Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 11, 2009 3:55:42 GMT -5
Poem by the Lake
By prayer, the answer came,
Shame is no guardian or regret,
Set in stone and weighing sorrow-
We should be light with Life.
I wrote their names too small
To be deciphered, but
All too dark, stark capitals.
Upon on my heart.
But He makes all things new,
Down by the lake I knew this-
And the wind blew with the truth
And the wind whipped water into wine-
New wine -and the light on the new grass,
Sunlight, bright like glass in the new sky,
And trees heave their branches up- about
To shout new growth, new life,
And so I ripped the papers small,
Let go- and said, “God bless you all-
And may you also find His grace.”
A space rests now-
Where Hope grows, and He
Knows best where I must go.
A boat moves nearer,
Over the sunlit ripples from Redemption’s Spring-
This may be Galilee- and He
Is beckoning.............
© Pauline Griffiths
By prayer, the answer came,
Shame is no guardian or regret,
Set in stone and weighing sorrow-
We should be light with Life.
I wrote their names too small
To be deciphered, but
All too dark, stark capitals.
Upon on my heart.
But He makes all things new,
Down by the lake I knew this-
And the wind blew with the truth
And the wind whipped water into wine-
New wine -and the light on the new grass,
Sunlight, bright like glass in the new sky,
And trees heave their branches up- about
To shout new growth, new life,
And so I ripped the papers small,
Let go- and said, “God bless you all-
And may you also find His grace.”
A space rests now-
Where Hope grows, and He
Knows best where I must go.
A boat moves nearer,
Over the sunlit ripples from Redemption’s Spring-
This may be Galilee- and He
Is beckoning.............
© Pauline Griffiths