Clarity sparkles like the sun glinting off the water.
Thoughts flow smoothly along
Following the light toward a definite goal,
(It all makes so much sense!)
Till vision takes shape, and words
Start falling into place one by one or
Sometimes phrases at a time…
My story unfolds itself into a comfortable couch.
Here I lie, feet up and reclined, listening
To the relaxed rumble of coherence turning
Chaos into logic, making sense out of nonsense.
Peace by pieces is settling inside me
Filling my soul with reminders of His goodness.
Hope lies through death’s door-
Death to self, death to dreams,
Death to ambition’s striving efforts.
Hope hides in the heart
(Though despair thinks it has won),
Then blossoms like a rose with
The scent of love, the color of faith.
Hope brings new light to blind belief
Till all the darkness vanishes and
Clarity of purpose stiffens resolve.
But… One must be willing
To walk through death’s door,
To step from the finite into the infinite…
Farewell is never easy when the way has been so long,
But paths diverge and friends must part as time moves ever on.
We pause for just a moment to remember what has passed-
Hard work, good times, sweet sorrows, too, are memories that will last.
But time is inescapable, so forward we must go.
The next step isn’t easy, but tomorrow we will know
There’s joy in every journey even when the way seems dark.
Each time we meet along the path brings lightness to our heart.
Farewell is never easy and it makes my heart feel sad.
Good journey, friend, and may you find more friends to make you glad.
The yard outside is rife with Spring.
The newness shows in everything.
The conversation nature sings-
A symphony of joy.
The shoots of colors (splendor splayed)
Seem like a brand new masquerade-
A spritely dance of living things
We annually enjoy.
The birds converse and sing with glee.
The squirrels jump from tree to tree.
Their voices give the earth beneath
New courage come to life.
The flowers bloom and grass gets green.
The ground seems more and more serene-
Telling birds and squirrels to breathe,
To sing and play and fly.
I saw a ground hog waddle out.
The fellow was so strong and stout.
He walked around and went back in
As if he owned the place.
I’m filled with wonder and amazed
When Spring comes with its happy craze.
Regardless of the mood I’m in,
God grants me brand new grace.
I feel the sweetness of your mercy
Like feathers falling from the wings of love.
I rest beneath the breath of life
Blowing on my deadness,
Resurrecting pieces of my heart
Until I’m whole again–
United in a reverent fear of You.
Forgive me, Lord,
For letting all the stuff of life
Sidetrack my intimacy with you.
Still, in the ways you speak to me,
You keep on giving grace to grow–
Calling me to courage in my walk,
Despite the dread that plagues my heart.
You hold me still and whisper peace
Reminding me You love me anyway.
