Wednesday, January 26, 2011

my swing/ my favourite things



In the hay loft
above the goats
there is a jungle swing

it hangs on the rafters
and awaits the children

lately
I am the child
that swings
each night
as the moon scatters
its jewels across the fields
and fire flies dance
to the song
of the night

the winter dance of the moon
with the hoar frost...
God's gift to His child

as I swing to the music
I remain the child

the dogs flow with me
in unison
as they watch
me in the loft
the goats chew their cuds
the chickens rest on their roosts

the diamonds sparkle
with each beat of my heart
and I won't stop
until I feel it
again
and
again
and
again

when I know the pulse
of the song
and the flow
of the dance
then the child moves down
from the swing
and is again
the old goat lady
as she slides
down the ladder

but no one knows
that in her heart
she is still
the little one
mystified
by the beauty
of the night
her mind is still dancing with the Light

and she puts away her milk
and hangs up her old bucket
and brushes the straw from her hair
and slides into her bed
an old lady to anyone else

but she is smiling
because in her heart
she is still dancing
and catching fire flies
as the moon
sends them out
one by one
into the night

and she
reaches over to hug her
old man
who still sighs
at her touch
and dreams
of
their youth
and remembers
the song and the dance of the moon
in the night

and the moon sends out its jewels
and they sparkle

as the old pair
take their rest
and their hearts beat as one
and they sigh
and smile
for the beauty
of the night

my swing

my favourite things

a marriage song/ my favourite things



Had I known
those long years ago
when discouragement
often
paved our way

that
our hope would be born
through waiting

persevering

and how now
we see so plainly

just how love is

we smile
together
at its
simplicity

-------
if I had known then
what we know now
I would have grabbed your hand
and run with you
to the brightness

and we would have giggled on our way
as we anticipated
the blessing of our Father

trusting His
Perfect Love
to take away all fear

I am not afraid

of our todays
or our tomorrows
because I know
He walks with us
and that
He makes everything
beautiful

in His time.

.......


I found these following lines tucked away from years back...to my Eduardo.
so blessed that healing comes...
on wings it always comes....

my favourite things/ a longing Lord

a longing Lord
to be so close

but so much
keeps us apart

misunderstandings
apologies
or apologies
forgotten

so much

hopes
and dreams
and those
shattered

but
not crushed
not dead

nor ashes
that need to
be buried

just covered
completely

by Love

Yours

----------------------

Some days
the sun shines
even when it is raining

in my heart
and yours

some days
the storms rage
and devour

though the sun shines

because
we see
differently

and
cannot
or
will not

change our
point of
view
or
direction
of turning
or
even

look
each other in the eye
to see the reflection
of Him

who

laid down his life

who

doesn't count pennies
or sins
or remember
that
we were the ones

who

caused His Pain

-------------------

The
Son
Still
Shines

if we look
we might still see
the beauty

it is always there
it never leaves

not like our love
that falls like autumn leaves
each season as the cold arrives
in its harshness
and disregard
for all else
but self enthroned
not Christ

we are like the seasons

but
by Grace

spring returns each year

but
by Grace

His Love
blossoms
in our hearts

maybe
if we
close our eyes
we will see Him
and will miss the
autumn leaves falling
or the chill storms coming

but
by Grace

if we
look into each others' eyes

we may see Him


-------------------
I am so glad that Love heals

your, Susi