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Romans 8:25 - But if we hope for that we see not, [then] do we with patience wait for [it].
I am looking forward to the return of ALL the seasons, and ALL the things that go with them. I should not be counting down, but there are days when I think "How many more seasons of these roses will I enjoy?", "How many more of this or that will there be?" And I think of my husband's grandmother who lived to be 104, but had begun counting down at about my age now, or a bit younger. She had 40 more years.
So I have determined not to think TOO much about that and just live a lot.
Looking Ahead to What's Passed
my heart
skips
forward
to the return
of seasons gone before;
and I write about remembered
fall sunsets squeezing gold from setting sun,
spreading butteryness on waving grain;
I pen of last winter's snowflakes,
sequins on dancing spruce;
I encourage my ink
to flow in rivulets,
as spring rains
carving through
melted snows,
the thought of
shocks of green
between my toes
lures me to compose
summer words of wonder;
though my pen
trips
over words
expressing earthly loves:
my reasons in seasons,
watchful weeks
dreamy days;
each minute
my heart knows
there is really
only one return that
flips
my world
and I await
what has passed before
and will be again.
by Donna JT Smith ©2018
Psalms 39:7 - And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
I wrote part of this on Wednesday night and got very busy with much stuff starting early this morning. And I apologize for not getting back or starting earlier to flesh it out. You know how it is when you have so much stuff you want to fit into a day, a week, a life... squeezing in the good stuff is important. Writing is important, too, but doing is more important if you only get to do one of those.
This has not a lot to do with the topic today, I just like it. I'm always trying to remember to ask boldly.
1 John 5:14 - And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us:
Donna, thanks for reminding me to ask BOLDLY of the Lord. What a great thought to ponder as I got to sleep tonight. Your poem holds such beautiful thoughts about each season but I especially like these lines:
ReplyDeleteI pen of last winter's snowflakes,
sequins on dancing spruce;
Please consider penning summer words of wonder for my summer gallery, #TheArtofWondering".
My Granny use to say, "Speak clear and true when praying for others but meek and quiet for yourself." I miss my granny, I really hope I get to talk to her again
ReplyDeleteOh, how I love your poem and those shocks of green between your toes. I'm in awe of your concluding words - truly beautiful about His return! Thanks for your thinking about our topic of return.
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