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Written on May 15, 2025
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Sometimes – many times
I’m busier than I would like to be,
I find myself hurrying through the days
as they pass by,
laughing at my scurrying
like a squirrel, they say – hustling
but should I hurry this way?
Sometimes, many times
I’m focused more on the pay
than the miracles
wonders surrounding me,
the music of the wind in the trees
the beautiful skies, blushing
pink and indigo – silent
as the memories who twist
through me…
Sometimes – many times
I’m caught up in work, earning
a living, a life, a lesson
in giving – surviving the yesterdays
who trail behind me, shadowlike
worrying me as they haunt
each silence, blowing
through my soul, in notes
of jasmine scented whispers…
Sometimes, many times
I’m frozen in the story, this journey
breaking my heart,
remembering what I felt
when the loneliest tears, like dewdrop
candy slowly easing their way
from my eyes,
sorrowful – wondering why they’re alive,
a story of melancholy,
a story of fear
a story that longs to be told
as it sings in my ear…
Sometimes – many times
I’m the castoff, the burden
the distant prayer
fading into the season
is this autumn who chooses
for me to hear the distant praise
of pine and star?
wherever the light falls
blending the darkness into gray
fading like satiny truth
beyond the season, so sure
where shall I meet with faith?
Sometimes, many times
I’m seeking, searching, reaching
beyond my understanding
is this empathy,
playing over my spirit?
singing life through me
in notes of grace, hints of praise
wherever I meet His miracle
a truth seeps from me
a mystery, burning through me
will He send His angel
to enlighten me? Prove to me
the gospel’s reassurance?
Sometimes – many times
I’m a burning need
focused only on the distant breeze,
the gentling, peace
flowing on the edges of my sanity
music dwelling in my serenity
foretelling of a joy
that is beyond my wildest dreams,
joy from knowing…
Sometimes, many times
He’s blessing me – Oh, God
as I seek, for Thee
hold onto the wonder
the breathless promise
of love that never leaves
love so alive
it is still as the color of light
it sings, blessing away
it is mine – here and now
and in the afterlife,
where He will hold my hand
and tell me that love lasts
forever, with Him
full of praise – singing, honoring
the love that is beyond words,
the love that is often heard
in the music of His voice
telling me I have a choice…
Sometimes – many times
I make the choice – I decide
to follow the Savior
the Creator of life
this man, Jesus, who gave me light
so that I can see beyond the night
to the eternal
where love is so bright
where hope is so sure
where faith is so true –
sometimes, I find that this life
brings me sorrow and strife,
but with Jesus beside me
I know the answer and I decide
to CHOOSE LIFE…
He is my light
*Be glad that you’ve walked with courage each day, Be glad you’ve had strength for each step of the way.
*Rice, Helen Steiner; Snapdragon Group, Rebecca Currington. Little Daily Graces: A Celebration of Thankfulness (Helen Steiner Rice Collection) (p. 152). Barbour Publishing, Inc.. Kindle Edition.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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