Morning Mist

Through the morning mist of time

That swirls within and without

Life plays her soft sweet tunes

To drive away the doubt

Sharp edges are not allowed to be

No tongues are cruel or mean

Graces dances upon the clouds

Sky angels can be seen

Kissing the earth with cleansing dew

To bring hope and peace to me and you.

Cries in the Night

Cries in the night from sorrow and grief

For a love that was lost in time

We did not plan to be parted

So we didn’t count the cost

Broken hearts beating no longer as one

Tarnished and bruised and all alone

Accountable only to God now

All our plans were undone

We did not know we couldn’t have each other

So the tears have continued to fall

Weeping eyes tell the tale

Letting go will be the hardest of all

Why were we brought together again?

Just to be torn apart by what’s right

Paths traveled have led us here

Still separate yet maybe together someday

In eternal life.

As I Sit Here

As I sit here waiting

I feel change is coming

Trying to please God and my heart

Sometimes can’t co-exist

When I wait I struggle with lonliness

God has me on my protective island again

Just like when I lost my husband of 34 year

But it is hard not to feel deserted and dry

The beauty of the sea calls to me

The mountains I haven’t climbed

Whisper, “Come on!”

But I wait

My joy is seeping out slowly

Waiting, hoping, needing

But to know avail

No voices are heard

But those of my own heart

It waits with me

Watching, listening, crying, sighing

Oh well, maybe later.

 

Yet to Cry

Trying to find the words

To describe how I feel

I am sad yet hopeful

Wanting to laugh

And yet to cry would be okay

Hope is dwindling to a slow drip

Others must always come first but really?

Is this a pity party I’m putting together?

What is this melancholy mood?

I want my dreams back

They have gone away again

And I can’t search for them

Life plays tricks on me

Makes promises which are not kept

Doubt dances with regret for time lost

Time that will never come back

Future minutes and seconds are only borrowed

And must be returned

How sad to never be able to plan a ‘for sure’

The unknown will win again over want

Now there is rain in my eyes

With no clouds in the sky

I wish I knew the answer

Maybe then I could see my dreams

And visit them for a spell.

 

 

Touched By Love

The heart does not come alive until it is touched by love. It’s only function is as a pump with which to supply the body with what it needs. But when life brings love to fill it and it begins to beat for others, it finds it’s way. It can be hard as nails but when touched by love it softens and becomes complete. It is pliable in the hands of God. It finds it’s true purpose which is to give life to the giver of that love and the receiver of that love. It chooses that person as it’s own.That is love-to be enjoyed and cherished. This is life-to be fulfilled and wondrously give by God. Romans 8:28 says, And this we know that all things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose.

Shattered Dreams

My mind says to let you go

But my heart says absolutely no

I walk around in turmoil and grief

Lost in sadness and such disbelief

I only want what is best for you

But I don’t know what else to do

If only I could make some plans

Put my life in God’s perfect hands

But I’m so afraid you would be lost

And I am not willing to pay the cost

So I wander down this lonesome trail

To give up means that I might fail

To have the life I want with you

I still care so much that is true

For time is not always as it seems

In my world of shattered dreams

 

Bits and Pieces

When time pulls me one way

And life pulls me another

I reach for the bits and pieces

Flying by to make me whole again

Yet so many unknowns steal them

No framework or netting to catch on to

Dreams and wannabes duck and dodge each other

Like magnets pushing each other away

From completing the future plans

Yet still hoping to no avail

I wander in this fog of regret

And what was supposed to be

Never settling for less but not getting the more either

My heart is like a patchwork of broken momemts

Tied together with frayed ribbons

Of old bittersweet memories

Always lost in the waves of not now

Watching the swirling of forever

Mixing every thought with the tears

Of someone else’s life

The bits may never find all the pieces

That would form the ending that is needed

To fulfill the desires of this old lady’s heart.

 

Life is a Leveler

This poem came out of a time when my life had been put on hold to help others and harsh words had hurt me deep within my spirit but Jesus had my back and helped me through this trying time.

Life is a leveler

And seeks it’s own

Then wants more

Emptying my soul of joy

When the stress gets to bad

I stumble in the darkness

Tripping over my own thoughts

What else do I have-

That is worth the fight?

Do I hang on to this?

Or let go of that?

Will it matter in the end?

What will I do-

When I finally break?

Will anyone care?

And put me together again?

Words maybe if soft and sweet

Could be just the thing

That is needed to fix my heart

Love seems to be the thin veil

Used to cover up the cause

I evidently did or said

Something that was wrong

When everything is finally done

And all the lights go out

Will joy come back out of the dark

And caress me in the night?

Hope Abound

Words of love are spoken

When acts of love do meet

Hearts are fulfilled-not broken

When words and acts do meet

Cheerful cries float on the air

Made by children dark and fair

Hope abound and tarry there

Keep them from all worldly care

Time does have a plan for everything

All laid out very carefully

But alas not a soul can see

What the results are meant to be

So, hope abound and tarry here

Make us part of the plan

To take us up to that holy sphere

Where God will walk with His created man.

Whoever Leads

Beauty for ashes

Brings the promise

Good follows bad

Like flowers on weeds

Lily pond’s rain

And sunshine mornings

Life’s simple needs

Matter to everyone

Love over hate

Joy dried tears

New faces old creeds

With thoughts beyond time

Tomorrow grows up

Taught by whoever leads.

 

 

 

 

 

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