saturday morning serenade

while the sun was on holiday,
i took a walk.

it was a gorgeous morning
with the mist falling lightly and refreshing the earth
vibrant shades of color have always reflected my thoughts & emotions
and somehow i communicate quite well with them...
there were plump, crimson berries climbing up the hillside
and joyful orange and lavender flowers waking from their wet sleep,
some of the flushing pinks filled with thousands of last night's droplets
a yellow-breasted bird chirped his song to the Lord so freely
(i wanted to join him, but alas, i did not know his melody)
my favorite, though, was the park at which i silently gasped,
taking in the greenness--such beautiful, enchanting, energizing green
i would not tire, i think, to see such beauty every day of my life.

i passed by my friend with the long, spindly arms--
of whom you may remember from several months ago--
and my heart wanted to burst at seeing the sprouting buds
upon his arms
as he, too, is awakening for the spring.
he slept so long in the cold winter
appearing lifeless and dead
yet inside, he was being prepared for this new season.

and so, now,
with a favored coffee mug
and my dear Hebrews
this day begins.


H

grace in the grey

there's something about the rain
that awakens my love of writing.
no human pours these dismal-looking showers
and yet
they continue to fall
down
down
down
and for some reason,
of which i have not yet determined,
i take great comfort from the grey drops
that paint themselves on my window.

maybe it's because i've often sympathized with the rain
(we've been dear friends for many years now)
& i've shared endless hours with sighs of a wet afternoon
or perhaps because
like the rain
my heart has bled and fallen
many times over in varying ways,
and until as of late,
i've remained there--left in a puddle of cold helplessness,
struggling to last until the sun rises
and clears away those drizzly clouds of fear or hurt.

but whatever the reason,
these days are special to me
and i cant help but thank the Lord for them,
despite when they interrupt a trivial to-do list.

they recall to this forgetful mind
my sweet Lord's faithfulness and love
yes, His gentle, abundant, undeserved love
and His presence with me
these are the days we have such lovely conversations
and reminisce how He's cared for His children in the past
and how He'll continue to do so today.

i think that most people tend to be of the opinion
that sunny days are a picture
of how blessings burst forth like golden sun rays.
and yet
these days of rain also depict to me
the downpouring of grace amidst the grey,
which is no less glorious.


H

dinner

oh how i love to cook.

this year,
i'm determined to improve this art.

H

battling fear & hurt

oh Lord, my God, i cry to you
because you alone will hear and answer my plea
grant rest and peace to this aching heart
for my heart strays from your precepts all the day
i am sickened by my sin
it is ever present before my eyes
and now,
this new hurt
another of which i did not anticipate
oh Jesus, i long for you alone
this life you have given me will not end
one day sooner than you have planned--
so enable me to live each one of them--
but i so desperately long and ache to see you!
my Comfort,
my loving Abba,
my gentle Shepherd,
don't leave me i beg you
don't let me take my eyes off your unfailing love,
for you alone will never fail me.


H