Poem: Cold Winter 8

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January 24th, 2014

How did they know? Those farmers…
How did they know of the frigid and bluster
Of this year’s winter?
The proof is in the pudding
And the pudding is cold as stone
And hard as ice.
Cold.
Doesn’t even seem the right word for this feeling.
And the perpetual snow drifts across the roads,
Like snakes of white powder
Side-swiping between the tires and biting at them,
Turning them to ice in an instant.
And the cats eyes of taillights
Glaring behind as if angry of the cold as well.
I’m tired of it too, but my car is warm,
Mostly, and I’m willing to go around in it.
But don’t ask me to get out and brave the frozen wasteland.
My only consolation remains that
The days do grow longer,
And soon will come the crocuses.

 – Sarah ><>

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Poem: Cold Winter 7

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January 22nd, 2012

The ice came and took its victims.
Freezing and snapping and catching,
Holding us hostage until it so pleased.
But the sun came and rescued us.
And in response, the ice melted,
Exhaling a mist into the sky –
At night, obscuring the sights
And refracting the lights so they scatter
And blend and flood as much as the water.
Red and white and yellow and green,
Bright and obtrusive,
Tainting the scene.
But the lake is near untouched
With the haze rising above
And weaving its way through the waterlogged trees.
They never drown.
And the train awakens and the white lights
Between the cars like buck teeth
Flash and pulse and faster and faster
And gone.

 – Sarah ><>

Poem: Spring Expects Growth

May 29, 2011

Spring expects growth,

new life and an increase.

While Winter ran rampant across the earth,

we expect God to work in the soil,

in the trunks of the trees,

in the hearts of men.

Spring brings disappointment when the Winter is over

and nothing has changed.

The garden is empty,

The trees have no leaves

and the heart is unsteady.

No blame is afforded to God –

only to the stubbornness of the soil.

It is my fault that I am the same.

Sarah ><>

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Poem: The Something Hidden

October 21, 2010

The Hunt.  The Search.
The Discovery.  The Find.

I loved it as a child.
At Easter or in Hide ‘n’ Seek
Or a puzzle.
To be the one hunted was ok,
But to seek out what was wanted –
The joy was there.

My favorite is when I’m not looking
And the thing is suddenly there.
God woos like that;
Hidden, yet not hiding,
Sought, and yet seeking.

The Hunt.  The Search.
The Discovery.  The Find.

My teachers, mostly patient,
Letting me find on my own.
Recognizing the joy of realizing
The point, the aim.

Now a teacher myself –
Learning to guide but not uncover –
Like hunting for eggs with a young one,
Letting the blue peek out behind a leaf,
Just to see the delight in their eyes.
Watching God peek out behind the pages
And people and stories.

He is a masterful Lover,
Well-equipped to be found by anyone –
Often in places I’d never look.
The joy is now leading others
To seek and find with their own eyes.

The Hunt.  The Search.
The Discovery.  The Find.

Sarah ><>

Day 5 – Love

I think the way people love changes over time.  God’s love stays the same.  God loves me the same as He did when He put my body together.  He loves me the same as when I took my first breath.  The same as when I first sang, “Jesus Loves Me.” The same as when I asked Him into my heart.  The same as when I was obsessed with boy bands.  The same as when my heart was broken and  I was crying for a Father.  The same as when I heard Him call to me from Russia.  The same as when I set foot in China.  The same as when my heart was broken and crying for a lover.  The same as when I shut my ears to Him.  The same as when I opened them again.

My love for Him has changed though.  It’s been childish, inconstant, genuine, self-serving, impatient, joyous, grieving, etc.  But is that then love?  The difference could be that God loves outside of my circumstances and I can’t help but love within them.  But the goal is to do the same.  Can I do that?  I’ve found that with certain things I am able to, but not in everything.  But God’s ability to love me constantly and continually outside of my circumstances is not a sign of His apathy to those circumstances, but a mark of how great His love truly is.

I could sing of Your love forever, I could sing of Your love forever…

This isn’t a commentary of my ability or desire to sing to God for all time, but a showing of the greatness of His love.  It would take more than eternity to sing all of it, and I would still need more time. 

Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens.  Your faithfulness stretches to the sky.  Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, yeah.  Your justice flows like the ocean’s tide.

Poem: The Moon-Cloud

September 24, 2010

The moon,

Like a rice wafer in the sky,

So light it seems almost like a cloud

To be blown away by a sigh.

Round, defined, translucent,

Like a dream just after waking –

Fading into the pale blue sky of morning –

Soon to be forgotten

With the dawning of the day.

Sarah ><>