trying
to conceal
wounds
with poetrytrying
to reconcile
wounds
with poetry
trying
to heal
wounds
with poetry
takingstockofwhatmattersmost
Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: my body…broke insideso no one can seebut i know now i will be finei’m…
my body…broke inside
so no one can see
but i know now i will be fine
i’m on my knees…finally mei look to the Heavens
my arms spread open wide
sometimes Faith takes time
for those who are broke…insideHe see’s what others cannot
He accepts my faults from above
He takes my hand and leads me home
He sacrificed His Son to show His love
He is my refuge and my fortress
He is where my strength comes from
He protects me in the shadow of His wings
He cares for me, loves me
He forgives me again and again
He provides for the sparrows
and also for me and my boys
I am thankful
So very thankful
What a journey it has been
Climbing mountains so steep
Wandering in the vast wilderness
Desert dry as we sought an oasis
Mountains moved by Faith
Paths appearing where there seemed no way
Hope springing eternal
A fount of many blessings
Through it all we pray
Renewal in the final weeks
Walking through the valley
of the shadow of death
God’s promises are real
His covenants
He goes before you
He prepares the way
Fear not
Do not be ashamed
He will never leave you
Pray “Your will, not mine”
Be still
and know that He is God
The God of Moses
The God of Daniel
The God of David
Father of Jesus
He is our Father
in Heaven
He is there
He will heal your heart
Trust Him today
October 27, 2013
two months and a day since my husband died
eyes open to a new day
birds chirping softly from still barren branches
and mornings dew still collects on windows
with a slight chill still in the air
spring is about to burst open upon us all
and beauty will return to this earth
flowers will fragrance and bees will gather
children will run and jump and laugh and play
drink this all in and smile to yourself
because inside you it can always be spring
the In Between
In reply to the question I posed in, “I think too much”, earlier today
takingstockofwhatmattersmost wrote, “You must walk along the razors edge of reading and writing…not to mention family, friends, work, etc.”
I cut myself on razors.
I am not good at juggling.
I am not good at balancing.
I am not good at boundary setting.
I tend to be All or Nothing.
All in.
Or all out.
A Balanced Life is the In Between.
Striving for that.
May take a whole lifetime to achieve it.
I’m having a hard time with this lesson.
Hoping I have more ahead of me, than the years I’ve lived to date.
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
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