Consider the Lilies of the Field

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Consider the Lilies of the Field by Christina Rosetti

FLOWERS preach to us if we will hear:–
The rose saith in the dewy morn:
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
The poppy saith amid the corn:
Let but my scarlet head appear
And I am held in scorn;
Yet juice of subtle virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes.
The lilies say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
But not alone the fairest flowers:
The merest grass
Along the roadside where we pass,
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
Tell of His love who sends the dew,
The rain and sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.

 

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see, there, the tree

see, there, the tree
her leaves branch out

look, there, it’s me
fist clenched with doubt

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see, there, the tree
tall she stands though wind will come
and rain and hail will beat her boughs.

look, there, it’s me
small, hunched, silent, dumb
again, again, the clouds surround.

So brave and straight, majestic she,
So anxious, lost, miserable me.

see, there, the tree
branches reaching for the skies
though storms roll in, reaches on

look, there, it’s me
arms weakly, trembling, rise
I’ll lift my hands and raise a song

see, there, that tree
it pointed to the light

look, there, that’s me
I’m singing in the night.

Prayer of a Parent

Precious in my eyes, this little one

Whose bright smiles cheer the day.

Precious in His eyes, this little one

Whose soul will never pass away.

Oh make me, Lord, to be so weighed down

With the burden of his soul.

To tell him that Christ, His life laid down

To make the broken sinner whole.

Help me to keep a view of life

That sees eternity over time;

Lead this child in the paths of eternal life

Whose little hand I hold in mine.

A quick poem based on the Ryle quote below:

“Precious, no doubt, are these little ones in your eyes; but if you love them, think often of their souls. No interest should weigh with you so much as their eternal interests. No part of them should be so dear to you as that part which will never die. The world, with all its glory, shall pass away; the hills shall melt; the heavens shall be wrapped together as a scroll; the sun shall cease to shine. But the spirit which dwells in those little creatures, whom you love so well, shall outlive them all, and whether in happiness or misery (to speak as a man) will depend on you.This is the thought that should be uppermost on your mind in all you do for your children. In every step you take about them, in every plan, and scheme, and arrangement that concerns them, do not leave out that mighty question, “How will this affect their souls?”

Related:

Prayer For a Son

Salt Water

My feet dip into the warm sea and sand dollars press against my toes. The water is warm as I walk further into the infinite blue. I think to myself that this seems like it should be some sort of life-defining moment, but it doesn’t feel like it. Sumba Nature 077The other side of the world sleeps while I search for answers to the questions I haven’t yet learned to ask. Under the water I close my eyes and the silence overwhelms. Here, everything pauses, and I know this will one day be a memory which I can never relive.

 

Rain out the Window

DSC_0363I’ll remember you with squishy little toes, bare feet

With sticky little hands, leaving sticky little prints.

The world looks so wide out your window but

I want to keep you here safe from sadness.

 

The rain pours long and hard and all night long

We’ll learn in every state to be content

These are the happy, easy days when troubles

Are small and crumbled cookies on the floor.

 

 

the days that fill our lives

If life was like the movies, we’d be all slow motion, spinning in circles, laughter tossed up with our windblown hair, hands clasped together, impish smiles with mischievous twinkles to light our eyes. Instead it’s over all too fast and soon we are crying for unsettled stomachs, scraggly hair, and dirt under our toenails. DSC_0271This joy, the unspoiled sound of child’s laughter, is mine to hold onto. Through the fits, late nights, early mornings, sleepless in-betweens, I cherish the happinesses that are mine.

If life was like the movies, it’d be cheap, forgettable. Here in my arms I hold an unmistakable token of God’s love.

It’s real-time, not slow motion, as I tiptoe up the stairs. No trace of a care, no hint of pain, no uncertainty, upon that face…a world where all is well, where all love and are loved. And I need this before facing my own night tempted with images of plane crashes, train derailments, murders, unrest..bad news, bad news, bad news. But I will close my eyes in peace and sleep and hold you in my arms and spin, dance, spin, dance among the wildflowers in a beautiful place we have not yet known.

bereaved

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my tears weary of falling

my heart sick of loving

 

the melody of my mornings

the pause and repeat of my noons

the worries of my nights

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you cried, lost, alone

you looked, saw no one

you lay, eyes closed, sleepless

 

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they bloomed that day and i laughed, bitter

i took thought, worried, and lost

the lilies, they toil not

but i am bereaved

while they are beautiful

 

What matters

When these are the days that stretch out before you

The days that are behind you don’t matter

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The darkness you’ve felt doesn’t matter

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The days of betrayals don’t matter.

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Love matters.

Family matters.

Faith matters.

Joy for my Morning

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when every day is grey and white

the lines are drawn but I can’t find them.

 

when the weeds poke through the fence

I know they’re there but I can’t see them.

 

with one misstep I crumble

I watch but I can’t stop.

without words, my mind fumbles

 

the night stretches long and dark and black

the days are grey the weeds poke through

a nightmare comes to haunt you

the fears the doubts the worries come back

 

with one word of prayer breathed

I know it’s nothing but I know too

that my burdens will be eased.

 

when the nights are long and dark

I can’t see Him but I know he’s there.

 

When my night is sorrow-filled

He brings joy on every morning.