I away from this space- long.
Suck deep, my breath,
Two major family celebrations crown rhythm of our days…
along with seasons shifting, settling down… tax season waxing, now complete.
Exhale hard. Sigh releasing.
Sigh releases muscles tense, tense for months… it seems.
Glory, glory golden spring. You crown my days with beauty.
Last two pink tulips standing in my hope-filled plot of land. Scattered handfuls of
sun-yellow, pale white- daffodils shining here, there. Still shining.
Yet the first glory of that spring-time wonder. It has passed.
White dogwood burst in full glory decorating mountain and azaleas flower.
Green wonder mists all over mountain. Verdant greens-
rising, rising… like a warm hug, this life,
it embraces. Embraces with color, and warmth, with life
of yellow-sun days. Drips through fingers cupped. Still cupping
all the days best I can. Some days better than others.
Tall Son turned ten- and so we go…so we go forward
double digits, the future, young manhood.
Are we ready? No. But go we must. Go.
Earth spins once more on axis and another
year turns by… 11 years of us.
Where do we go from here? No answer. But go we must. Go.
And still- I’m held in cords of
our love. Strength of our
one true embrace.
Comfort in this tangle
of strands wrapped round us
both. I know
is all there is
We celebrate and
to days of home and family. Sweet days. Relief.
And I, I
have thoughts that swirl round my mind in rainbow colors twirling.
And I, I
to capture them… to ponder hard the deeps
in hopes of grace for future days.
I purpose to give…
I give my days to craft a family, a heritage,
these ones within these walls.
I give my all. With all I can.
2 Chronicles 20
18Then Jehoshaphat(AB) bowed his head with his face to the ground, and all Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem fell down before the LORD, worshiping the LORD.