Keep Believing!
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. ~ Anne Lamott
In the still of a quiet morning,
as the dew buries the thoughtless
sounds of night, coughing out
stories, reflections, music
gently whispering over the mountains
misty rhythms of memories, hesitant
nature’s wisdom forcing the night
to lose the fragile grays, blending
with blue, heavy answers thrust into us,
Praises meant for the One who teaches
grace, faith, love that never dissuades
love that lasts, on and on, forever
the way for numbed hearts to sacrifice
their loneliness and lack of understanding
for poetry that listens and grieves, kind
like the wonder of a spirit who feels
what the heart is holding onto,
what silent dawn is remembering
what the soul is waiting for
the grace of a tender sense
sensitive to the awkward thoughts,
soft music, delicious threads of grace
restoring the faded night to its place
Beyond the ridges, the crests still now
and the life who feels His light
caressing the spirit, revealing
endless miracles, healing
a moment beyond words
He is the reason for the dawn
the heart’s wake up call, inviting
the truth of a spirit who is alive
surviving all the dark’s grieving
lasting beyond still dawn, forever
heavy with dew’s trembling vapors,
damp words hung by the stars, the skies
as timeless hues of melancholy subside
and the moon holds out for the sounds
intimate promises erasing the darkness,
a dewy rose, a gentle hope, sustenance
overflowing on the mind, engrossing
vibrating, like the sun’s reflections
stilling the night, a breath – hesitant
wild as the moon with its shadows
silhouettes of glory, penetrating
numinous story of yesterday, mostly buried
by the music of the stars, glistening
murmuring hope to the spirit who hears
God’s beautiful in the dancing leaves
Pulsing with a measure of what peace is,
stripped of its finery, lifted from doubt
a blessing poured out so hearts can see
the love that lives inside the believing
as heaven pours out trust, consideration
compassion for the worst of us, the defeated
blowing on the dandelion’s lusty seeds, eventual
awake as the stars and the seas, creating – breathing
yesterday, for you and me, is a gesture
frail, fragile lessons in peace, lasting
to remind our hearts it is He, the Lasting
who frees the soul from the darkness, the shame
all those things that leave a soul questioning
leave a light without its intimate reflections
leave a hope with no way of accepting
leave a life without its greatest blessing…
in Him, I find the meaning of existing,
Sensation of a place beyond the hills,
where grace and peace and love soon reveal
the meaning of salvation’s great appeal.
the meaning of life, as the life stands still
magnificence imagined on the heart, swelling
with the tempting of a warmth, bleeding light
across those who see Him – just keep believing!
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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