Gone are the bright leaves of the fall,
And barren branches stand so tall,
The wind cuts through my meager clothes;
A bit of chill upon my nose.
The sky so dreary, and people weary,
But pink-tinged clouds at sunset shout
Of beauty gracing —
Silver-lined clouds lacing.
And still the air is not so cold.
But wintry temper’tures so bold
Will soon bring flurries and people hurrying
To still the chill within their souls.
What a gift to walk today
‘Midst falling leaves, by river’s run.
To hear the birds and crickets sing,
Walk under trees in dappled sun.
I do not know this wild wood-land,
Suburban-bred, not woodsman’s child.
Yet, not so wild as it could be;
The asphalt makes the trail seem mild.
Some leaves that fell, so many pressed
By feet and wheels, a thousand times,
As if the leaves on trail embossed,
Of passing life to be the signs.
And mild, too, the weath’r today;
It draws the people out to play
They walk, they talk, they bike, they run.
A peaceful time; most smile and wave.
In wilder places I have been,
But urban trails, they make me smile.
Oasis in a crowded world,
A piece of heaven for a while.
Ridin’ on the wave of God’s love —
It can be precarious,
It’s sometimes hilarious,
But don’t be nefarious —
Just ride it, ride on.
As we ride the wave of God’s love —
Our balance let’s keep,
His truth and love seek,
Be humble and meek —
Keep ridin’, keep on.
To ride on the wave of God’s love —
Let go and surrender,
Receive His love tender,
His grace do not hinder —
Let go and ride on.
… And if you should fall —
Attend to His call;
Get up and stand tall …
It’s raining redwood seeds
and flocks of geese
dance noisily over my head.
Cool night air, alive with life,
comes through my window;
it smells so fertile.
No snow as yet,
and better yet,
the rain may come.
The promise of rain
is teasing us.
If rain will come,
the earth will bloom again —
and so my heart.
Gotta keep believing,
Though so much contradicts.
People think that I’m a fool,
And devil plays his tricks.
People that I’m trusting
Seem to disappoint.
But maybe I mistakenly
Misplaced my frail hope?
Need a clearer vision
Of what God wants for me.
Don’t seem to know the answers
For questions bugging me.
The road keeps getting darker —
Here’s where true faith comes in.
I’m teet’ring on a tightrope,
Can’t seem to trust in Him.
How long to be in exile?
How long out in the cold?
Lord, help me to surrender,
To wait upon Your throne.
Have I lost Your vision,
Has pride put me in chains?
I’ll wait upon Your answer
And then be free again.
Am I disobeying?
Did I blindly fall?
I don’t have all the answers;
I’ll give it to You all.
Why do I suffer?
Why do I fall?
Is it a lack of something within?
Is it a deafness, blindness, sin?
Is it my fault,
A weakness large?
Is it an ignorant, stubborn heart?
Or perhaps all these,
Seized on to torment,
By an enemy fierce
Who confusion foments?
Your grace do I seek;
I am utterly weak.
My eyes cannot see;
My ears wrongly hear.
Help me to trust
In You — that I must.
clarakatalin 