God blesses me with new life
through the gift of each new day;
it is up to me to acknowledge him
by faith and to choose to enjoy each
day with a sprint of thankful and
anticipation in my footsteps
as I travel along life’s
pathway.
Somewhere in this day is an unhurried
moment in which to sit beneath God’s
unwavering gaze;
and be showered by his love with
droplets of his mercy and never-ending
grace.
Somewhere in this day, God sits
patently and waits for me to
draw closer to his gracious throne;
where I can sit in quiet fellowship
with him alone in a restful, silent place.
Somewhere in this day as I
meander and journey along,
I will hear him in the quiet birdsong
underneath the wintry sunshine’s
glowing display.
I then realize he is gently reminding me
that he is much nearer than I think.
And he will reveal himself again
somewhere in this day.
At first, the sun ascended the winter sky.
the day then declared, banishing the dark;
the deep hours of persistent night.
At first, the new snow fallen sparkled
under the light of the shining sun
as if brilliant diamonds were
dispersed in the white frozen surface.
And soon a solitary hare and a squirrel
jumped and ran about on a
creation of ways that interweave
across the ice-crusted pale ground.
At first the oaks, the elm trees,
and the trees of maple,
removed bare of their clothes,
their perfumed autumn garments of resin,
stood resolute to guard this silent scene
where, in the end, there remains
a soft calmness across the ghostly drifts
of twinkled whiteness.
At first a search in the quiet mind:
the trip begins of the thoughtful one
where the heart leads the soul to a
place of relaxing peace.
Sun has risen, day
Quickly descends. Must rise: not
let it slip unseen.
On one cool and cloudy day
The usually vibrant sun refused to brightly shine.
As I journeyed along the way
The silver sky threatened to rain.
The usually vibrant sun refused to brightly shine
Although birds did chirp and sing.
The silver sky threatened to rain
As I walked along a quiet lane.
Although birds did chirp and sing
From lush and leafy treetops in the air
As I walked along a quiet lane
Where the grass reflected emerald flair.
From lush and leafy treetops in the air
To the green carpeted ground
Where the grass reflected emerald flair
Raindrops started to drizzle down.
To the green carpeted ground
As the birds hushed their singing
Raindrops started to drizzled down
I pivoted to return home again.
As the birds hushed their singing
While I journeyed along the way
I pivoted to return home again
On one cool and cloudy day.
I awoke early one dark morn
And waited for the sun to dawn.
I lay in bed a bit forlorn
Yet anxious to see the gloriously rising sun.
Darkness wrapped around me like a knitted shroud
As I rested as quietly as could be.
But lo! Only gray billowing clouds
Through the slatted window I could see.
Yet still a dim light did appear
Ushering the darkness away;
No more murky shadows to fear
As deep night transformed to day.
Therefore, with a lifted heart graced by hope
I began a new day’s journey upon life’s emerging slope.
Days are ever shorter
And gradually cooler;
As a later sun rise
Filters the morning sky.
Clusters of dangling leaves
Still adorned in shades of green
While clinging to their branching vines
Against the tide of passing time.
But then pause, look, and behold:
Vibrant splashes of yellow, orange, and gold.
And a leaf here and there
Silently lets go floating in the air.
The vaulting sky still illuminates radiant sunshine
As if determined to thwart the swiftly encroaching night.
Squirrels and other creatures too scurry to and fro
Gathering acorns and food before that first winter snow.
Days become ever cooler still
Until there is a blowing wintry chill
And all too soon all the once vivid leaves
Loosen their grasp in a blustery breeze
Fluttering downward, carpeting the ground;
Naturally accepting their time had come.
So quietly Autumn exits allowing Winter
To have its season amid this transitioning weather.
But even so with each new passing day,
I will choose to cherish this time that the Lord has made.
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. ~ Colossians 4:6
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Colleen M. Chesebro ~ Novelist, Prose Metrist, & Word Witch
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
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