Saturday, August 4, 2012

Word Paint: Summer Storm


The wind whispers
Warning of a storm.
Not a secret whisper  
A wild one.
The gusts, the lightning - 
Angry tonight.
But I can’t be scared,
Even alone in the dark.
It’s too beautiful.
The thunder rumbles
I relax, then swell with awe.
My soul sings along 
To the song of the storm.

The lightning speaks,
I strain to hear.
I want to know its language.
I am deaf and dumb.
I want to talk to the lightning
And know its story.
But I can’t - I’m only human.
I speak with words, not electricity.

Raindrops on the glass
One of God’s prettiest pictures.
The window pane
A water wall.
Tonight’s storm is especially wet.
No more rain then usual.
But it’s silky tonight
The way it slides.

I love watching the people.
No pride when you’re drenched.
Torrential downpour - 
You remember that you’re little.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Word Paint: Why Peace?


You wake me with peace
I'm safe today.
I'm always safe, but I feel it now.
Why peace? How?
Hours ago - unsettled and sick;
This morning - quiet,
Green pastures, still waters.
My soul restored.
Your perfect love, there is no fear.
You stand guard over my heart,
No devils lies here.
They whisper and spit
partial truths, whole lies - 
poison and fire.
You raise up your shield, 
I rest in your shadow.
The promise stands - 
"I will answer you."
So again, I call out
"Save me, more grace!"
You come. You always come.
You're never far.
I leave, my eyes wander.
Cup my chin, direct my gaze, 
Back to you, your gentle face - 
Full of love, full of strength.
"My heart is yours,"
I open my hand.
"I trust you, I need you."
You are my shield.
My God, my Protector.
Why peace?
The cross: my gain.