A journal question, a quick response:
"Journal on your passions serving the Lord. Is this something that is transformational or is this a gift God is developing in you? How has this passion revealed itself in your walk with Him?"
Amazed by my walk that evening with my dog, poetry sprang from my heart, into my mind and flowed out through my pen. Passionately, transforming my defeated thoughts, a gift developing without a doubt.
Orange-frosted, gray-black hills,
Magnolias backlit and silhouetted
Dying rays of the sun.
Stillness and peace, day comes to a close.
My dog, Star, trotting beside my knee.
All of this God has given me.
Sunsets followed by sunrise
Each. Three score now with no
Defeat. Walking in His garden
True. God reveals oh such heavenly hues.
Wondering how does He see it
All? Groves and forests, seas and leaves
Fall. Never misses sparrows wingbeat.
Never misses a harvest replete.
All this God shows to me tonight!
Snickerdoodles, friends, writers and all.
Salted caramel floating above. Gifts
Transformed, sometimes removed from
Grasp. He has given, but how about you?
Driven to watch, to learn, to see.
Open arms are waiting for me. Saviour
Standing above, so fine. Thank you,
Lord, for gifts divine.
Talents flourish, thoughts
Abound. Words pour forth, maybe
Something profound. Justly
Rewarded when used for His
Glory. Submit to find His
Passion borne above.
Good thing that I wrote it the moment I felt the words. My week had been hard, the month even more so. Health challenges, life troubles, a pet and a sister lost for life. No one ever said life would be easy. So I went to my writing group and wrote down this poem. Feeling peaceful, calm and joyful in the presence of those that I love.
Then Friday mid-afternoon arrived. Violence overtook Paris, shots rang out. Living safely in the United States, I close my eyes and mind to a world wracked with pain. Civil war in Syria reigns for five years straight. The Middle East dried out with drought leading to shortages of all that I take for granted in this quiet cocoon. Insulated from famine, no electricity or water. Shots ring out to remind me that suffering in the world surrounds us. Hundreds of thousands of refugees flee, hoping for help from the western world. Trying to save their babies, children and lives, some are just angry and want to lash out.
The anger boils over, the killing begins again. My lifetime spent worried when the wars will touch me. Weapons in Cuba, Korea-North and South, Vietnam, kidnappings, assassinations, Grenada, Lebanon, Israel and Egypt, Kuwait, Iraq, Iran, 9/11, Al Qaeda, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Bin Laden, Iraq and Iran again. Numbness overtakes, I cannot assimilate it all. Hurt and pain, death and destruction reign. I turn to the source of comfort that saves all of faith.
So now the world rallies to try and help France. Memorials are collecting while mass is celebrated at Notre Dame. World leaders consult and candidates debate what to do next. And history repeats, mankind does not change. Fears panic and feet stampede. Peter, Paul and Mary sang about it when I was a child. "Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing..." John Lennon sang about war too, "Imagine."
So I imagine a world with no war or strife. I pray for peace during my lifetime. I walk in the sunset my hand held safely in the Lord's.