Time wrapped moment…

Greeted by the Grace of
a wing span greater than hers,
a red tailed hawk delivers words of patience
and love upon her gold filled wings.

Through wind filled branches,
she soars,
knowing that in this time wrapped moment,
a heart held and waiting for rippling waters to settle
strengthens and renews itself
through beams of sunlight and softheld reflections.

Windswept

Loophole Existence

In a world where loopholes exist,
sin and corruption do not resist.
Hearts that connect and become one,
separate, different lives begun.
Repercussions of separation linger still
when hearts fight against God’s will.
Minds avoid the heartstrings pull
until a numbness fills the lull.
Journey on to another heart,
hopes for a new beginning start.
Leftover knowing of a loophole once used
New beginning bliss, silently refused.
In a world where loopholes exist
Can happiness be found
in a heart that in the beginning didn’t resist?

Loophole

Disclaimer: I know many people who have happily remarried…just pondering the thought of divorce…the loopholes in scripture that we seek when making that decision and the repercussions upon a heart when divorce occurs.  Regardless of how smoothly the separation goes (according to human law), those two people are left changed forever…nothing takes that away.  Forgiveness can come for those who believe, the healing though…my question…are we ever truly healed?

Never Alone

Chaos and turmoil,
where a heart knows not why,
how others destroy .
Not a single tear do they cry.

Chains placed upon lives meant to be free,
words of anger hidden for ones to see.
Fists of control, holding hearts back,
Loving and knowing, each do lack.

Love and peace that can come from within
Only found in a world with forgiven sin.
Hold close to a strength that is near
One who can take away question and fear.

 

Windswept

April 6, 2010

 

From Cradle to Grave

An infant, born in a stable, swaddled in rags and lay in a manger of barn wood,
A young boy, found in a temple, understanding more than he should.
A carpenter, who walked many a stone path, amongst the lonely and weak,
A man of prayer, who alone in the mountains, to His Father did speak.
A  teacher, who prepared hearts and minds, for the treacherous journey ahead
A Savior, who carried His own cross, so that we could have life instead.
A King, who rose on the third day,
Walks amongst us continuing to show and to say,
A Father, to each of you who know
It is through the birth of a baby, My love, I do show.