Miracles in the Making

Poetry and Devotional from Pearls of Love

blue ridge mountains

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Intrusive Thoughts

trees tremble, quietly
	in the laughter of sweet winds
		leaves rustling, waltzing, twisting
			through the fresh noon gentleness
abiding in my spirit, the stirrings 
of a hesitant dream…

predictions of glowing silence in the moonlight
whimsical stars, breaking through the heat
of a star sprinkled night, where my heart remembers
silvery peppered skies, during the times when I felt
more than I heard, more than I dreamed
more than I knew or voiced – my silence seemed
like a simple shadow, fading

melting away the melancholy, the music
melodies pouring from my guitar strings
	notes like softest dreams, resting on my wings,
	embracing the joy that comes from knowing
		you’re alive with a sudden stirring, in the soul
			the spirit battling all the forces who want control
as they remind you to tune the grey from each cloud
forcing innocence from the notes, peace
from the wonders, the stories

feelings come to pour out their soothing, quietly
	mesmerizing, hypnotic, restoring
		blessings so alive they seem to grow
in the heat of a sunrise, the morning lost
amid butterflies and blooms, 
hasty words reflecting the music in a summer thought,
the beautiful in hearts who know only one thing,
to love with a love that is innocent and pure,
a love that comes from breathing in
the sweet cinnamon scent of light and joy
the unending hope…

comprised of letting go of the lonely notes
lost amid the colors of yesterday’s prayers
secrets in lavender and scented like lilac buds
on the spring’s breath,
lessons in healing – so revealing
what it means to give away
more than we keep
more light, more grace, more tears
more than the faded memories
love, pangs of intimacy
wherever we weep, we see
the need to believe – just believe

as the new wears away at the rusty exterior
of my sounds, my tears, my stories
	something emerges from the autumn’s lingering
		a reminder of what it means to leave the worry
leave the lonesome and discover the wholeness
	of light, life, love….

this is the song of a still shadow
leaving behind its rhythm,
details in believing
	a heart, a soul, a spirit
		trembling, seeking
seeing…

the river’s gentle pace, after the tears fade
after the silence penetrates
after the night stays
	and my prayer creates
		a conversation between
love and faith, hope that lasts
hope that suggests…

He is here – He never passed
He was always here and I know, at last
the love that never ends, it just grows and grows
so I forever know – where He is…

that is home, the place where I’m free
the place where I’m whole
the place where I know
satisfaction – deep down in my soul

intrusive thoughts bleed from my pen
	the empty page, fertile ground for me
		the stillness of a front porch swing
where my heart agrees, 

	there is love that succeeds
		in destroying the doubt in me
			in restoring the belief so I see
whatever comes, He’s here with me
and He hears me… oh, Lord, please don’t ever leave!

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