Monday, June 23, 2008

Wandering

I wander on uncertain roads,
Upon a certain path.
And where I wander who can say?
Until I wander back.

I ponder on a certain thought,
And wonder where it goes.
Is there a graveyard somewhere close,
Where buried thoughts can go?

Do they become the fodder for
The better thoughts that come?
Or do they lie there, waiting,
Till their bones, to dust have gone?

I think that they wait for
A thought, to blossom more,
And give its roots the nourishment,
To bring up half a score.

And thought on thought,
And wave on wave, from the mind
Begin to soar; Until the mind
No longer waits for oceans at the door.

And then the mind, it launches out
Upon a sea so green. Until it
Finds another thought that
Waits beyond the sea.

On a Quote

I read a book by an author of note,
Who wrote in a different time.
She said we are there to define the earth,
To give it a wisdom and lore.

I ponder on this and how we now live,
And wonder what happened through time,
And how it can be that we live apart
From the earth and the way that we are.

We were made for work,
To work the land,
To govern the seasons and times.
Yet, now, we are far from the
Way we were made
And live in uncomfortable grace.

And we feel the distance
From what we were made
To be in a perfect place.

And perfection, once lost,
Cannot be regained...
Except by The ONE
The Most High.

On a Sunset

Big bright sun is lying low,
Wet sand glistens in the glow,
And I want to hold it all alone
With my flesh and with my bone.

Clutching my pen I try to write,
To influence a coming night.
Only worries and care come through,
Until I turn and look to you.

You hold me fast, so I can roam,
And where I go, I am not alone.
I have no cares you cannot conceive,
I must always and only believe.

Thoughts on a Wave

Roar and crash on the sand
You wave, roar in the
Black of the night.

We, on the land will
Listen to you, as you
Crash, you changing tide.

What do you see on your
Long, cold journey?
Until you here arrive?

On a land that is warm
Or a cold, cold shore
On a beach that is alive?

What goes on in this world,
You wave, that have traveled
Through days and nights?

What have you seen, can
You tell me now, wave,
What is in the night?

I know the truth,that wave and I,
Know the reason for the night
And who holds the key to the heart of
The world in the depths of the
Glistening tides.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Reflections from Childhood

I used to sit
Beneath the magnolia tree
In my mother's garden.
I remember the pale cream,
The big blossoms with the
Rosy, sunset highlights at the center.

One day as I sat there, thinking,
Wondering about the blossoms and
Their strange, uncertain, fragrance,
A creamy petal fell next to my hand.

It lay there, beautiful but still,
Like some forlorn and delicate corpse
Too soon released from life, too young.
And I wondered at a thought within my mind.

"God knows it lies there, it does not
Fall without his knowledge, or plan."
And then I knew. It is his creation,
Part of his plan, and I was comforted.

Looking back on that time and place,
I know He holds my heart, and knows
Each need, each plan and desire.
He will lead me where my life will
Bring him honor, will make me like his Son.

He speaks to me from his word,
"Be content to serve, Content to walk
Upon the road I give you."
He is leading me, readying me to be light.

So here I stand, a woman.
Knowing there is struggle and Pain that
Suffering and sorrow mark the road ahead.
And I am confident, I will not back down
Because God holds me here, firm in Christ.
He has placed me where I am, to shine.

Where?

Tell me where do
We go when we die?
Where is the day-break
in the night sky?

Tell me the truth,
When do we see
The purpose in losing
The things we think
Make us free?

For those who believe
Death is the start
Not the end. It is
The dawn in the
Night of a friend.

In losing this world
We are free to be,
Having a purpose
In Christ we are free.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Truth

Truth, a constant
We cannot see, create
Or even start to plan.

It is a reason,
Not determined by
The philosophy of man.

Not fluid or a
Thing to speculate.
It is unchanged,
Not weathered,
Not debased.

Not to be molded,
Not to be made,
Solid it stands,
Unafraid.

Tremble before it
Stand amazed.
It is truth and
Cannot be unmade.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Knee-Deep

Down on the shore
where the waves swing
Wild and free,
Where the wet soft sand
Sinks soft beneath my feet.

You hold your arm to me
And I concur
and walk with you
Where wind and waves
confer upon the sand.

Instead of waves we're
Wading in the night.
Not long before the
Day breaks with the light.
And there we walk and,
Deep in thought, we talk.
Wonder at each other and
The Lord and all he is.

Now look at me
And ponder I am she,
Who longs to follow
Through the night with thee.

And look for hope,
Within my eyes is trust,
And I find light, within
Your eyes is truth and
Truth from He who loves
Both you and me and will,
In life, delight
to see us go.

So down along
Where wave and water
Meet, where all the
Talks and tales and tours
We've had will
Follow in our past...
Knee-deep, we
Wander towards
Reality.