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The Winter Has Passed

(At least in the northern hemisphere!)

 

The winter has passed.
On many days we see the sun –
At last!

Aft’ freezing rain,
Aft’ icy wind,
Our hearts can open up again.

No longer do I cringe
Against the wind.

Not much fasting now –
More feasting.
Not much bleakness now –
With color is our world endowed.

The warmth of the sun –
Let hearts be open to it now.

Unruffled

Beyond the hills,
I sense the ocean,
Miles away.

Fish frolic in rolling waves,
Sun glances off glassy waters,
Seagulls wheel recklessly in cyan skies.

How do the mermaids feel?
Are they free as the wind,
Though beneath it?

Deep, deep down,
There are no waves –
Maybe God is like that –
Unruffled by the world
Above / below Him.

Storm’s a Comin’

 

Storm’s a comin’
Wind’s a whippin’
Air is chillin’

Leaves a blowin’
Wind’s a moanin’
Tree branches groanin’

Life’s a flowin’
People are growin’
Eternity beckoning

Half Moon Bay: After the Storm


I’ll Make You a Garden

I’ll make you a garden,
In which you can tread
On green things that aromas send.

In which you’ll find refreshing shade
Amidst life’s burdens heavy laid.

You’ll see abundant birds and bees,
And squirrels skittering up the trees.

The flowers glorious will be there,
Their fragrance hanging in the air.

The fruits and vegetables will grow —
Might be a few weeds; I don’t know.

There’ll be a bench where you can sit,
And rest your weary bones a bit.

The wind will rustle through your hair;
Accept its presence, if you dare.

You’ll take deep breaths and drink the air —
Finding yourself, you’ll have no care.

Can You Hear Jesus?

Can you hear Jesus?
His voice so gently calls.
I hear Him in the crashing waves,
In clear, bright mornings,
In darker days.

Can you hear Jesus calling?
He wants to own your heart.
Can you hear Him in the wind?
The fresh, cool breeze?
The Voice within?

Can I hear Jesus speaking?
Or is my heart too deaf?
Will I turn away from Him,
Let call grow dim, or
Let Him wash away my sin?

Can we hear Jesus speaking?
And let us meet one day,
On other side,
Without our pride —
He patiently abides.

Wild and Free

Wild horses

Wild and free
Someday I’ll be;
Wind in my hair
And not a care.

To soar so high,
Up towards the sky,
With eagle’s eye
And no more lies.

I’ll run and run,
Out towards the sun.
Thy will be done;
Thy Kingdom come.

But now on earth,
The suff’ring hurts.
Until life’s end,
And to new birth.

[Photo credit: http://animalwalls.blogspot.com/2011/09/white-wild-horses.html ]

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