Wednesday, October 28, 2009

There is a crispness to the wind,
That echoes in my soul
Bright leaves rain down upon my head
Bidding me,"Let go."
Let go of insecurity
Let go of foolish fear
Hold on to hope and wonder
And know that God is near.
As bright leaves cascade upon me,
I am reminded this life is not all.
That all this dazzling display of life
Is as fleeting as the fall.
Cool winds whip my hair around
Whispering of coming frost
I must remember to hold to my anchor
So that I too will not be lost.
My life is not my own
It has been bought with a price.
Lord keep my soul warm and safe
Let it not be filled with ice.
This season I find alluring
The fall winds carress my face.
And all the leaves raining in bright colors
Remind me of God's sweet Grace.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Squeaky Chapel Chair

Every Thursday I go to Adoration,

And there I sit in a squeaky chair,
I once thought to move it,
But have received so much grace there.
That chair has taught me patience,
And how to still my soul,
How to be still and quiet,
And to simply pray and know.
I have learned not to outwardly fidget,
Not to inwardly as well.
It has been an amazing teacher,
And I have much to learn from it still.
As the body goes so goes the mind,
Once must learn to silence and hear.
It is only when we struggle,
That the goal becomes reachable and near.
God thank you for that squeaky chair,
It is teaching my restless heart,
To be still and silent within and without,
At least it is a start.