pinks

the glory of pink, bright

bold or muted

shedding joy, without

conscious thought

contagious, breaking 

the pain of the day

shouting life

life

life

tease

summer teases, laughing

joyous colour riot

life explodes

then stills

cool winds fall

farmers fret

and I, unaccustomed

to such weather

drape a shawl

around aching bones

believing surely one day

soon, heat will come

not nomads

hours run into days

days into weeks

we move along, driven

by rhythms uncountable

surely it is time

to settle, pause

end these nomadic seasons

yet the Lord reminds me

your true home is in Me

but I do give your earthly body

a place to settle

a base of operations

a centre from which to reach out

your most important job is love

before all, in all and above all

love Me first

without Me you will not have

the ability or capacity

to love those I place before you

allow My love to work through you

awake with me

sleepy morning

after a night of discomfort

coffee steaming in my hand

I listened for words from the Lord

I Am with you in your pain, never are you alone

the aching in the dark, when the world sleeps?

I Am awake with you.

My promise is true to never leave or forsake you

even when you don't understand, or believe

and cry out "where are you?"

Here, always, knowing what I know.

Be still, little one, give Me the pain.

It's what I can bear when you cannot.