Kingman Wash in Arizona. Iphone snap
Crystal jewel amid desert rigidity,
Exposed in willing transparency.
Deep tonal blue your reflective canopy,
Your icy December embrace still entices me.
My fingers playfully seek
Expectant through chilled caress,
I feel the settled stones,
You and time have smoothed diligently.
And respectfully I acknowledge,
You haven’t always known such serenity.
Rugged unpolished rocks,
Droughts and waters raging.
Yet I know and remember when trials oppress,
Serenity IS, and when absent, will again be…
January 1, 2015
As the storms rage,
Dark clouds block the sun.
Lightning and thunder
spill their fury
With beastly intensity.
With forceful ease.
I cannot hear
I cannot see clearly
I have to hide
I grow frightened and weary
The storm passes.
Sun’s healing light
Befalls the fallen.
The earth swallows
A peaceful calm surrounds.
Threatening gales fade
Into gentle breezes.
And recovery begins.
I can hear
I can see clearly
I needn’t hide
The world isn’t quite so scary
Above the ominous slate,
Is a sky of blue.
A brilliant yellow sun,
The storm cannot subdue.
The atmosphere below,
Makes good on all it’s threats.
Thunder and lightning rage,
Traumatic winds cause distress.
The tempest’s fury eventually fades,
Calm and order begin to emerge.
From the brokenness and suffering,
We we’re required to endure.
The assaulting storms in life,
Which seek our defeat.
Are blanketed by calm and light,
By warmth and tranquility.
When daylight’s diminished by gray.
When nights’ darkness is shrouded in pitch,
The sun and the stars, the moon on high,
Piercing light they will emit.
Ever reminding us of God’s presence,
Amid our trials and pains.
Through gale, rain, or flood,
God’s love always remains…
I could choose to focus on,
Those things which bring me down.
Those things which drain me of joyful smiles,
Replacing them with Eeyore frowns.
There are many problems and stresses,
From which I may easily select.
Hindrances of my making,
Or those for which I’m beset.
While I recognize I must give problems their due,
I fight their persistent efforts.
To distort this canvas where I stake claim,
Life’s challenging enough without lending power to oppressors!
Many blows have come my direction,
Paving the way for ones more perverse.
I just continue to speak my mantra,
It can ALWAYS be worse!!!!
What are You teaching?
Grant me strength for this trial.
I seek Your wisdom.
There’s so much I don’t understand
Answers, explanations I’m not privy to
I try to apply my human logic alone
When deciding what to do
I go with what “feels” right
What makes the most sense
I follow the advice of others
Choose the path of least resistance
I’m not fond of suffering
I feel at times the sacrifice is too great
It’s so hard to be hopeful
And patiently wait
When all within me is crying out
This is much too hard!
I have to believe God knows what’s best
And trust He holds my heart
I know my vision stretches
Only as far as the moment
If I could see what He sees
It would be easy to be obedient
I trust God’s word
And, though I fall short, I try to follow His path
I know the answers are available
And His promises are mine to be had
Yet I’m in this fleshly shell
Which tries to subdue my spirit
Appealing to my selfish and self-centered side
Encouraging me to quit
I will never be perfect
Yet always I will strive
I’ve attempted to live my way
And now I want a better life
I know trials will come
I’ll be tested so that I may grow
And I pray for the strength I need
To simply let go…