It’s cold, I feel chilled
words dribble from my cell;
tears down the contours of cheek.
“A development problem…
baby will be born at Children’s
Hospital… minimum of two weeks…
I’m trembling, but the strength in
my son’s voice steady’s me;
someone is praying I feel warmth
wishing I could take his pain. I pray…
Linking at dVerse… the call came in little over an hour ago. Pray for Nolan to be born December 20.
Like whispers on wind, December comes
tagged with scents to comfort soul…
gingerbread, citrus, and peppermint.
Boots are dusted off ready to roam.
Tall parched grasses whistle in wind
clapping, applauding, cheering;
acclaiming the story long told in
a land far from home… so far.
The Bible tells
A dark chocolate sky gives way to
tiny stars sparkling as diamonds on
a cold night; with my breath upon.
Stars leading … always leading
Wise men sought
Are those angel’s wings above or
wisps of earthly clouds lingering?
The sky a vast thing to know,
yet they come… come to see.
With crunch of snow beneath foot
flakes setting in wandering prints;
I sense wonder in this season
like a child… I come to wait
for Jesus Christ
Weeping as a willow
against November’s sky;
I find myself a peddler
at the crest of life.
Rustic country side,
silvery moon dangles;
an ornament in night sky.
overflows with death
and mingles with life.
The seasons evanesce
upon wilted gust;
then first hardy breath
hopeful child till death.
her children lost;
desert sand muffled
Those who weep
the empty womb
bitter tears, hope lost.
Upon Autumn’s wind
a howl of neglect;
child in war-torn worlds
heart beats, beats, beats…
then stilled, forever silent.
No remorse, no hope
tattered body from neglect.
Yet upon the dying twig
I peer at spring’s breath;
within jaded bud…
will it withstand winter?
Hope will mount
a healing balm upon
eternal sanguine breath.
Mother’s empty arms
agonizing and waiting
or needy child abandon
cold, hungry, frighten…
weeping, weeping, weeping
I too will weep for broken hearts.
“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.” Psalm 46:1-2
Linking up at dVerse… dedicated to Amanda; may God be your comfort.
The leaves are down and pool in eddies on woodland floor,
as Blue Jay’s token tags toad stools; peering beneath decay
and twigs just remnants of November’s storms become
nature’s quirky appetizer picks empty of hospitality.
No feast left for the birds, squirrels, and such;
time to revisit fast food stations dangling from bare trees.
Feeders packed with critter morsels (seed, fat, corn)
are man’s token of affection to the lesser bound.
Yet, mouths in foreign places filled with drought
are lacking from food do cry with hunger’s twisted pain.
Fall’s forest floor a reminder of the ebbing need of neighbors;
hope to touch the heart and life and soul who lie in decay.
He fed the thousands, filled their stomachs then eternal souls.
Can I, in turn, fill the empty even with the lesser I have;
those who have no wings to fly where warmth of feast abides?
Is it too much to find hope beneath decaying leaves?
“And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.” John 6:35
Visiting dVerse later today…
Bittersweet the veil between seasons;
when sun shimmers upon crystals-
mirrored and dangling as a prism.
The fruit now bruised beneath the snow,
as birds bury under wing of summer things.
The grassland brittle to weighty boot
tramp through chilled wooded lot
where critter cries for lack of food
and foliage sanctify forest floor;
weary winter… not yet begun.
Bittersweet time frozen in pungent words;
when sun can’t thaw an icy heart which
echo cries… lifeless and left behind.
The fruit of love, hope, and charity dormant,
as tears restrain pain of what was meant to be.
The relationship fragile to cumbersome words;
vagrant as migratory birds on winter wing
where in the wind cries for restoration
and forgiveness to purify and start again.
Weary as the seasons go… yet fade away and fly!
“For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” Matthew 6:14-15
Linking to dVerse…
Sky is thin as crescent moon hangs,
dangles deep within night sky
as Cheshire Cat’s grin… smiles.
As nightly clouds drift by I
know day grows transparent-
darker while autumn ushers down
woodland aisle; a bride of golden year!
I put on no hidden facade
nor do the towering oaks;
who hang onto beloved leaves.
There drapes wild grapevine;
Autumn’s will-o-wisp winks playfully.
Unwise trickery lay just beyond…
wandering waters down ruddy streams.
What frames your lush leaves;
deaden fruit dangling, drooping, dying?
Vagabond wings settle upon your twig,
tiny hands reach your clustered berries,
not I – I float comfortably cruising past
painted canvas of pastureland
seeking treasures beyond potter’s clay.
Just me and dried leaves drifting
downstream as the last of autumn
blesses retiring earth. I watch
zinnia stretch neck long as steeple
knowing their time nears end.
I aloof to frames of time, as Autumn
bustles down the aisle… a golden bride.
“O God, You are my God; early will I seek You; my soul thirsts for You; my flesh
longs for You In a dry and thirsty land where there is no water.” Psalms 63:1