This poem came from prayer for loved ones to know the love and grace of God. The grace of salvation is a gift. We pray for our loved ones, that Christ is revealed to them by the power of The Holy Spirit. In the moment of writing, I was praying and pleading for my loved ones- that The Lord would Shepherd them as His Own and bring them into His Heart with the gift of grace.
I See You in The Forever
I see you in the dawn shining, in the love that Grace brines Covered in starlight’s dew from the bend from Love’s Vine.
There, in God’s mercies, bathed in His light, the new day stirs wonder with a Holy invite.
I see you in The Forever, embraced by The Joy’s own, your Heart leaping towards, His Love’s Holy Throne.
I hear you in the singing, from the nectar that calls, In heart petals that open toward heavens’ enthrall.
In the now-time to Ever, from daybreak to Then. I embrace you in the All of God’s Faithfull, Amen.
Lamentations 3:22-23 —The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Hebrews 4:16 —Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
1 John 14-15 —This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us-whatever we ask-we know that we have what we asked of him.
Summer days seeming, long seeming to end, The green deepens and circles to close every bend. Birds spread their wings and fly low in the sky Flocked to far away warmth into the sun’s eye.
You will always be there Heart, remembering that we are One. Seasons change, time shifts, like the afternoon sun. See the glow, feel the warmth, in the stillness that comes. Here we all live where God’s love is spun.
Here in the garden of the summer’s slow end, There are new beginnings, this in Love’s sweet lend. When the birds fly like arrows with songs of mystery Our heart goes with them, in joy’s jubilee.
Summer end days, Heart – summer’s redeem. How we linger, here- how we long dream. In the heavy full sweetness of the last swooning gleam.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew;