a burning gold strand
cuts across the dark scape
a glimmer in a sea of unseen
a glimmer of what could be
but is not
not yet
the dying yellow
fades into Winter’s grasp
but rises again
rises again in Spring’s
new birth
over and over
this green to gold
and gold to Winter’s
unseen but crushing cold
one day this green will
never again fade
but will rise
a burning gold strand
to a gold crown
set on a Head worthy
a Hope that will turn
the dark to light
the unseen to seen
Your word is a lamp to my feet
and a light to my path.
And basically the entirety of Psalm 119.
Stepping out into the pink-grey dawn
A new morning and a new day
Young and fragile as a newborn
But built for potential and strength
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Aspen trees swaying gently in the early breeze
Their leaves tinkering out a heavenward song
They greet me in the young light
And call forth my potential
Potential – what a strange word
A presence not yet present
A being not yet built
But all the plans and hopes and dreams
Fully there and ready to spring
Spring into life
Like this brand new day
Created to embrace the Sun in its rising
Beckoned to put sinews and ligaments to work
To work – to bring to life potential
To bring to life grace given in a needed moment
To give strength at a moment of weakness
Hope where a dark thought would reign
As the grey, fragile morning dawns
My own fragility comes to life
For one more day
Of potential, grace, strength, hope
And an embrace of the Son.
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