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Sing Along With Summer
Summer stares, graceful
as the quiet chirps
birdsong, let’s sing along…
joy unfolding, on wings
listening for His voice
in the heart, the soul, anyplace
growing old, while the summer
restores the heart, the soul
breaking out in sweats of golden
sunlight, bursting from the heat
melodies so sweet…
gently playing against the ache
of a silent knowing,
His love unfolding, like a distant
star, reflecting all the wonder
the wonderful in His call…
calling us all, to believe
to see the music in the leaf
to see the dusty melodies
beyond the grief…
the seeds of hope He’s planting
between the darkness and the need
to be the light He shines through each
heart who believes, He is
the music, the notes of grace
the peace that is everlasting, forever
praising, with each fading prayer…
like the birds, on wings
instead of harps, singing melodies
of love that will forever pour from the heart
love that will always protect me
love that will never forget me…
the music in the song, He’s always – eternally – so I’ll sing along
"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." - Hebrews 10:23 Hope is one of the most powerful gifts God has given us. It anchors us in uncertain times and reminds us that no matter the challenges we face, God's promises remain steadfast and true. When we trust in His faithfulness, we are assured that He has plans to prosper us, to give us hope, and to secure our future, just as Jeremiah 29:11 proclaims.
Ediger, D.J.. Verses of Hope: Poems of Faith and Empowerment : Inspirations from Scripture to Uplift the Soul (p. 11). Independent. Kindle Edition.
Spring Fling "Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë Spring heeds His voice, Prepared to rejoice… Spring showers wash away each fear, Singing light across the new year… Spring invites souls to the blessing, As sun sings hope so impressing… Spring whispers of His amazing, Silencing the past, always praising… Spring knows the time has come, The dark of winter will succumb… Spring risks the disgrace, the shame, As the wind begins to play its game… Spring, mostly alive with pleasure, Restores the spirit’s joy, a treasure… Spring erases all the tired, Bringing new, it is inspired… Spring’s smile, it is assured, Brings peace that has endured… Spring listens to His command, Spreading glory, so great and grand… Spring is God’s grace poured out, On the heart who refuses to doubt!
On A Frosty Morn
Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering,
Beneath the frost’s quick breath.
Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter
Shadowed by trembling winds of December,
Hopeful and happy beneath the jewels of laughing songs,
Inspirations drifting softly on the light of yesterday’s dawn.
Leaves shimmer beneath a faded oak,
Bleeding its memories for changes to come,
Blessings to unwrap with the melancholic sprays,
Splattering the soul with music in calm bouquets,
Lavender, azure and scarlet – released by the mums,
Who forbid the heart from letting go of hope,
Shying away from the darkest parts of a nocturnal flow –
Flavored with tender morsels of moments
When beautiful was more than a word or a scene…
Beautiful was like the faded feeling, the dream,
Arising from the mist, swaying like smokey fantasies,
Spiced with liquid streams who heal and gush,
Pouring over the night with a moon who rises in naughty haste,
And stars dusting off their radiance, promising twinkling,
Twirling and dancing, reflecting all the joy that comes from knowing…
Even the sky can see through the ebony dusk, into the magnificent web,
A spider tends from the intimacy of a front porch swing,
Wordlessly, ghostlike …
Leaves abide the mystery of a night ablaze with silhouettes,
Gentle followers… risking untimely deaths,
Departing the moon’s glow for the joy of a stunning acapella
Music unheard, yet its rhythms absorb the darkness,
Sing stories of love and excitement, wonders beyond describing,
Alone, the vision in melodious ballad, pours out perfection,
Into the amazement of autumn’s drizzling deluge, reviving hearts,
Renewing the courage of the colors in fall,
Leaving only the moments before daylight
To believe that thunders would echo into the dawn,
Leaving the faded breath of a departing moon,
Leaving the worn forests to feel their forlorn losses,
As oaks heavy with acorns burst forth in song –
Betraying summer’s smile and reaching beyond the first thought…
Into forever after, where sun and moon cast their enchantment,
Rescuing the dew at dawn and abiding
Beneath a frost so sticky it paints every leaf and lawn,
Erasing the warmth of summertime
And leaving a need for blankets and sweaters,
Hastily thrown across couches and shoulders,
Always remembering the quiet blessings of 80 degree weather,
While basking in the crisp, cool dawns – 30 degrees and less,
Slashing the silence with a healthy dash of this unfriendly climate.
Yes. Leaves glitter and gasp,
Accepting the moments while remembering
All that has passed, a past filled with peace,
The presence of hope and happiness, healing…
While the present is so desperately chilling –
Even though we know God’s finger still painted this brilliance!