| The Bloom of Spring |
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While pondering 'why I paint my dreams with ink', I muse upon the myriad of reasons; As I dare to bare my tender heart, With all it's vibrant seasons. Where has this calling entered, To bravely share my soul? My heart is so transparent, How suffer to unfold. I return my gaze to when life started, in the spring, When all was fresh and new; A little heart, so soft and delicate, In belief that all was true. As I write, I feel the warmth When time stood still for me. I can grasp, again, the ones I loved; When all I had to do was be. My heart still feels the balmy air And the treasures I held dear; The confidence that the world I knew Could never disappear ... Wild flowers growing at my feet, Puppies licking at my face. Friends were warm and loved me, still; Blessings of abundant grace. But, childhood innocence all done, I became a stranger to myself; As the door opened to the future That crept up on me with stealth. For, venturing into unknown land, The future pulled with grasping hand. But, my mind must return to feel and hold, So painful memory can be told. For warm memories aren't all truth. Dark days I turn away, While afraid some things I might remember. Others, I will forget, today. I push them to the shadow, With struggle to move on; Desiring to be healed, For they hurt me far too long! But, my senses return the feel of them, The voice of storms I feared. I re-enter raging fires and drought; Of heat that harshly seared. The memory, restoring of the pain; More terrifying than life, itself. Can I, then, forget them; Blindly shove the hurt back on the shelf? Or, can I face them with new eyes, Accept with faith, mature and real, That nothing from the past shall injure; My heart can safely feel? Then, I can revel in those days of summer, Reminisce on leaves that drop sadly in the fall, Feel that barrenness of winter - While waiting for My God to call. For, spring has returned to me, once more. I know His perfect peace, within. My heart now sings, with abundant joy. I know I am safe, forever, In the love of my redeeming King. And, that is why I delight to live. My frozen heart is free. Fear no longer traps my mind, As I melt in His security. "To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward." Margaret Fairless Barber |
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