An Open Window

I watch this world pass by, miracle after miracle, overcome with thoughts of life and death - heated in a buttery sky; the air melts into far corners, farther than my eyes can see. Faster, this world spins into eternity, faith, and possibilities. An open window becomes a gate to step through, a starting place - as a bluebird dips in the birdbath, squirrels scurry across green grass, a blue horizon darkens like a memory. Those who hurriedly pass by feign contentment with plastic smiles, earbuds, cell phones, a false sense of purpose. I feel content, at peace, and yet, I ache for more - a yearning from deep within. I feel it wash over my skin. Cars drive by, everyone’s going somewhere, but not I. I sit here…I watch. I whisper a short prayer for a friend, I remain silent with His answer – patience…all will work out in time; head bowed, I pray for His healing hands to touch me. In my father’s arms, I am comforted and whole. I am who He sees… sunlight traces storm clouds painting rainbows over shadowed trees, a beautiful canopy. His love flows through me, pouring out at Calvary. In the afternoon rain, I see each drop of blood. A choir of clouds congregate. I hear their worship song. I see a crown of thorns around them. I feel the weight of the cross He struggles to carry. Mangos fall with the rain from a shaken tree, then lay bruised on limp, wet leaves; flies begin to swarm around them; following the clouds trajectory, I envision more than I can bear - His slashed skin and mangled bones flash before my eyes. With hands nailed, He's hung on the cross in shame and suffering; every labored breath taken until death for an ungrateful world… my soul seems to understand what I cannot grasp…all of this, He did for me….and you. Love becomes more than a word, a blessing becomes more than a concept. I sit at my window unnoticed; I watch the world pass by - every leaf, pebble, bird, raindrop and new life, I see, like a child with a loving father, a miracle…
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Mcconnell Avatar
May 28, 2020 at 4:17 PM
Such a great piece Rhonda, you shown super imagery and prove a way to hold one's attention from start to finish. Hope all is well, Blessings,Gordon
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May 28, 2020 at 6:54 PM
Thank you from reading this one, Gordon. It's older poem, but one of my favorites...to answer your question, yes, I live in Florida near Ft. Lauderdale. I was born in New Jersey but moved here very young. I dream of living in Europe one day, but I would need to get over my fear of flying first. xx Rhonda
Roper Avatar
April 9, 2015 at 2:53 PM
Wonderful spirital write a 7. Blessings dear friend Eve
Hunjeri Avatar
April 8, 2015 at 5:07 AM
Amazing write. Wow. #7
Sathasivam Avatar
April 8, 2015 at 2:39 AM
Excellent. Very touching write. Enjoyed reading it.
Hopper Avatar
April 7, 2015 at 9:16 AM
This is absolutely beautiful! A 7!
Lamoureux Avatar
April 7, 2015 at 8:27 AM
This warms the spirit and comforts the aching spirit! Bravo!
Ellison Avatar
April 6, 2015 at 12:18 PM
Stealing a word from Liam... OUTSTANDING, my dear Rhonda! Love and hugs, Jack xxx
Mcdaid Avatar
April 6, 2015 at 5:29 AM
outstanding beautiful pen rhonda the innocence of a child is always true love amen in your piece golden flying high write
Wigley Avatar
April 4, 2015 at 2:30 AM
Simply brilliant, Rhonda. Love it to bits. Viv x #7
Vaso Avatar
April 4, 2015 at 12:02 AM
Read all the comments, what more can one add? Beautiful poem from a beautiful person!
Pinet Avatar
April 3, 2015 at 12:54 PM
You did a wonderful job here. I read it several times and it came alive for me. Your feelings come through strong and straight from the heart and soul combined. It paints a picture with words that makes you feel them...this is hard to accomplish and you done it well. I loved your verses. Emile. #7
Yvonne Avatar
April 3, 2015 at 10:17 AM
Rhonda you are a miracle. This is what free verse should be. Genius! A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV, A FAV...
La France Avatar
April 3, 2015 at 7:42 AM
Rhonda, your poem is so beautifully sad and so well penned 7, I like how you do free verse, thanks for spotting my spelling error in my free verse, corrected now, that was so nice of you and appreciated. I think I must be nuts for doing a free verse for Debbie's contest as she is very particular in how free verse is written and I am not sure I got it right, I find it a confusing form . . .
Chircop Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 3:44 PM
Amen ~What a beautiful poem.It gave me goosebumps..A fav
Smith Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 3:04 PM
Rhonda, this is so spectacular. You see Him in everything...A 7 and fav...hugs Tim
Manassian Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 3:02 AM
Rhonda, I'm touched by your write. Spirituality breathes in every line. True spirituality and not a form of religious belief. There is a word of difference between the two..."And with His stripes...we are healed." Blessings...happy Easter.
A. Sharma Avatar
April 1, 2015 at 10:18 PM
Amazing write Rhonda! Gl in contest!
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