Abstract: This Earth Shaking Ground

Captured with thought, I trot I trot along life's merry way.
My heart is longing for direction, my mind is believing this correction -my feet appear to make.
I rake up my hurt feelings and throw them up high, to see which one I can catch falling from the sky. I don't do this often but when I do, I regret it much and so would you.
I try to be cheerful as I am today but, this mask I am yielding to is not allowing MY stay.
MY way. More importantly -the only way...He lives up above and in my heart -He's my one TRUE love.
Some think I'm silly to rely on HIM, but I'd rather do that than not at all. I'm a clumsy one, and I do fall. These bruises and scrapes would be much worse! If I didn't have HIM, I believed I'd be cursed! Oh what a journey this life brings me down, now I lay resting on this earth-shaking ground.

-Tina
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Meadow's Mark

The owl sits and waits, and watches.

The birds all take their place.
The forest is blooming with flowers galore.
It's such a beautiful place.

As I walk through the trees, I raise my head up high and I look towards the sun.
With my feet firmly planted I breath in the scenery.
I melt in God's nature, as I bask in the glory of His handiwork.
I feel as if I am floating high above the clouds.

I imagine myself way above the earth, soaring with the angels.
My heart is joyfully beating, and I feel free as an open road.
My mind is clear, and I am here in the midst of God's precious gifts.
I begin to walk further on this dirt path through the trees.

The soil beneath my feet is rich, and warm.
My soul can almost not bare the sight, sounds and smells of this mystery.
As I quiet my Spirit, summer rain begins to fade into the earth around me.
The rain feels delicate and warm as it trickles down my face, I stand in awe.

I find comfort in this stillness.
I raise my hands toward Heaven, and let out a shout.
"I'm Alive" I say.
My cry fell off my lips and slipped into a stream beside me.
There was waves and ripples showing off in the water, they grew and grew.

The little fish were flustered by the sudden shift in their home.
Soon those tiny creatures, went safely back to calm.
I walked on.
Further and further I went, darker and dimmer it got.

I quickly found a dry grassy meadow to escape to nearby.
As I lay dreaming in this soft grassy meadow, the sun politely, is waving goodbye.
I wave back, and cry.
This day is done, I've enjoyed it so much, I am going to miss it for, I'll never get it back.

I reassure myself, "There will still be days like this."
I pray a quick little prayer to my Lord above.
Then, I lay my head down against the earth.
I close my eyes.

I turn off my mind.
I mutter, goodnight world, as I fade in and out of sleep.
I dream of the joys of God's creation, and how it brings me great peace.
I've never felt closer to Jesus.

The night sky fell gently upon me, like a blanket.
I pretended the stars marked the number of journey's I have yet to take.
I sink deeper and deeper into the grassy meadow.
My body's asleep but, my heart is wide awake.

I fall deeper still, now I'm finally dreaming.
Or was it that, all of this was just a marvelous dream?
Sometimes reality is so wonderful that it almost doesn't seem real.
Whether a dream or not...I hope to never wake up, it's just that marvelous.

This meadow...left it's mark.

-Tina R.

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Missing Spring

Spring hasn't sprung, I'm stuck in the snow.
I miss the warm breeze and the sun's gentle glow.
I miss the flowers so bright, big and free.
I miss dancing in the wind, just my kite and me.
I miss Spring.

Spring hasn't sprung, I'm stuck in the cold.
I miss camping around a bonfire, hearing stories of old.
I miss rafting down streams and seeing beauty untold.
I miss the sounds of warmth unfold.
I miss Spring.

Spring hasn't sprung, I'm tired of the rain.
I miss drawing hop scotch on a sidewalk lane.
I miss selling top notch lemonade.
I miss sitting by the pool sipping limeade.
I miss spring.

In Christ's Army,
-Tina R.
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