Gravity pulls on my soul
Paralyzed in my grief
I break the last commandments
Falsely accusing God’s own creation
Of thievery
A ripe cherry, permitted by the Creator
Dangles from her beak
And my heart cries out angrily
“It’s mine- you can’t take it!”
Away she soars in the sunlight
Heaven in her sights
Remarkably, I stand
On prayers
In the vineyard
Certain of
my Inability to fly
Agonizing in
My weighty humanity
Then
In brokenness
My heart hears the truth from yours-
My soul hears you speaking-
Years of wisdom pour into my spirit
Trust me
You know you can
You have wings
We have flown together
Countless intimate times
Flights into the heavenlies
When I was yours and you were fully mine
United, bare and shameless
In body, soul and spirit
We experienced the gift of eternity
You hold this ethereal glass
To clarify my vision
God is faithful, and not a thief
Abounding in love and
Ever present in your grief
I consider the tree we planted
So many years ago
Growing tall by your care
Fruitless, the blossoms only
Brought us joy to share
This season
God saw fit
To cover
It in abundant fruit
From heaven you are watching
The bounty unfold
As we gather and are nourished
With promises
From of Old
God has provided for our needs
And for the needs of others
Everything is His
You, my children, my life, my all
Are gifts from my trusted Father
To share with all creation
His beautiful redemptive plan
He forgives me for my anger
The bird flies in sacred flight
The perfectly planned provision
Grasped in her tiny beak
Heavy for this innocent creature
Mysteriously
Miraculously
The fruit does not fall
And Trust rises within my soul
“Don’t be deceived by my brothers. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth, through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first fruits of all he created.”-James 1:16-18