A collection of poems to periodically add to... :) enjoy.
The girl that ponders much - poem 6
There is magic in the light
that falls beneath the limbs
of the trees that flirt with the clearing
There is wonder in the road
that twirls with the wood
of the mountain that floats by the river
There is mystery in the girl
that ponders with the wind
off the water that proposes adventure
There is glitter in the light
that twirls with the wind
through mountains and trees the girl thinks of fondly
Metamorphosis - poem 5
A butterfly flew past me as I went into work
A symbol of freedom in a jailhouse kind of world
But I did not hesitate to walk through the doors
Because like that butterfly, my freedom takes time to form
When I am no longer, He is... - poem 4
When my eyes are no longer clear
for the blur within them settles,
And my knees no longer straighten,
weighed down by the world around them...
When my ears no longer listen
for the deafening noise within,
And my hands no longer clasp,
for the touch of trials I've lived...
I'll muster up my strength
and lift my head towards the sky,
And I'll sing of praise and glory,
for my King is drawing nigh...
The pain will not dwindle,
though it would be simpler that way.
My Lamb did not become a lion
without cracks in The Potter's clay.
So my eyes can pursue a haze.
My legs quiver when I stand.
And my ears can start their ringing.
The skin can peel from my hands.
That won't stop me from raising them,
Knowing I'm never more to roam.
Eternity is a beautifully long time my friend,
Hallelujah, for The King calls me home.
Nourishment - poem 3
We inspect ourselves in the mirror.
We weigh ourselves when we wake.
We deprive ourselves of sugar,
and it's greens we seem to hate.
But with each passing morning,
with each choice we make,
our bodies become purer,
for good things we will wait.
The temple takes new meaning.
The temple becomes great.
The temple will affirm her
through His spirit everyday.
Annointing - poem 2
My tear stained cheeks
Turn into Holy Water
In the Presence of the King
Winter Rain - poem 1
Do you hear the rain
on this cold December night?
As it patters on the roof?
As it pleases the sky?
Does it soothe your soul
from the outside in?
Even though it's chilly?
Even though it brings the wind?
And when you hear it pitter,
when it rages through the trees,
when it thuds against your window,
when it drowns the grass and leaves,
Does it make you frightened?
Do you run and hide?
Or does it keep you safe
in your bed where you lie?
I tell you, I can hear it,
as the temperature drops,
and it soothes my inmost being,
despite coming of the frost.
And when I hear it running,
through the leaves and on the trees,
It doesn't make me frightened.
It only brings me glee.
Because, the rain is kind,
despite what it can cause.
It's purpose always to restore
what man almost lost.
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