A L I V E

A raw dark, persuaded by rusty leaves who break through the hushed prayers, vibrant hopes and dreams, stirring light that lives beneath the heavens, confiding joy, revealing wonders, confessing swaying branches, havens for hurried squirrels and clever wrens, cardinals in scarlet cloaks, astute robins and gentle desires, who fade – weakened by the glistening gatherings of bees, striving to see through their honeyed sweet… lingering on souls, unburdened, believing stirred to praise the One they’re always seeking, His love the only guide, the only need, the only reason, purpose found in the leading, lessons in breathing hope’s drenching light, falling and pleading blessing away the dark, the doubt, the demons… restoring the holiness in autumn’s dance, her trembling whispers of joy in the boldest touch – softest amber, tangerine, burgundy, flavors of rustic memories, folded into shadows, haunting the whimsical feelings flow, soundless like the bleeding prose, the promises, the poetry in laughing sienna, graceful gold, gentle intimacies, alive and sensitive, fulfilling the heart’s dreams, soaring like the quiet serenity… fading into the wintery blurring, raging starlight silence erasing the melancholic of a quiet who flees the haunting breath of a dewy mourning, stirred by winds who dare to flow unbridled by the stories of old, sanctified by the blazing fires of a soul who knows the One who reminds me through every autumn harvest, amid the stirring of leaves, piled in mounds, awaiting the moment when we will see beyond the silence into the cool nights, star studded thoughts, hesitating, bleeding awakened by the beautiful wonder of a fresh fallen snow, soothing away the darkness, penetrating the imagination, with a semblance of God’s hesitation to finally invite the hibernation of a soul whose wintery hush pours out a music, rhythm of hope, wishes, wistful kisses from the heart who finds solace in the melody of wintery feelings, winter’s resilience brought to the soul who can see through the cold winds an invitation to sink into the faded light still as the first snowflake, and inspiring blessings meant for those who hear His song, even in the winter, throughout – all along playing on the verge of a tear, yet – shuddering with a joy that only appears when the love that is more alive, because in faith… He remembers me and I must praise… praise Him for the gentle ache that kindles my thoughts, my yearnings, my prayers forever praising the love so amazing – it stills the feelings, stirs the spirit’s season… eternally, He is the reason I know that, with each faded thought, I have fresh hope, a second chance, renewed and revived by this love that is so alive… He is alive inside… He is alive, forever alive, always alive! without Him – His love, His light… I will not survive the fine lines, the flight through this life, on my way to heaven where I’ll live with Him forever!.... forever A L I V E