She smiles at the future. Proverbs 31:25
Celebrate your every breath (we should)
Take it as it comes (we don’t)
Live every moment as if it’s your last (regrets)
So why don’t we do what we say (advice)
Rush in, rush out, breathe in, sigh out.
Life passing fast, slow down to a crawl
Stay close to the ground, notice detail
Tiny fragments wisping by, moments
In danger of losing, stop the madness
One life to live, each ticking second to grasp
And hold on. Precious simplicity
Found in these tiny fragments ( life).
Walk with me in silence
To the places I love
Hand in hand I’ll show you
Where my soul fits like a glove
Feel the soft wind breezes
Grassy softness to bare feet
Kick off worldly worries
Let body and hearts meet
Can you hear the Voice calling?
From gently running streams
Mossy waters speaking
Life is more than it may seem.
Washing waters cover me
Lovely thoughts of grace
Tell me where your heart may be
And I will find your face
Treasures kept along the way
Behind a door, unlocked
Seek to find the wound and pray
Tormented thoughts are stopped
Another day of life appears
Open the gift of sunrise
Listen as God’s nature cheers
Brave hearts will win the prize.
Sweetness lies in memories,
Trigger feelings, jolting life awake-
Bright spark, heart responds.
Looking back into life,
In moments, recently passed,
Or further back in time, you see.
Reflecting, thinking, smiling in jest.
Don’t dwell in weakness, chase joy.
Focus on goodness, and dim the rest.
Gather your treasures, and keep them close.
Treasures of light, and sometimes in darkness-
Glistening jewels need shadows, to gleam.
Beaming rays shine brightly, at night.
If you look, you will find your love.
It’s not too late to make new memories.
It’s not too late to dance, or sing out loud.
It’s not too late for love to blossom.
God will take your pieces, scattered along-
Strewn like chaos, like feathers in the wind.
And He will weave them, into beautiful
Living fabric, life giving life that lasts.
When you’ve had a taste of something sweet
Something real and indescribable
It’s hard to yield to surrogates
Where masks and mascara disguise
Life looks different, eyes see blurry
Ears hear muffled, heart feels tiny
City lights are cold, brightness blinding
Return to the simple, open breezes
Stretch life across country roads
Blooming borders, miles unwinding
The goodness lies before you
Not without pain or trouble
But the sweet whispers of God always
The only real truth of love stands clear, and yet
Magical beauty only captures dim reflections
While promised eternity shines golden
No matter what is happening in my life, when I have a camera cradled in my hands, I am at peace.
When the camera has a chance to record anything worthwhile, I am even more blessed.
And when I can share these moments with you, peace is hopefully multiplied.
To let God make us, instead of painfully trying to make ourselves; to follow the path that his love shows us, instead of through conceit or cowardice or mockery choosing another; to trust Him for our strength and fitness as the flowers do, simply giving ourselves back to Him in grateful service,—this is to keep the laws that give us the freedom of the city in which there is no longer any night of bewilderment or ignorance or uncertainty.
Sarah Orne Jewett, A Country Doctor
