And now these three remain… 1 Corinthians 13:13
Curious to Your plans
I will forge ahead nearsighted
Arm lengths will touch each trespasser
Protecting the gifts You instilled
The zigzagged path bears interruption
Causing lapses of certainty
Yet my thirst has no end
Unclear to its intensity
I crave Your purpose to emerge
Solidify this fervent longing
And create farsighted perspective
For I am a daughter of Your light
And Your image is to be fruitful
I was unblinded by Your grace
And to this I will bring sight
Rather a grain of sand than a snowflake
With fleeting attributes that are absorbed and lose shape
A sandy shore gives guidance to uninterrupted tides
It’s never destroyed yet is subject to being carried away
In and out with the ebb and flow
East or west with hurricane winds
The drift creates for future uncertainty of place
But it is the nonexistence of time and the immorality that pains
The latter is candid and sincerely frank
Pulled slowly south by gravity and quenching in taste
The frozen precipitation piles piece by piece
And it’s inevitable evanescence goes undoubted because of faith
Rather a grain of sand than a snowflake
But furthermore breaths will come to an end
Let the circumference be minuscule and existence significant
As long as the pursuit is made
Regrets sink it to depths
Deep dark blues surround it
As it drops it takes the light with it
The free fall is messy and unpredictable
In the descending it becomes blind
Unable to seek refuge from the capsizing
It reaches for ledges to decelerate the plunge
But that only diverges the path
The inevitable plummet is needed
Its security will create stillness
A calmness where mercy is given
As the iron digs into the floor
It becomes a cornerstone of protection
It fights against the doubt
Battles the decaying of the foundation
And guards the spoiling of its fruit
The stronghold grips the rope
It leaves enough slack for growth and extension
But it holds tight enough to keep one from getting lost
“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.” Hebrews 6:19
What inspired this poem was the thought that hope is what keeps things going but what also keeps things in check as well. Hope keeps us anchored in our faith. What would we have faith in if we didn’t have hope for redemption, hope to see Jesus in heaven or hope for better things, a better life? I’ve been growing deeper in my faith recently and always seem to hit a plateau. But I have discovered that hope is what keeps me walking that plateau until He is ready for me to take that climb to the next level. And it’s His love that gives me the confidence to actually make the climb. I pray that my hope will keep my faith secure and strong to help fight against the detours and stumbling blocks along my path.
Her wings are as translucent as the water she flies over
Unable to see through completely but eye-catching nevertheless
She reflects the light that blinds the predators below the surface
Each one expecting her to drop low enough to catch
Yet she drifts along the shore inspecting color after color
And no longer is she afraid of what she will discover next
I miss you most on Sundays
When the sun doesn’t stop smiling
I think about that afternoon haze
And the way we spend our time talking
With no cares in the world
Except for not wanting the sun to set
You were mine and I was your girl
Those are the days I’ll never forget
My Faith, My Hope, My Love 