Hope
lies dormant
in a dark, dank tomb
wrapped in linens and spice
But not for long
because His love is strong
Hope
lies dormant
in a dark, dank tomb
wrapped in linens and spice
But not for long
because His love is strong
Even though I’ve betrayed You
walked away towards sin
You are ever faithful
when I return You take me in
Even though I’ve been prideful
walking my own way
You are ever humble
gave all for me that day
Even though I doubt sometimes
and find it hard to trust
You know what’s deep in my heart
You are always merciful and just
I am body
with many parts
head, hands, and beating heart
I am mind
with many thoughts
peace and love I’ve been taught
I am soul
with many feelings
hope, joy, and spiritual healing
Body, mind, and soul
with all three
I am whole
Without
the grace of God
I would be lost, alone
life itself quite impossible
hopeless
Without
the love of God
I would be unloving
my life so self-centered and me
unkind
Without
the light of Christ
I would be in darkness
unable to see my blessings
forlorn
Without
the peace of Christ
I would be most fearful
worrying about little things
timid
With all
God’s grace and love
His incredible light
peace from the heart of a Savior
comes hope
I shared this today for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub, where Grace talks about punctuation in poetry.
Great love
Calvary’s tree
blood was shed for you, me
peace, mercy in the midst of pain
Savior
Breathing
in, out again
no other sound so dear
except if you spoke, one more time,
I’d hear.
I wrote this cinquain for dVerse Poets Pubs FormForAll. It is my attempt to capture my experience of Thursday last week as I sat in my sister’s hospital room, praying she had it in her to keep fighting cancer, but knowing she did not.
We must persevere
trials in this world
finding within each one
great blessings for the day
We must endure
losses in this world
recalling for each one
the blessing of knowing
that which was lost
We must persist
never give up
when the road is easy
or the road is tough
seeing the good blessings
of our God in Heaven
We must persevere
to the finish
Christ will see us through
Sadness and joy
are hard to hold
at the same time
Mourning death
and celebrating life
in the same moment
is impossible for me
But with God
all things are possible
I’m still feeling sad over the death of my sister, but tomorrow is my son’s 18th birthday. Talking to a good friend about this yesterday she made the comment that sadness and joy are hard to hold together. She’s right.
Blue
great sadness
but not despair
my hope in Jesus.
Death.
It’s been a long week full of sadness. One of my sisters passed away last night after a long battle with breast cancer. I am thankful that I was able to be with her, and hopeful that she is in God’s hands now, but still sad because I will miss her. I’m also thankful once again for the little elfje because it helped me keep up my daily poem for Lent.