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Cynthia Patience Poem
Open the Windows and Welcome the Spring!
By Cynthia Patience
Open the windows! What’s this, now I hear?
Gentle rain is retreating and springs’ dawning is near!
Raindrops from treetops fade away to a few,
Glistening, they merge with the delicate dew.
The air fills the senses with its earthy perfume.
And morning’s rays dance on the floor of my room.
Tiny sparrows, once sheltered on my window’s ledge,
Now bathe in a puddle at my sidewalk’s edge.
What fun as they fuss and flutter their wings;
Ruffling their feathers as the morning dove sings.
The puppy barks and scratches the screen,
He can hardly wait to join this glad scene.
He knows that spring calls us from” inside” to “out.”
It's time for us to be out and about
So, put away the wintry fare and all it may bring
And open the windows now, to welcome the Spring!
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A perfect image of Gods’ perfect love,
the only begotten, sent down from above,
Submissive and meek; accepting this life,
with no pride, no malice,no envy, nor strife.
Perfectly formed, in a manger He slept,
accepting so fully, God’s promise He kept.
Dependent on earthly parents care,
yet, sensing His Heavenly Father there.
Hair swirling gently at the top of His crown,
shiny and soft as feather’s down.
Adorned only in swaddling clothes,
His wondrous glory with beauty glows,
Perfect peace in the midst of strife,
He came to fulfill a perfect life.
Descending to us as a babe so small,
to become the example for us all.
Teaching us that if we are meek,
we’ll find the Kingdom for which we seek.
“A child shall lead them” your word has read,
and “Of such are the Kingdom” You have said.
Thus as a Babe you came to earth,
bestowing on us the gift of new birth.
I thank thee Lord, that on that day,
you came, a child, to lead the way.
Help us, as children to submit as you,
and obediently seek Thy will to do.
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My Child,
One day you’ll kneel before my throne,
a crown you’ll hope you’ve won.
You’ll hear me ask this question:
“What acts for me were done?”
Did you see me as I trembled, cold,
and asked for warmth and food?
Or did you blindly pass me by,
as pleadingly I stood?
Did you, with pride, judge harshly,
how another lived and dressed?
Did you say, “The fault was his
that he was not so blessed?
Did you share the gospel;
how to be sin free?
Or did you just walk away,
pretending not to see?
Did you think it waste to share your time
with others such as this?
Did you think them too unworthy,
and turn away amiss?
Did you fail to see their needs,
or hear their weary sighs?
Even though, I the Lord,
listens to each man’s cries?
Oh Child, don’t you see the lonely beggar,
knocking at your door?
Serve fully now, with graceful love,
before this life is o’er.
Then, if you see your brother’s needs,
one day I‘ll say to you;
“Well done. You know me well,
because you saw me too.”
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Dew drifting down, blinding the spirit;
Dimming our course; stealing away the longed for light.
Yet hope hurries in when a hazy glow enters,
As the misty shadows take shape beyond.
Whispered prayer arises as wispy white appears;
Interwoven wonderfully with the waiting hills;
Swirling softly through the silent valleys;
clinging calmly to the earth as the clouds to the sky.
Rapturous rays rising; warmth distilling!
Lifting the softly-spun dew heavenward;
As the hills shine glorious with bright dawning,
Lowliness of Spirit looks up and is lifted even as the fog.
The warm presence of the Son abides as promised
While souls and rays join to shed forth light for this day
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Wings shadowing below...
Ever following yet never quite meeting,
Gliding smoothly over lakes and valleys,
Distorted and misshapen by crevices and rock;
Yet, beginning at once, as each stroke simultaneously blends.
Like eternity this powerful flight,
As we strive to shadow the ones who soar before us.
Never quite with them, yet close enough to mirror their efforts.
Distorted at times by life’s inconsistencies.
We find ourselves stretching and releasing as they.
As we rise ever higher,
Wings overlap wings and time overlaps time.
Transformed,we become the wings for the shadows that follow.
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Pure, melting, healing warmth radiates glory into our very souls,
As with careful steps, and brokenness,
we approach Thy seat of tender mercy.
We come lowly, even as you came to us as lowly,
Yearning to honor and serve you in greater holiness,
Knowing that you alone are perfectly Holy.
Your loving wings of mercy embrace us...Even us!
Hush! How very soft, how very sweet, the love that surrounds us.
Covering us so tenderly with wondrous redemptive power.
Holiness; treasure above all treasures!
There is none greater.
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Lord, some are like feathers,
floating forth with the breezes of Thy love.
Landing softly at our feet;
sharing so quietly Thy beauty from above.
We thank-you Lord for these good souls,
who go wherever you send.
Like feathers soaring in your will,
in your mighty purposeful wind.
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November Rest
Wooly wisps of vaporous white,
Wind pushed across grey-blue sky,
casting their shadows on the fall stripped trees.
Shadows pass.....
leaving behind only rusty remnants of lonely leaves,
clinging to bent and barren branches.
Dwindling life wanes sadly old,
as peace makes its home above.
Quiet now resonates so sweetly from the earth.
Sending us hope for the new to come.
"Life doesn't end here", the silence whispers;
It fades just awhile as it gives birth to the future.
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