my favourite things/ true love

today
at the entrance
to the Senior's home
a regal 'old' lady
asked which way I was going

brought out of my reverie
quite unexpectedly
I answered
to see Granny Ruth...
this way...
as I pointed down the long corridor
to the right

Will you walk with me
she asked

we were half way down the corridor
when she was greeted in a friendly manner

looking for Gordon?

it is down that corridor
Vonda dear

we retraced our steps
then down the left corridor
through the greeting room
another hallway
then to the right
across to the other side
all along the way people greeting Vonda
with such heartfelt joy
telling me 'she' knew the way to Gordon's room

(she didn't)
she leaned in on me
without asking
believing I would lead her there

more dear ones greeting
asking me if I was taking them to lunch
(sadly, I wasn't)

At the door to his room
we saw him sitting
wheelchair turned away from us
eyes at the open window
his attention on the bird flight
and the bird song

Gordon, I spoke gently

He won't hear you
someone said

Vonda and her cane
manouvered with me to the chair

I touched his shoulder gently
to not startle him
He looked disoriented
I released the chair brakes and turned him to face His wife
of sixty one years

My dear One
he exclaimed
their eyes joining
glistening with a love
matched nowhere
arms wrapped around each other
soft cooing and
whisperings

I know he heard each word

Now others motioned to a special lunch table
set just for them
a special meal
a celebration day
She had told me she was late
she had always been early

She was worried
and had become forgetful
lost

that was when she found me

I sat them across from each other
they said they liked it that way

He reached his hands out and she placed hers in his
and their eyes sparkled
and it was only them in the room

as I quietly slid out after leaving a blessing
I could catch their soft love song to each other
an untamed passion
a trusting gaze
a heartfelt touch
the 'til death we do part
through sickness and health
for better or worse

I cried all the way back to Granny's
down the corridor to the right
through the dining room
I saw her wheelchair
her small frame
hair freshly styled
head on her bosom
eyes closed

a special table setting
for Granny too
Easter celebration

I touched her gently
she woke and smiled

was happy to see me

I told her my Bethany was engaged to be married
to a wonderful Mexican prince

At this she really woke up
her eyes sparkled
remembering the days
and I saw her in another time
wrapped in love's embrace

and I needn't grieve for her empty arms

her eyes told me that her heart was still full

would always be

All the way to my car
I wiped at the flood of tears
that wouldn't stop

Young love is a joyous treasure
holds hope
and a future
builds dreams
and lives them

and if love reaches old age
that same delightful love
tested over time
is unbelievably
heart wrenching
because
it never gives up
it is a heated flame
that won't be put out

and there is nothing so lovely

marriage
Christ and His bride
the love that binds them
a great mystery

I saw it uncovered today
and it was holy ground

true love
my favourite things

my favourite things/ Spring thaw

dripping

roof's snow gathered
through the North's long winters
six months

stretching
bending
reaching
for earth's safety net

released to find Spring's many rivlets
her creeks

raging rivers
her endless oceans
a joyous journey
celebrating
the coming of new life
rebirthing

the Spirit awakening
in the old and dead
the Spirit refreshing

in the life laid down

the rest complete

the Spirit breathing
be
born
again

Spring

the rebirth of earth's sleeping creation
spores
seeds
babies

on wing

in the nest

on the hearth

in the heart


"from the tomb"

catalysts of new joy

Easter rebirth



always the dying

before the resurrection

the crown of thorns

before the crown of glory

after three days

He said he would rebuild 'This' temple

hope never dies

Jesus

my hope of glory

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winter of my life

now

the lovely

and incessant

dripping of the thaw

to bring ~the rebirth

to manifest ~the born again

the seeds shooting forth ~to bear fruit

the blessing for many

Grace complete

His Spirit

brings

Spring thaw

my favourite things

                      

Spring thaw

my favourite things

my favourite things/He dances and sings in the night

my hoody pulled high
my coat zipped
boots crunching
with each step
along the path

the night kissing away
the warm playings of the day
while people sleep

but God...

I caught Him dancing in the night
sweeping His paintbrush through the aspens
across the sleeping spruces and firs
red and green springing up through the white glow
across the northeastern horizon
sprinkles sent on wings
to brighten the heavens

reaching upwards
to our Abba Father
I could see
earth prayers
lifted in glory rays
from hearts of faith

dancing to the Son's song
lifted softly
to Heaven's heart
to the One

I caught Him singing as He sprinkled the evening stars
His song
in harmony
with the forest owls
the night train
the distant howl
of village dogs
soft around me

a cool freshness on my cheeks
the melody bursting for joy
in my lungs
as I laugh with the night

I am not alone

I caught Him dancing in the night
painting a Glory picture
another Masterpiece

I might have been sleeping

I caught his song
dropping from the scattered stars

while man sleeps

God neither slumbers nor sleeps
He plays in the night

while we sleep
and take our rest
and dream of other worlds

He holds us in His hand
while He dances in the night

Red
Green
warm glow on Night's canvas

our prayers rising

His heart answering

we sleep
He dances and sings in the night

my favourite things