girl of the fog - summer

girl of the fog

lost in the mist

though silence surrounds you

it will not persist

for outside your sight

there exists

the realm of the future

you cannot dismiss

for with it a hope

that won't be bound

by the droplet enclosure

encasing you now

with sight unfettered

full and free

revealed in God's time

with His Sovereignty 

I breathe in the wind - summer

I breathe in the wind

to replenish what I lack

filling up the empty places

assured it won't hold back

if only life could fill our sail

so freely given

we would avail

ourselves of sunshine,

hope is in the air,

send me soaring

on your wing

and with a breath of prayer 

Grace is... - summer

can a kind and gentle soul

be bought with silver or gold?

is love to be insisted on -

or simply there to hold?

we reach out

searching desperately

yet it's not what we grasp -

it's what we receive;

so be still my soul

for He will arrive

through no striving of my own

by His grace 

He alone 

provides

The Cove - summer

the cove in the hills

held us fast

kept us close

with our lives unmasked

here we breathe

and natural be

while out there

fades to anonymity

and like dancers

to the music we

take comfort

with familiarity

amid the unspoken

ties that bind

a warmth envelopes

soul and mind

a shelter

for a lifetime sought

sweet return

oh haven - 

here within

my thought

servant seed - summer

servant seed

fall to the ground

no servant is worthy 

who is found to be proud

it's the lowly of heart who rises above

the wrongs of this world

on the wings of God's love

gentle grace - summer

gentle grace

set your Holy place

among we who need thee so much...

there is pain

we're bearing it's name

and we long for your merciful touch

turn our eyes

from what lies

before us here

and let us find

you, soft and kind

as we feel you, oh so near

Simpler Times (a must read) - summer

On Monday mornings we could rise

to amber meadows, azure skies,

and hear the still, small voice inside

so silent is the dawn.

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With work no farther than our door

asking little, receiving more

not knowing whether rich or poor -

content with what we have.

*

We'd live God's time - by sun and moon

all else is later, now, or soon

no ticking clocks say "nine" or "noon"

no measured time of day.

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By evening, filtered golden rays

of sunlight slant through radiant haze

while house lights twinkle as twilight fades -

God grant us simpler times.