Crushed and Broken-Hearted - Re-Posted

What kind of heart just walks away

And leaves it all behind?
What kind of person just lets go
And becomes hard to find?
 
What kind of soul can turn away
And not look back with tears?
How hard must that heart have become
To block out all those years?
 
Perhaps it’s not a hardened heart,
But one that broke that day;
A heart so damaged it must hide,
One too shattered to pray.
 
Perhaps it drowned, the day it broke,
In tears that have run dry,
For how can love grow green within
The desert of that eye?
 
Or maybe it took what was left,
The little it could save,
And buried it within itself,
A fearful, living grave.
 
What kind of heart just walks away
And leaves its love behind?
The kind that crawls away through shards
That used to be its mind.
 
Psalm 34:18
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Being Still and Listening - Re-Posted

The quiet waters, speak of peace,

I hear them in my sleep
Reminding me of vows I made
That I still need to keep.
 
They speak of paths I’ve not yet walked
That I must still traverse,
Of things I could have done better
Though they could have been worse.
 
I hear them whisper of the tears
That I’ve shed in the past
And of the tears that are to come,
Though sorrow will not last.
 
The speak of joys that lie ahead,
Abundance born of grace,
And remind me that in God’s plan
I have a reserved place.
 
The quiet waters, whispering,
Remind me to be still,
For only when I hear Him speak
Can I answer God’s will.

Mountain Shadow Mystery - Re-Posted

The colors burst across the sky

In pink and gold array,
And then I noticed a dark line
Cut through their bright display.
 
For, as the sun rose in the sky,
It brushed the mountain’s side.
Throwing some clouds in pale relief,
Casting its shadow wide.
 
Had I not known that it was there
To cause the pattern change,
I might have thought what’s beautiful
Was merely odd or strange.  
 
And thus it’s well to keep in mind,
Sometimes we cannot see

The hand that shapes tomorrow's path,

And knows what it will be.  

But whether we know He is there,

Somewhere just out of sight,

It's His command that moves the sun

to scale the mountains height

And cast its shadow on the dawn

For all the world to see.

You may not know that He is there,

But it is clear to me! 

There's Healing To Do - Re-Posted

However fierce the storm may seem,

With thunder clouds piled high,
There is no tempest, that, in time,
Will not blow on past by.
 
Thus it is not the storms we face,
Which test us day to day,
But how we face the aftermath
They leave along the way.
 
So while we pray to face the storm,
With strength to see us through,
Pray also for the faithful heart
To keep God close to you
When all the storms have blown on by 
And there’s healing to do.

Missing My Heart

I miss you now, with all my heart,

But you are free of pain,
And when I get to heaven’s door
I’ll see you once again.

We had six years of ups and downs,
But you were always there
To nudge me into holding on,
Not give in to despair,

And now I face the days to come
Without you by my side.
Each time I’ve stopped to think of it,
I’ve broken down and cried.

I know that you would not approve
My weeping, tear stained face,
But my heart is broken in two.
I simply miss you, Grace.

I know that I must carry on,
And I need to believe
That happiness will come again.
Right now, I need to grieve.

There is no place in all this world
Where I can see your face,
But I will never forget you,
You’ll always be my Grace.

My heart has gone to heaven tonight. Having beaten cancer once, it returned and it has taken her from me. To most of the world, she was just a dog. To those who knew her, she was a loving, generous, patient angel. To me, she was my heart. I know that I will heal in time, but, until then, my world is filled with ashes and tears.

Polished By Turbulence - Re-Posted

Tossed too long in the stormy sea,

Your face is scarred by years
Of life that left you changed and lost.
You washed up on your tears.

The very hills that once were yours
Look down upon you now
And do not recognize your face,
Your weather beaten brow.

Yet, as you settle down upon
That once familiar shore,
You find that you no longer hope
To ever leave it more.

You've realized what you endured
Has polished off the rind
That hid the heart God touched with life,
Leaving His Grace behind.

Luke  15:31-32
“‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."

Small, But Loved - Re-Posted

I had a rough afternoon, Lord,

Which You already knew,
Because when I thought all was lost,
I called, in tears, to You.
 
I recognize how small they seem,
These problems that haunt me,
When seen from heaven’s point of view,
But they’re all I can see.
 
Although You formed the universe
With just a single thought,
You still paused to hear me, and heal
All that this day had wrought.
 
You rescued me from my despair
And dried up every tear.
Though I’m too small for most to care,
Lord, You still hold me dear.
 
Psalm 91:14-15
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.

A little hummer in my dogwood tree that AC caught when she came to visit. Isn't she sweet?!!