into the psalms, who pour from the summer
reassuring and reminding me to hear Him
in the rich pearls of Sunday preachings,
quiet secrets revealing what it means
to love more than anything, more than the wind
more than the seas, more than the forests –
with their laughing and teasing,
reflecting what it means to see into the moment
when sunlight fades and the joys insist on erasing
the sweaty days and hastening into the night
where the moon burns bright
and the fireflies reassure my thoughts,
remembering when I caught them in a jar
never holding their destiny against me – forgiving
like the One who brought healing, convincing me
that love this alive, it will ever survive
and life, oh precious life…
as summer reveals, with her precious peace
life is discovered beneath the cover of a sky
who stirs the spirit, a sigh
because He is alive – He is life…
He is life…
and I will not cry
for summer’s goodbye
because I know the One who abides
throughout all time…
I know He is mine…
forever mine, throughout all time
Jesus decides…
how summer revives
the spirit, refreshed
by the gentle caress,
summer’s light, her story
rejoice, - oh, rejoice…
He gives us all a choice
choose love – in all its glory
He is the One who wrote the story
Love – summertime’s voice… remembering
He is the light of each moment
He is the grace that keeps pouring out
victorious, because there is only One
who is brighter than the sun…
He is the Son, and His love is wonderous
A miracle that survives all the summer’s nights
A mystery so alive that it is the breath of life
A music to play each note – like the wings of hope
He is the Son who arose – so this love can flow
Oh, keep swimming in the gentle flow
Love from the One who is reverberating
In my soul, so I surely know
He is the answer for each need, each prayer
He brings me assurance that God really does care!
“See, a lot of people think prayer is getting God to do what you want Him to do on your timetable. The longer I live, the more I think it’s like stepping off the platform onto a train that’s starting to move. It takes faith to take a step, but once you’re on and you submit to His control, you’re headed in the direction He wants you to go.”
Fabry, Chris. The Forge (p. 65). Tyndale House Publishers. Kindle Edition.
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A Silent Tear
Reflected in the stardust moment
On the edge of the darkest thought
Whispering peace, patience, promise
Gentle sighs of the summer breeze
Laughing across the charms of night
Music of the dawn light, graceful
Shimmering faith and singing grace
Inspiring psalms and wonders of praise
Awakening prayers that God will favor
Breathless hues of brilliant amazement
Hearts melt and clamor for the chance
To ride seas of light, dancing a waltz
On the summer skies, alive, a fire
Blazing with tangerine dreams, inspiring
Love that is alive with desire, vibrant
Vibrating with the warmth it illuminates
On wings of angelic yearnings, mysteries
Pining for the day when they can awake
Caress the heart with gentle hopes
Sing of glories that were never known
The soul grows wise like an elderly child
Wrinkled with time, but so very alive
Crossing the path of melancholy and faith
Lasting serenity born on the kindness
That silences doubt and shouts with belief
Signs that God is the Father of peace
The miracle that brings sweet relief
Playing, penetrating, piercing the light
With reflections of quiet assurance
Lingering on sage knowing, perception
Kissing thoughts with victory, winning
The opportunity to agree with heaven
God is the One I need, the answer
The sweetness of a life poured out
Like a soft rain, sparkly and dazzling
Calling His name through the show
Of teardrops that only He controls!
Psalms 56:8 – KJV - Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all Thy Quickening powers;
Come shed abroad a Saviour’s love;
And that shall kindle ours.
Tozer, A. W.. Tozer on the Holy Spirit: A 365-Day Devotional (p. 162). Moody Publishers. Kindle Edition.
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Stardust Dreams Leftover from summer’s grace Restoring hope and thanks With hues so vibrant, scarlet shades Dancing wings, swaying petals Flames – brilliant like the passions They embrace, kissing away every Doubt, all the shadows… Striking like the silent tear, Touching hearts with shimmering Dreams, whispered on a prayer Transporting the soul into Fantasies that sing to the spirit Return joy to the minute When the glow of bold, blood-red Mysteries remember… The cardinal and the rose glimpse Pieces of wishes, yearnings… The sPiriT’s muse in blazing - Obsessive creativity – burning Away every fear, every tear, all the past Where there abides the night’s gasp, soaring stardust
Most of us struggle with prayer. We forget to pray, and when we remember, we hurry through prayers with hollow words. Our minds drift; our thoughts scatter like a covey of quail. Why is this? Prayer requires minimal effort. No location is prescribed. No particular clothing is required. Yet you’d think we were wrestling a greased pig.
Lucado, Max. God Is With You Every Day: 365-Day Devotional (p. 117). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition.
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