My apologies for being absent of late. I have been particularly ill for more than three weeks (among other things). I am still sick and may not be posting regularly until I am well. I wish you all well.
Month: January 2014
Pausing to Notice
The fight is quite a struggle
And in the desert cold
I see a purple flower.
Glancing towards Dreams
Fear and faith and giant things
The kind that take you for a ride
Begin to well on up inside
As I look your way.
And as I step a tiny step
One so large I cannot see
I hear the whispers all around
And do not know which way to turn.
I am so wanting that I fall
Desperate hungry weak and low
And if I could just hear a voice
I might just get up from the snow.
I hear your footsteps at my door
And dream of dancing on the floor
And sweat and rhythm make for life
Hope has music for the pain.
I fear to hope for things I dream
And dreams they scare me in the night
But happiness is wet and clean
And hot upon the ones who fight.
As I Look up Further Still
Patient now I must abide
And trust in Him who formed her world
And look to love on every side
And give less thought to death.
But as I do spend time in pain
(for I know I’m born to it)
The love that rests in ancient words
I pray would live in life.
Gently go to harshest plain
The place where such forgiveness lies
The road to peace is blood-fought hard
Let my world be made.
A flower blooming in the heat
The desert scorching all with sand
And wind and bitter dryness here
Moves across a barren land.
And all about is tan and red
But then the pedals singing out
Purple with a golden heart
Amidst a sea of drab and dead.
It’s hard to think that it could live
In conditions such as this
So beautiful it must be seen
When all else seems so dead.
A bitter part of all that’s been
Resides within my heart
And as the earth comes round again
I wish for different things.
The ugly weight of all that pain
Leaves an ugly scar
Or Two, or three, or many more
And we don’t look the same.
Precious faith so small today
If you fade we fade away
And if you grow we may yet rise
And if we can we’ll make the skies.
But in the darkness of the year
The one we barely made it through
There was this light shone so dear
And bright like fire in the ink.
A single star I know not why
And voices clamor to explain
But the beauty of the light
Fills my eyes with tears.
I do not know what happens next
And what this cycle new born brings
But precious faith so small today…
Please let me hear you sing.