Thursday, November 19, 2009

Ode to Winter

Soft, delicate crystals fall from an ancient sky,
gently claiming a spot nestled between other flakes.
A blanket of cold freezes the soft mud through
and the weakened sun reflects off the angled,
softened ice. The glistening ground moves
as the gusts pick up, hastily lifting a traveling
chain of sparkling specks. And sweeping them
across the barren plains, the flakes pile gently
upon striped and weathered bark; forming a
picturesque forest of white and brown. Slowly
shifting, moving, sweeping, the snow settles into
uneven piles and banks. Occasionally, an animal
smears the beauty with pawed stamps and mars
the crisp smoothness. Not a bird is heard, not a
creature stirs, only the whispering of swaying trees
and talking winds holds the attention of the Universe.
Calming and peaceful, winter inhabits the earth.

Why so much peace? Why so much silence? The beauty
such a season holds, captures a heart and soul; like the
brilliance that will shine from the Lord’s face upon the
day His kingdom will fully reign. It holds the breath-
taking resolution and invites one to lay its hands upon the
flawless surface and heart. The snow draws us near
to the pure white throne, no longer marred by sin and
animals. Invitingly, the branches pull one’s weeping
heart into a holy embrace. Winter restores the purity
and simplicity that loses meaning with time. It incites
a feeling of longing and holds the ultimate satisfaction.
It gives to whoever willingly receives its truth and
clings the willing recipient close.

Winter is more than a season; it is more than a sight.
It has feelings, longings, hopes, and dreams that it
longs to instill in each person’s heart. Upon the earth,
God has bestowed a gift; a direct representation of the
One who has reigned, is reigning, and will reign eternally.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, why do I see,
Such ugly things staring back at me?

Why do I see an ugly body and unfit face?
Why do I feel such disgrace?

My reflection is not what I am meant to see,
But it just keeps staring right back at me.

Go away, go away!
The mirror is not the answer and it will lead me astray.

Instead, I must look inside,
The place where the Holy Spirit hides.

He is always fixing that reflection,
But according to the mirror, inner beauty has no dimension.

Cover up that glass
And say good-bye at last.

Then look inside,
That’s where the real beauty abides.

He made the heart first,
And He filled it with so much wonders that it might have burst.

The treasure is found within,
Where all desires, wants, and needs fill the golden tin.

The Sculpturer forms and shapes it bit by bit,
And makes all perfect things evenly fit.

Listen to His voice and give Him your heart,
So that He can make it a work of art.

The mirror is not the answer,
All it provides is self-degrading cancer.

But, the answer is found in He,
He who holds my heart with much glee.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Lord...What Path Will I Choose?

Lord, I see You now, but what about when the troubles of life set in?

Will my faith remain
or will it die from within?

Will the light of hope burn vigorously
or will it be snuffed out?

Will I rejoice when the trials come
or will I cry out in doubt?

Will I look elsewhere for encouragement
or will I come running to You for strength?

Will I stop to rest
or will I run the trial’s full length?

Will I hunger but find nothing
or will I find everything but not hunger?

Will I follow the right path
or will I become a helpless wonderer?

I know that You will be there for me but will I turn towards
or away from You?

Will me focus remain
or will it break in two?

Will I become so exhausted that I faint
or will I renew my strength while You hold me upright?

Will I go forth in victory
or will I give into my fright?

Will I turn to You for wisdom
or will I turn to myself?

Will I look for answers in Your Word
or will I let it sit on the shelf?

Will I be on my knees, praying for direction
or will I continue walking, relying on my own guidance?

Will I stubbornly stumble along the wrong path
or will I cop up to my own blindness?

Will I continue to love those around me
or will I look on them with hate?

Will I resist the evil temptations
or will I take the bait?

Will I cry out in joy
or in pain at what things there are to gain?

Will I forgive my enemies
or will I let my anger reign?

Will new roots of knowledge sprout
or will they die in a sudden drought?

Will the thought of You bring new life
or a painful cry of self-doubt?

Will I take hold of Your walking stick
or will I throw it aside?

Will I turn away from You
or to Your plan will I abide?

Will I look forward to the end
or will I long to begin again?

Will I guard my heart from worldly desires
or will I let it be blown away by the wind?

Lord, when those times come, help me to follow all Your ways,
Help me grow in my very little faith.
Help me to place in You my trust,
And not let my morals turn to dust.
When the evening of the day comes around,
Help my hope to become abound.
With a great leap, I will follow Your plan,
And I will let myself become apart of Your clan.
My love for You will shine from my face,
As I continue to experience Your wonderful grace.
Your hand will wipe my tears away,
And in Your presence I will long to stay.
For Your glory will fill me with awe,
So much so, the You will have to close my jaw.
As I stand before You now,
To my knees, I will surely bow.
And joy will fill my heart and I will praise You out loud,
While again I bow down.
So, Lord, with all that said and done,
I will come to You at a full run.
I will always look forward, never back,
And until I meet You, my pace will never slack!