Sarah the Earth

How very quickly the times change
it seems only yesterday
that the snow fell silently
like crystallized tears
upon a barren world.
But the earth has awakened since then
and like Sarah is barren no more.
Instead it brings forth new life
flowers and green grass and buds
and every sort of creature
comes up from her to give colour once more.
Even the air seems different
more like warm breath
teeming with life.
Surely the Lord's favor
has shone upon her face.

Tangled up in a Thought

Ok So I know this is probably really cheesy. But I love Tangled, and I love this picture. How could the little girl in me not? And I think there are some worthwhile themes in Tangled that deserve a second glance. If you think about it, I know this is a bit of a stretch, there is a story that is untold tucked away in there. Your story, My story. You see each of us was stolen away after our birth without us even knowing it. Kept away from God by our sinful nature. And the forces of the enemy, just like mother Gothel, tried to lie to us. Tried to tell us that there was nothing else besides what was right in front of us. Tried to tell us that anything else was strange and unsafe, and that we'd best stick to what we knew. And yet, in each of us there was and is this yearning for more.
And God who wanted us back, just like Rapunzel's parents, did not give up hope. He sent us sign after sign to remind us that there was more that we didn't know about. Signs like floating lanterns. In hopes that one day we would finally step outside our tower and find Him. He never stopped sending us signs, and watching over us, no matter how much we turned away.
He even sent His son to bridge the gap. To make it so that we never had to be separated from Him again. You could say His Son was like Flynn in this movie, but He was really so much better. Jesus was not a lost thief, like Flynn but a perfect sacrifice sent to Earth to pay the price for your sin so that you and God never had to be separated again.
But sometimes we have the same problem Rapunzel did. You see after she has the first part of her adventure she goes home again. She tries to go back to living in her tower, but she can't because she knows who she is now. That she doesn't belong there. Just like we belong in relationship with God and not elsewhere. And so I hope this is like a floating lantern to you to remind you just where you belong as the daughter of the King.

Someone's Child

Tonight somewhere a child cries
not the one upstairs,
which will quickly be attended to
But somewhere far away
out of reach.
Choking sobs in an alley way
or under blanket in a bed.
Somewhere they are crying,
of hurts that run deep
and course through their veins.
Does anyone even hear?
Even though mirrors deceive
they are still someone's child
and in the deep recesses of their heart
long to beheld once more
in secure hands.

Snowy Morning

This morning is silent.
There is no sound
of footsteps in the hall
of showers or sinks
of alarm clocks
or birds.
There is only snow
drifting placidly down
soundless upon the grey backdrop.
My feet are cold on the tiles
my breath in the air.
Perhaps it happened last night
I would not even know
if everyone left and I,
I was left behind here.
In a world that is silent
and gets colder and colder and colder
a world that is empty
of possibilities; of joy
like color leeched out.
A world where I am alone,
it goes by the name hell.
And yet here I stand
in a cold room
alive
heart still beating constant
wishing to be elsewhere.

Still Winter

Just a thought...

Like the Squirrel

I look out the window
noticing the squirrel
hopping, twitching, digging
oddly I long to hold it
soft and wild in my arms.
But like so many things
it is one my hands will never catch.
And should they, it would surely bite them.
The good I try to do
better left undone.
I am reminded that there are those things
that are better admired from a far
things that I am never meant to have, to hold.
They will always be,
much like the squirrel
out of my grasp.