it is good
really
all this dreaming
and wondering
and hoping
and praying
I could not see the wind tonight
but it let itself be heard
as it rushed Autumny
through the forest
the hush of the day gone
instead my head spinning for the gustings
a warmth caught up in the coming cold
spinning together in a calypso dance
caught up in the excitement
of cherished Autumns past
remembering the waltz of the leaves
as they swoop and fall and swoop again
Sam was curled in a tight ball at the back door
I knew Blue dog would be looking for a sheltered corner near the chickens and goats
Saphira was already counting sheep in her sleep
and Canoe on the leash beside me swaying from side to side as he covered for my aged steps
his youthful gait caught up in the dance of the night
I could not see the Lord tonight
but He let Himself be heard
a still small voice in the storm
caught above the rushing of the leaves
against the night
a still sure voice
reminiscent of other nights
beneath the stars
My dear child
it is all in My hands
completely as it unfolds
it is in My hands
trust Me
all will be well
you cannot see the wind
but It is here
you may not see Me
but I Am here
trust Me
it is good
really
all this dreaming
and hoping
and praying
and to believe that
God is here
unfolding a prize tapestry
of all life
it is in the waiting
this comfort
this peace
in the waiting
my favourite things
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(photo) iron hot shoes made by my Beloved Bethany
.............when we have been tried, we shall come forth as gold
