That Was Then, This Is Now
Ashamed of all the tears, the pain,
Pouring from her heart, like rain…
Feelings shattered but who could she blame?
Hearts are broken and lives – sometimes changed.
Lives, sometimes remain, never spoken,
In darkness, haunted by the shadows that reign,
Silhouettes of a heart who can’t, can’t – can’t
Let go of the past, the fears, the tears, all the years,
Bleeding sorrow and regret,
Losses that remember what if is to feel rejected,
By the very one who held you – helped you to forget,
The sting of a yesterday filled with grief,
Aching like the fresh tingle of a gash,
Melancholy flowing black,
Denial, dread, denouncing the past,
Hesitating to remember where love might last,
Beyond the fading of a tear who falls, quietly,
Surrounded by memories, yesterdays,
When life wasn’t blurred by the sensations,
Impressing on the heart, deepest expressions
Rebuffing the creativity,
Colors of light, glowing intimately,
Remembering why there is glory in grace,
Soothing in the stories that abide,
Sharing the past, where there once decided
Hope was the hour just before dawn,
When life moved in stardust glistening,
Glorifying the One who knows when to wake the sun,
As the beauty of a heart is worn, born…
In tears, like dew clinging to the petals of an herb,
Risking every weather, every storm,
So that, with hope, the song is soon born,
A song of faith, promising His truest grace,
Rising like the Son, who never comes undone,
The One who abides in the heart He’s won,
The One who the spirit praises, with a heart who is sure,
Whatever is to come, whatever is revealed,
In the silence of the dawn,
There lives a soul felt harmony,
The joy that comes from believing in One
Who is light, love, life…
One who knows the spirit’s truth,
Even in the past, even in youth, there is a measure,
Of intense pleasure – that comes to those who see,
Yes, that was then – this is now,
But nothing is greater than knowing the peace,
That comes to those who simply believe,
Just believe and you will see…
Beyond the past, into the love that will last,
The One who heals hearts, restores souls,
Abides in the spirit who truly knows…
What it really means when love makes you see.
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Regina Mcintosh
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