Rhythm of Life
The sand trickles down like a soft breeze crumbling into your lungs. Your hands let every pellet loose through gravity . . . falling and crashing, rising and leaving . . . The tide reaches you.
The surf flows in and drags back out.
The wind breaks softly and doubles back to breathe again.
What is the rhythm of your life?
Something beautiful drains itself to fill itself again like . . . the ocean . . . a giant glass raining with ideas and memories to be spoken and used drop by drop.
Life is meant to be used and lost . . . dropped and dragged . . . only to return to the shore it began with . . . only to realize that it’s in going that it truly comes back to life . . .
That sand tarnished by lissome feet has been swept away, clean again, because of the raining flight and the cold-cool plight of the waves that come back again.
What is the rhythm of your life?
Do your waves wash upon the sea, trying to paw at the rocks and sands that stretch on for miles, without returning to your Ocean?
Do your waves bask in the sun, too intent on being comfortable in that large Ocean to venture out onto the beach that has no comfort or rhythm?
Listen to the ring of the ocean’s rush, shushing your hushing voice that answers its sound . . . calling to you to return your waves to the Sea . . . only to be brought back to the sand . . . only to be washed anew for another rhythmic beat . . . called life.
A Night To Watch The Stars
Night comes . . .
Slowly . . .
Gently . . .
Like a comfort, a blanket fall
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upon your toes to knees to expectant nose . . .
Across your eyes . . .
it roams . . .
Dancing fireflies . . .
light the skies . . .
Capture-worthy . . .
take note prithee . . .
A still wisp, a chuckle of a breeze whisks by through the rustle of the hushing lush leaves . . .
Cool . . .
Retelling stories of the sky and how it gleams so gray these days and ev’nings spun so by and by . . .
Breeze . . .
at ease . . .
A heartbeat creeps, pulses in fingers drawn taut to please . . .
No moon . . .
s’too soon . . .
Look up and ponder the artist’s brush . . .
Leaves fill the sky like starlight . . .
So bright . . .
Squint and the swaying branches dance to an unheard melody of far away . . .
rhythmic beats catch the breeze inside, at bay . . .
Look down around and blinking away the blurry trees resumes to focus the life of a dusk all abloom in us . . .
Dreams must feel this way . . .
fully hazed and still falling in motion to be saved . . .
a haze of ways so long . . .
blurry dreams and wishes like a song . . .
A whisk, a breeze like cars to pass . . .
This is a night to watch the stars gleam like glass.
Early mornings
God got me up early this morning . . . to see His majesty.
Beautiful doesn’t even describe how much warmth and glory exudes from Him.
The sun spritely waves its length across my face, and how warm and chilling these rays sink into my bones. Solitude.
Have you ever experienced solitude with God? It’s more than a picture perfect moment where silence reigns. It’s a silence from your heart that really fits the puzzle. Rest in your mind, relax in your heart, let loose your tension in your muscles, and wake your ears to hear the sound of God’s cooing voice – the voice of a small whisper . . . like a dove . . . yet powerful.
His words whisper to you throughout the day. But, do you ever take the time of solitude to realize what He’s saying to you?
I sat on the back steps, washed in sunshine, trying to put my mind at ease. Dogs barking, cars whirring, birds chirping . . . in the background. But, what’s at the forefront of my mind? My eyes close . . . sunshine sears behind my lids. Speak Lord, for Your servant is listening . . . is hearing . . . is waking my ears to wander into Your words.
Solitude.
Sunshine.
Rest.
Refresh.
Rest.
Sunshine.
Solitude.
