Summer Song
From loss to longing to laughter, love to stir a heart
Wild Is The Night How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? - Dr. Seuss A pearl the size of winter stabs the night Enchanting as fire, glowing through the trees All the earth feels gentle, friendly and bright Believers in God’s grace fall to their knees While the stillness comes to life in half-light Blessings fall like prayers from a soft breeze Song of hope, whispering unspoken praise Upon the wind who breaths joy to amaze Moonlight murmurs to the stars in soft songs Pouring out peace and love across the hills This is the slow rhythm for which the heart longs Wonderous echoes of freedom who thrills Stories of old recall all the past wrongs While winter charms hearts with her quiet chills Nothing seems more astounding than the night Swearing to the soul to make it all right Busy dew hangs from the petals and leaves Gossiping with the shadow who agrees Even the wisest among us still grieves Remembering the love that holds hope’s keys A wild night, though honest, often deceives Promising moon and stars beyond the seas Angry black skies consume the heart who doubts While trembling fireflies sweep the mist with shouts
For ever in the eternal land The glorious day is dawning; For ever is the Father’s Light Like an endless outspread morning.
Tozer, AW. The Christian Book of Mystical Verse (AW Tozer Series) (pp. 62-63). GENERAL PRESS. Kindle Edition.
Worship
When the buds quietly form
Pouring out wonders, a song
Coloring the sunrise so warm
Whispering a gentle so strong
When the rain stills the dust
And joy lingers on the soul
There is hope hearts can trust
Blessings who make you whole
When the nights are alive
With starlight and fireflies
His sweet grace will survive
Growing joy beyond the skies
When the sorrows fade away
And everywhere, there is praise
Remembering the happy day
When His sacrifice will amaze
When every dream is shattered
All the light turns to shadows
His love and light surely scattered
So when we see the One He chose…
The One who died and then arose,
There is a breathless hope inspired
Hope for a time when He’ll oppose
All the doubts the accuser fired –
On that day, despite every shame
We’ll meet the One we so often praise,
The Savoir who took our blame
Even though, His purity would amaze
Without a doubt, He is the light
Shining into our broken hearts,
He goes before us, making things right
He brings us hope that never departs.
Wherever you go, know there is hope
He is my light, the reason I know
Whatever comes, I can always cope
Jesus! To Him, my love I surely owe!
O Lord! that I could waste my life for others, With no ends of my own, That I could pour myself into my brothers, And live for them alone!
Tozer, AW. The Christian Book of Mystical Verse (AW Tozer Series) (p. 103). GENERAL PRESS. Kindle Edition.
Written In My Heart
With a heart, heavy from sorrows
Walking in the field of woe, the darkness
Falling like the weight of regret, softening
Colors so hollow, hues in faded grays,
Blushing thoughts filled with shadows,
Dread like an ache, powerful – it bleeds
Through the past, through the promise,
Over the laughing sunflowers, honoring
Summer with their July moon and the gentling
Blues, like a sense of life’s calming …
With a soul, dancing like the stardust
Kisses, glistening reflections from fireflies,
Lifting the spirit and remembering forever
Trembling through the wind, the rain…
Hope soaring across the still, cool silence
In moonbeam dresses, alive with the caress
Soothing away the aching past, the melancholy
Angry thunder, lightening dressed like fire,
Burning away the despair, encouraging the spirit
To bow, kneeling in silence – to the kindness,
God’s Son – He shines His light over the earth,
Stirring up the richest compassion, the grace
That destroys the doubt and feeds hope, faith –
Love that is like a salve, wiping away the fear,
Silencing the lingering tears and remembering…
It is this, His kiss from the heavens, from bliss
Where love kindles a beautiful that pours out its
Wonders through the heart and soul –
It is this, His kiss that reassures and encourages
The blessings to rain forth, stirring the dreams,
The hopes, the memories and the serenity that knows…
God is in control – God abides, forever One with the
Son, the Holy Spirit … forever writing faith through the soul
Who knows the meaning of true love, the meaning…
is in the heart who believes in Jesus, the eternal Son!
’Tis not enough to save our souls, To shun the eternal fires; The thought of God will rouse the heart To more sublime desires.
Tozer, AW. The Christian Book of Mystical Verse (AW Tozer Series) (p. 106). GENERAL PRESS. Kindle Edition.
Oh, how I cried... It was summertime and healing from the winter’s dark Felt like memories were alone and silent, warring with the doubts Leaves green and dancing with the breeze, wings of hope Laughing at the lost moments when we played tag with hide n’ seek It was a game, summer’s cure for the past that was all pain Clouds of melancholy folded into shadows where Michael gave us All the ice cream and root beer we could eat and drink, consume With overwhelming urgency, appetites for a home cooked meal Crushed beneath the sugary syrup and cold vanilla breath It was summertime, before the moon and stars caught up With twinkle of fireflies in a Mason jar, quarts of shimmering Lights, delighting our hearts and our thoughts with their breathless Glow, their embers alive with silent joy, amazing music only Discovered in the dusk, just before day fled into the ebony distance It was summertime and Michael wore his camouflage fatigues After the Army, he never seemed without some tale, flickering images Moments of comical whims delighting, inviting the twinkles, laughter In Granny’s clear, blue eyes – alive with the love she had for him The youngest boy of six siblings, all gone off on their own now Inspired by the croaking frogs on the edges of a summer evening Blended with hearts who were beating hope, light, love… Before Michael would leave, dying beneath the heavy cruelty His alcoholism wore him down to a shadow of the child she’d known The man who laughed so that he seemed to vibrate, tremble With the joy that poured forth from his throat, his wonderous light It was summertime when he died and I mourned… oh, how I cried
