For one micro-moment Victoria and I were caught wishing
for freedom to wander autumn's frost-kissed wonderland,
where the clock dictates so much of love and life's duties and desires.
"if there's one thing I've learned," I said to Victoria,
"is just to make the most of the moment in hand so we don't
miss the beauty of it because we were wishing for something else".
We don't live in a world without time-and-toil constraints. That's what Heaven is for!
So we dash or dally and try to make the most of moments...
Night’s nebulous cocoon unfolds dawn like a butterfly
Time spreads its wings, alights upon earth’s plume and fills
the sky
Where frosty kiss of Autumn while the world was still and
dark
Has shattered nature’s colourful collage of leaf and bark
And scattered lofty orchestras that crooned all summer
long
Beneath our feet, a music sheet of woodland’s remnant
song
Come now, come now, my darling, do not weep for whispers
spent
See how above our hunger Hope has pitched a seamless tent
And pulls us toward places we have never been before
Dawn’s virginal embraces draw us to a ballroom floor
To teach us how to try new steps in time’s determined dance
Where to sit on the sidelines is to miss life’s sweet
romance
Earth’s heaven-glimpse of happiness unfurls its world of
choice
Where we, without a word will give our utterances voice
Then pray we do not miss the melody moments compose
Or trample Mercy’s Butterfly perched on earth’s
frost-kissed rose
For where so much is taken much remains yet to employ
The worship that when wakened overflows Hope’s cup of joy
Hello, sweet moment within reach, teach me to revel in
The awesome anthem trickling from an ancient violin
Help me to hear the harmonies that waft then softly fade
Into the prelude of arrangements waiting to be played
Where Mercy is the Maestro of most a momentous band
Therefore do not be unwise, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
And do not be drunk with wine, in which is dissipation; but be filled with the Spirit,
...speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs,
singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord, Eph.5:17-19
I will say to the LORD, “You are my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Psalm 91:1-2
Oft-times when praying,
after thanking God for His
gift of salvation and His faithfulness
I can get caught up in a long list of
cares and needs,
some my own and some my fellow-travelers.
I want to learn to get caught up in worshiping Him and
praising him a little more as well.
I take a lot of good-natured ribbing when it comes to poetry,(which is fair)
teased, depending on what is happening that likely I'm coming up with a poem...
I wish it was that easy😊😉
...but on the other hand, everything I do is poem-fodder, perhaps, Lord willing!
Last night was my turn to bring a meal to alpha and someone teased me that maybe this will be the topic for the next poem...in a way it is, but not because of the food, but rather the people who came out to eat before doing the next lesson in alpha on their journey to Bethlehem/discovering Jesus!
What is Alpha? below is the introductory video to the course...
What will you do on the day of reckoning, when disaster comes from afar?
If you are interested in taking the alpha course google it to find one near you.
If you would like details on the one offered at WBC please contact me or WBC.
