Thanks Giving

A Poem By Kyleigh // 11/17/2018

The hills are alight with amber
The aspen with gold aflame
Sunlight trickles through shimmering shadows
Setting the river ablaze.

White peaks above the cotton clouds
Billowing puffs against jagged stone
And the rhythm of traffic
A call to breathe.

Trumpet mutes vintage carols
Low brass echoes the sorrow of joy
A load of exhaustion lifted by love
Mothering the wife of her boy.

Scent of towering, swooping cedar
Evergreen overhanging ankle-deep leaves
Swish and crumple beneath tiny boots
Brushing luscious moss astride fallen trees.

Blue-eyed wonder
Shrieking delight
whispers of joy
from bouncy beds at night.

Bristling pride at faithful rebuke
Softened by unrelenting love
Becomes humility on both sides
Grace of the Father from above.

A God who weeps
A God who sees
Redeems the pain
So skillfully

Stoops to lift
His wand’ring sheep
His broken hands
The wounded keep.

Comments

Kyleigh, I think this is very

Kyleigh, I think this is very beautiful :) I loved your lines:
Blue-eyed wonder
Shrieking delight
whispers of joy
from bouncy beds at night.

Thank you for sharing! I have been pondering God's graciousness recently, and your last stanzas especially stood out to me.

Libby | Tue, 11/20/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

:)

Thank you, Libby! I've been trying to slow down and wonder and have found so many moments I've wanted to put down on paper.

Kyleigh | Tue, 11/20/2018

Breath=gone

"Stoops to lift
His wand’ring sheep
His broken hands
The wounded keep."

This poem is absolutely beautiful. <3 I have limited words.

Heather Jones | Tue, 11/20/2018

psalm 84:10 esv / *thumbs-up*

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