Monthly Archives: May 2015

Telling the Time

The breaking of earth heralds the fulfilment of the promise Yet there has been work going on underground and under cover to reach this stage. The eager gardener anticipating this waits watching Winter is no waste of  time. For some it is a time of dormancy. A rest. A respite. A time of replenishment. Preparation for the promise of new life. The early shoots are not the beginning. They are the result of waiting for the right time for the promise to emerge. Even the untrained eye cannot miss the triumph of the full bloom But to the keen observer it comes as no surprise. And each season is responded … Continue reading

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When Love Comes

When Love Comes Love comes quietly Softly, gently. Effortlessly. No fanfare of trumpets or trumped up emotion. Sitting on a solitary seat Not alone Staring at stars Shooting moonbeams Pursuing promises made by the Promise Keeper Waiting in wonder Certain He is waiting too Heart held hostage with one look. Knowing wherever is never a lonely place Nowhere always somewhere else. No journey too far No distance out of reach Love comes in whispers On  gentle fragrant breezes Seen through tear smudged windows By watchers waiting For clouds to part And silver linings to turn to gold. Hebrews 13:5/ S of S 4:9/

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Where True Love is Found

The heat of His love Is found in the furnace. Powerful enough To burn away despair & Rekindle the flame almost extinguished To bring restoration With just one touch. Daniel 3:27/Matthew 12:20

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Silver Strands of Silence

How simple the stillness of silence How difficult to detach, To divide time between here and now And eternity. To get alone to be in the company of those who inhabit the realm where we can be real. Known. No masks or guises No pretending No excusing No exaggerating. Honest to one’s self Honest to God! Feel the effort of trying Fall away. Trying to please Trying to fit a mould of someone else’s making Or the impossible demands of self expectations. To come aside To fall into the arms of One waiting and longing for intimacy. Where silence is the spoken language of Love. Matthew 6:31

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