The Bloom Of Spring
While pondering why
I paint my dreams with ink
I muse upon the myriad of reasons,
As I dare to bare my tender heart,
With all it's vibrant seasons.
Where has this calling entered,
To bravely share my soul
My heart is so transparent
How suffer to unfold.
I return my gaze to when life
Started in the spring,
When all was fresh and new,
A little heart, so soft and delicate,
In belief that all was true.
As I write I feel the warmth,
When time stood still for me,
I can grasp again the ones I loved,
When all I had to do, was be.
My heart still feels the balmy air,
And the treasures I held dear,
The confidence that the world I knew,
Could never disappear.
Wild flowers growing at my feet,
Puppies licking at my face...
Friends were warm and loved me still,
Blessings of abundant grace.
But childhood innocence all done,
I became a stranger to myself,
As the door opened to the future
That crept up on me with stealth.
For venturing into unknown land,
The future pulled with grasping hand.
But my mind must return, to feel and hold,
So painful memory can be told,
For warm memories aren't all truth,
Dark days I turn away,
While afraid some things
I might remember,
Others, I will forget today.
I push them to the shadow,
With struggle to move on!
Desiring to be healed,
For they hurt me far too long!
But, my senses have the feel of them,
The voice of storms I feared,
I re-enter raging fires and drought,
Of heat, that harshly seared.
The memory restoring only pain,
More terrifying than life itself
Can I now forget them
And shove the hurt back on the shelf.
Or, can I face them with new eyes,
Accept with faith, mature and real,
That nothing from the past shall injure,
My heart can safely feel.
Then I can revell in those days of summer,
Reminisce on leaves dropping in the fall,
Feel that barrenness of winter,
While waiting for My God to call...
For spring has returned to me once more.
I know His perfect peace within.
My heart now sings with abundant joy
I know I am safe forever
In the love of my redeeming King.
And that is why I delight to live,
My frozen heart is free,
Fear no longer traps my mind,
As I melt in His security.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems � 2003
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"To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward"
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[3] ~ Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident.
[4] ~ One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple.
[5] ~ For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
( Psalm 27:3-5 )(KJV) |
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