Abba, there’s a rush of Heaven-water out my window.
Sounds of earth and stones gulping, swallowing and gasping,
For more of Heaven’s gift.
Cool and pelting, still soft and warm
Against skin and mud and leaves.
Autumn burnt and crispy till,
Heaven wishes them soggy and limp.
The boldest ones still hang on branches
drip, drip, drip.
Almost xylophone, the pavement pings
a different tone
Than petal, blade or stone.
Night refuses to rest her head,
Keeps one lid drooping over dawn.
Once upon a time
EverAfter sounded like hell.
Days much longer on
Resounding death knell.
I fell defeated to my knees
Slipping down through
There was you.
Pitched forward, I expected
To fall forever.
There was you
Who caught my feeble hands.
For a time I yet knew
Nothing but the salt of
My own tears,
Denied, stubborn love.
My world still cracks and sways.
But pitched forward, I lean
Into stable arms and lend-ed breath.
LIke a fairytale
I stand in the embrace
Clasped in the arms
Of eternity’s King.
Cracked, clay earth
A scarce memory.
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The earth groaned yesterday.
It declared your intention to complete the world.
I miss the tiny petals as flowers unfurl.
In day-to-day I oft don’t see
The miracle occuring in the stretching of a tree.
Beneath the huff of invisitble breaths,
Or the life that blooms from death.
The single kept promise of the rising of the sun,
The course the seasons silently run.
The simple thoughts of love you carry,
Between hearts and minds.
Not the under-groan
Of earth for home.
The forever you promised
All things new.