Poems of Gratitude - Hello Poetry

Nov 2017

The Faithful Dreamer

A blanket of cold white.
Covers the landscape.
As nature begins.
Her Winter sleep.
Beautiful white.
Snow.
White.
Clothing everything in sight.
Yet the sun still shines warm.
With light upon white.
Snow lit up.
Brilliant bright.
God above chose to create snow.
The colour white.
For He is good.
And washes my sin away.
Snowy white.
God above who is wrapped in Light.
Created light.
That we might not stumble in darkness.
For He created all things right.

A blanket of cold white.
Covers the landscape.
Beautiful white.
Snow.
White.
Light upon white.
Proclaiming the goodness of God.
Who does all things right.
Who does all things with Love.
Like Light.
Upon.
White.

Apr 2017

The Faithful Dreamer

His Rod And Staff

He leads me gently.
Yet.
Firmly.
With His Shepherd's
rod and staff.
Through every mountain
and valley.
Warning me to stay on
His path.
But then...
the Wolf comes.
He lures me.
He entices me.
To desire.
To lust after.
What my eyes see.
To crave the things
which do not satisfy.
To spend my wages
feeding on ashes.
Instead of the Bread
of His Word.
And His Presence.
I buy into the lie.
I stray.
I go my own way.
As my Shepherd looks on...
grieved and righteously angry.
He sorrowfully.
But sternly.
Breaks me with His rod.
To bring me back into the fold.
Back close to His heart.
He disciplines me in
His Love.
To spare me more pain.
Down the road.
To keep me near Him,
and in His arms enfold.
I cry out for mercy.
He hears my humble plea.
And.
Rescues me.
In tears of repentance
and desperation.
I fall on my knees.
His Blood washes over me.
And makes me clean.
I stand to my feet.
With renewed strength.
And lift my hands.
In praise.
In praise of His mercy.
In praise of His Love.
In praise for all He is.
In praise for my redemption.
In praise.
For His Shepherd's
rod and staff.
For He never fails.
To lead this wayward sheep.
Back to His path.

Inspired in part by Isaiah 55, Holy Bible.

Dec 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

Upon Winter White

Blizzard.
Cold.
The snow blows down.
Softly...but fiercely...
to the ground.
White.
White.
Winter white.
The snow-coloured rabbits
are white-washed from sight.
And Christmas is in my heart tonight.
As I learn the way to life and joy.
Thought gratitude and humility.
As I linger by the manger,
and look upon my Saviour.
Who gave up all.
To save us from the Fall.

Blizzard.
Cold.
The snow blows down.
But in my heart a fire glows.
As I begin to know...
To truly know...
The Light of the world.
Shining down.
Shining bright.
Upon the Winter snow tonight.
Chasing my fears.
Away from sight.
Shining bright.
My heart's delight.
Upon Winter white.

Dec 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

Angel Voices

Sweet voices of children
echo through the sanctuary.
Tiny hands shake silver bells,
as the room is full of parents' smiles.
Children singing songs of Christmas cheer.
"Away in a manger."
Is heard loud and clear.
Children's voices,
like the voices of angels.
Float up to God above.
As He smiles down upon them.
For each child He dearly loves.
Sweet voices.
Angel voices.
Of little children.
Echo through the sanctuary.
At Christmastime.
What a gift it is.
To all who hear them.
Angel Voices.

Sep 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

Indescribable Beauty

The pond is a mirror.
Of reflections.
On calm ripples.
Orange, green, blue.
With graceful, long-necked geese.
Floating above.
And feet gliding beneath.
Calm ripples.
Calm.
Quiet.
Beauty.
Leaves dance down.
One by one.
And land on the surface
of the calm pond.
With calm ripples.
In brushstrokes of
orange, green, blue, black, brown.
The beauty of nature in autumn
sings a symphony of colour and beauty.
There is beauty in autumn's death.
There is indescribable beauty.
Which puts my soul at rest.

(edited)

Aug 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

The Sounds Of A Summer Evening

Birds sing sweetly
as darkness descends.
A dog barks in the distance,
talking to a friend.
A car engine revs loudly,
as folks are off to a Summer party.
And then...
And then...
The sounds of a Summer evening grow still.
The moon comes out to glow.
Shining down on the silence.
Of night below.
I sit in the moonlight.
And enjoy the silence.
At rest in my soul.

Aug 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

Silently Cry The Birds

Silently cry the birds...

Take your eyes from your screens.
And notice me.
Watch the sky.
See beauty.
Look away from busyness.
Look away from technology.
Which holds you in chains every day.
From noticing beauty.
From seeing God's glory.
In creatures.
In creation.
Take your eyes from your screens.
From your obsession.
And notice me.
Notice beauty.
Look! There are hundreds of us
flying overhead in the blue summer sky.
Don't you see us?
Will you just stop.
For a moment.
And look up.
To beauty.

Silently cry the birds...
Will we heed their cry,
or pass them by?
Will we wait until it's too late?

Silently cry the birds.

Earlier this week, when I was driving, and then when I arrived home on my street, the sky was full of birds! I had never seen so many at one time. I hope others noticed besides me, in this age we live in where people are obsessed with their iPhones. Recently, a nature park we have has been overrun by people playing games on their iPhones, and I wonder, do they even notice the nature around them? To me, it's just sad. My opinion, but I hope there are others out there who see my point. Take care.

Aug 2016

The Faithful Dreamer

Moments of Gifts

Every moment in time.
Is a gift from the Divine.
No matter how small each one may seem.
Each moment is filled with beauty.
If I will but stop long enough to see.
Each moment is a snapshot of His love for me.
And there is beauty to be found.
Even in the ugly.
Will I live in gratitude?
And hammer away negativity?
Can I but live in the moment,
and watch my fears flee?
Moments of gifts.
Can I look closely enough to see...
A robin singing in the trees.
A small child laughing with glee.
A raindrop glistening on a green leaf.
Even my laundry piled up in heaps.
Even...
tears of grief that soak my sheets.
Beauty in the ugly.
Bringing me closer to the Creator.
Of beauty.

Moments in time.
Slowing time's passage.
With gratitude.
For beauty in the now.
For every moment in time.
For moments of gifts.
Love gifts from the Divine.

Inspired by Ann Voskamp's book "One Thousand Gifts."

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