Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Little Leaf





The very shape of you is like a miracle to me
A cup to hold the morning dew or Jack Frost filigree
A startling revelation etched against November gray
Where you relinquish remnants of what buds beget in May

A harp in summer’s hand, a parasol for lilting lark
A wonderland of flowers held in palms of twig and bark
A grandstand filled with whispers while the whole world lies asleep
The wing that wakes the wooded citadel so dark and deep

You come in sundry shape and size; even a child is drawn
Into your autumn-paradise of leaf-embellished lawn
We never get fully enough of little you, alas
Like all of life the air is rife with what must come… to pass

© Janet Martin


Last night was one of those nights when I began to question whether I am really doing what God wants me to do; write poetry. It takes time, head-energy, time, prayer, time and yet something/Someone in me compels me to write, write, write...poetry!
But last night some Thing weighed on me…hard, like only negativity, discouragement and doubt can do and I began to pray 'Lord, is this really what You have called me to do or am I missing what You want ‘cause I’m writing...poetry? Oh, God, I really need to know. Can You send me a sign, a clear sign of what You want me to do? I will not write until I know from You what Your answer is. Amen.'
…then, from the nightstand I picked up a book I purchased last week at a local thrift-store entitled Lines to Live By. I flipped through it wondering where to begin to read this compilation of poetry and prose.
I know, I thought, why not start on the very first page; the Preface…I began reading then began to weep; it was like God was right there in the room talking to me…reassuring me that it's okay to write yes, even about a little leaf...
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Preface written by Clinton T. Howell

2 comments:

  1. What purpose do we have here (on earth) this a perennial question and at times difficult to answer. But the small small tasks that we accomplish, even in writing go a long way and it can give us peace and our writing can give peace to others. God loves and listens to us every time we are in pain or doubts.

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  2. Yes, He does! Somehow it was His instant reassurance that startled me and made me ashamed to admit how pathetic my expectations sometimes are when I pray. May our utmost desire always be to bring Him honor and glory forever!

    Thank-you Vandana.

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