Sometime you have to look for the good in life.
look for the beauty that nourishes your soul feel the grace of love that a good life holds drink the morning air let it lift you high bring comfort to your neighbor then spread your wings and fly
Month: June 2022
Healing comes gently.
This is for anyone who has ever felt broken-hearted, disappointed, hurt, sad, lost, or grief-stricken.
Healing does come. Maybe not as fast as you’d like, but it will come gently, one moment at a time.
May peace be with you today and every day. You are greatly loved.
He sees these sad feelings He knows what to do because disappointment leaves a mark and sometimes the cut is deep I will let Him clean the wound I will let Him blow fresh air to aid the healing I will let Him apply the balm of Gilead to soothe the spasms of grief the sorrow that drags every loss into its net to weigh down my heart I will let Him cut the net and release despair into the sea I will let anguish follow to be caught in the current washed away forever
A modern psalm of despair
(because life is not all roses)
Lord, don't abandon me! I need you more than ever I can't feel your closeness I can't feel your presence In the darkness, faith is blind my hands are groping feeling for the unfeelable clutching for the untouchable Oh, Lord, make a way for me to reach you I am alone and I don't know what to do My tears fall on desert ground where nothing grows where loneliness pervades barren and empty desolation miserable hopelessness desperately needing a miracle Lord, send forth your spirit and make me come alive again Show me the way to new life where in your presence is fullness of joy and streams of living water Oh, I need you but I can't make you come to me, I can only wait Oh, the utter helplessness, wretched creatures are we Lord, don't abandon us! Have mercy and save us!
A poem for those hot summer morning walks, when the only things worth walking for are beauty and breezes.
When the sun hides beneath a blanket of clouds and the muggy air squeezes the breath from my chest I look for a breeze anywhere anyhow as heat seems to rise from the cracks of the earth I don't care what the calendar says summer arrived ages ago and even though I'm melting like an ice cream cone I'll look for the beauty I know will be found
A poem for when you need a reminder to keep going.
My schooling continues deep into summer, each test is a question, "Am I an overcomer?" Life rolls out lesson after lesson some like a verdant carpet others quicksand and mud still others like hardened bitumen. And I have to remind myself I'm just passing through I'm not setting up camp I'm not moving in I'm rolling out like the tide. It's just a wild ride, and it will end. I'm not a failure I am graded on a curve as I learn to navigate every dip, every swerve. Every student passes each of life's classes. Let us be kind to ourselves for our schooling is hard rich in rigor, yet full of reward. As we learn to deal with lines and limits disappointment and despair loss and gain let our hope remain. Let us find strength at our core when we can't take much more. Let us find silver and gold in the dreams that we hold. Let us bend with the wind as our roots hold firm. Let us keep going, keep moving Let us keep pressing on.