Saturday, January 21, 2012

my favourite things/ Siyanda

Your time on earth is through,
and now I say to you,
Fly little angel, fly!
Use those wings that you've been given
Fly on up to God's perfect heaven.
Fly little angel, fly!
The pain you felt is now all done,
and you've gone to meet the Son.
Fly little angel, fly!
Oh, darling life, how you did shine!
You'll forever be in this heart of mine!
Fly little angel, fly!

~Elizabeth Fortner

Please pray for the dedicated caregivers of one very special little girl as they grieve her loss
check her out here:
Sometimes we just can't stop the flow
these tears that fall
and understanding
just doesn't come

flow sweet flow of tears
for each tear's kept
by the One who understands 

one day He will reveal all

but for now
weep sweet ones
until you can weep no more

remember her beauty
your dreams for her

they are all complete
in Him now
she smiles with Him

and awaits
your journey

until then
live dear ones
and the hugs you would have given her 

fit them well around another
love deep
dear ones
always there is someone

to build your dreams upon

until that day when we shall see Him
face to face
and all shall be

blessings little one
the gift is that you came to us at all

we will hold that moment


my favourite things/cast shadows God's brightness

the cold has lifted
as thick soft wetness
covers the mounds of winter hardness
meters packed high
melted down three times
and now this fresh falling
is perfect for tongue catching
as it drifts effortlessly
clad in ballet slippers
and tutus
each flake a dance
to God's nightsong of
quiet rest and peace over the farm

from two farms over
fields large and cattle many
phoned to say a large lone wolf
tried to gain a calf
now all such young put away safe
the large lone wolf gone away empty
I should watch my herds of wandering goats he said
all resting now in the fold
Blue and Sam dogs guarding
them fenced high
angels watching

I went out with warm water for
five horses
twenty seven goats
one duck
seven chickens
one rabbit
two dogs
all pleased with the -17C
frost melted on inside windowsills
warm wetness welcome
Christmas and Easter Cacti
ready now to throw open their bloom

my face uplifted to catch the
wet flakes
cool on my flushed face

I scratched each horse
let them lick my bare hands
shared words of friendship
and how much I love them
prayed they would keep safe from hungry wolves
who must also eat

snow falling
horse Rudy dozy
as he faces into the Northern sky
white stretched soft across his back
like an appaloosa
not the son from
the line of  Man O War
that he is

then walking home praising the One who gives all this
I saw the shadows caught up in the quiet of the night
soft waves across the snowy banks
layers of soft darkness
resting upon darker layers
set against the light from the house
cast with the quiet stillness of  forest branches
their shadows quilted upon the snow
exquisite God drawing
which fades
only to my eyes
as I shut the door
and turn out the lights

cast shadows
God's brightness

my favourite things