Words
Words drift, pounding – a heartbeat,
Memorized by my dreams,
Sometimes painful – sometimes weak,
Sometimes fading – sometimes sweet.
Words flow through the rivers of my soul,
Soft and gentle, reflecting the secrets,
My heart’s breath in blushing blues,
Sometimes a rose dwindling, passing,
Into the night, where its shadow haunts,
Beautiful pieces of hope, quivering
Reflecting the words, bought by thoughts,
Held by hearts, written by pens,
Who are dipped in spiritual ink, liquid light,
Gushing from a sincerity, a serenity, a sight
Streaming beneath the rivers of life’s sacrifice,
The music in flames of grief,
Restoring the answers to souls who can see,
Beyond the words, between the lines,
Grace who reveals all the clues,
Life’s greatest mystery, naked to the night,
A heart, beating on winds of hope,
Breathing prayers so it can cope,
Assuring the mind and the soul that answers
Are stored in the words, sounded out,
By hearts who are restored with love that abides
Inside those who need to hear God’s voice
In the wind, in the seas, in the flowers and the trees,
Beyond the beauty, beyond the peace,
In the music of eternity, sung by hearts who see,
Through the darkness, the light that is HE,
Who caresses the soul with the breath of life,
Who silences the doubts and leaves faith alive!
In His Word, I find my heart’s delight!
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Regina Mcintosh
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