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Spring
While springtime presses in on my thoughts,
forcing me to believe that even the stillness
the clingy silence who drenches my spirit
in rhythms of non-regret, rhythms of pure peace
releasing my soul from the fading feelings,
the emotions that store up broken dreams,
broken hearts, brokenness –
like books to read, someday –
when the time is right, when I don’t feel
so lonesome when I hear the words they write,
the stories they tell – about going through hell.
While springtime pours out her dew drenched feelings,
blessings so gentle, reflecting, sentimental
praying faithfully to the One who created
the winds and the sea, the music so sweet, resting
against the silence in lingering shades of melancholy
blue black Decembers relieve my spirit, restoring me
to the heart of spring,
where I bleed with truth,
intimate stories, pouring
from the night, where stars glisten and the moon listens
revealing the way it is when death descends, like a friend.
While springtime delays my despair, the desperation
beyond compare, dread that feeds on the overcast
skies in blue gray, welcoming the mysterious haze,
releasing me from the time before my soul would find
the meaning of this life,
not in springtime or December
not in the seas or the trembling breeze
not in the seeds of thought we remember
No – it is found in the beautiful knowing
where my soul keeps going, growing
in waves of light, reflections so bright
the stars can’t glisten loud enough
the night can’t see the cloudless, love
the moments are bound up in hope
trusting the One who came to save
the One whose grace God gave
the One who is life
the One who is the sacrifice…
teaching each soul, to let go – to let go
to surrender to His love,
to believe this God above
who reaches out to us, assuring and renewing
completing out lives with a love that is alive
a love that can heal and feel and is so real
a love that comes from knowing
the One whose love is flowing
from the spirit of grace,
His never ending grace!
Oh, Sweet Love! Sweet GRACE!
Writing Hebrews 13:5 “Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Genesis 19:26 "But his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt." Somedays, I don’t feel Your presence the gentle of Your light, whispering flowing over my spirit, erasing all the menacing memories, tempting me to worry the ache of a past who hurts… is it worth looking back – daunting, depressing, disheartening the fears, the tears, all those years before I felt You writing beautiful into my story, my life’s narrative before I knew that You would always be with me, breathing light over my worst doubts, my worst dread, the worst I’ve been. Somedays, I don’t feel You the way I yearn to walking beside me the way You walked with Adam the way You walked with Abraham the way You walked with Israel silencing every shadow with Your steady light, Your wonder freeing the heart who feels lost, offering grace and forgiveness offering a joy that only comes from knowing YOU. Somedays, I don’t FEEL YOU yet I still know You’re with me guiding, inspiring, writing the story of my life, the story that is mine because You saved me from the worst strife You filled me with hope and a purpose – to shine Your light, Your gentle light, glows from my heart, my soul because You took the pen from my hand and helped my soul to begin again writing the story that only You could have planned writing the story that comes from knowing, You’re there even when my fears tell me that You’ve left me alone through it all, I know… You’re still writing each verse… each stanza, a light, reflecting what it means to love without fear, to love because You’re here to love unconditionally, generously, selflessly to love because You’re with me, always a light to fulfill me always so bright – so vivid Your pen, it keeps writing… so I’m sure Even when I don’t feel You there beside me there isn’t a doubt that You’re still writing!
Seasons In Rhyme
Colors, bold and laughing
Journey through Spring, then Summer
Reminiscing about Winter’s bitter
All the hostile, cold and gray
Ice crystals,
Faded into the silence
Beneath a freshly fallen snow
Blowing away the despair, the dark
From a twilight’s beckoning,
Song of light, softly playing
A gentle melody
Quaint, unfailing, life’s rhapsody
Soon autumn’s tears
Erase the whisper of Summer’s rhythm,
Gesturing to the moment
A prayer spoken,
Destiny trembling in the spirit,
Creativity edged
In mystery, a glimpse of light
Falling with the rain,
Dew drenched mornings,
Turning from the broken, the faded,
To the solemn expressions
Love so amazing…
My soul, assured, forever praiseful.
Seasons come and go,
The rain falls, the winds blow,
Echoing across the mountains
In beautiful stains of light,
Shadows and blessings
Never failing to excite…
The stars bloom with hope
And wishes are spoken
As hearts, sometimes broken,
Delight in the time, peppered
So fine, so very fine…
Seasons in rhyme
