Rain

A tiny seed lies dormant waiting,
hoping,
waiting for the soothing rain.
Pickled once by time and tears,
the words of love are all it hears.
The dirt around it, parched and dark,
will not admit it needs rain too.
Full of good, but dried up, riches,
it likes to fill-up graves and ditches.

One day the rain it comes at last
The porous dirt it quenches fast.
A toughened hull will take much longer,
soaking in the precious water.

A growing seed lies swollen waiting,
hoping,
waiting for the rain to thank.
Showered now with joy and dew,
it will become itself anew.
The dirt it shines with newfound gladness
filling pots prepared for flowers.
Both renewed by living Water,
they can grow in thanks forever.

Blush

Beneath the ice, so cool and smooth
there lives a radiant blush.
It sees the world through frosty haze
and wishes it could gaze and move
closer, nearer.
Clearer seems the world below of dark and muted color.
So long in fear it hides its warmth from touching any other.

Above the blush so warm and crimson,
the ice it makes a silent prison.
The world it sees through steamy trance
and wishes it could dance a season
stronger, farther.
Harder seems the world above of birds and stars and trees.
Harder still within my heart does love so desperate freeze.

Do come quickly, warmth of Life,
before my hope grows cold.
Within the ice, so hard and cruel,
love’s blush will lose fuel.

Time

I waited today
for my life to begin.
But somehow or someway
it was late, or just me.
Today I would wake up and
know that You're there.
Today is Your love.
Today You are here.

Today is the day that
I won't have to grasp
at the hope You have graced.
I won't have to feel now
my heart, once again,
shrink in horror and pain —
at the time.
I won't have to drown in a
million of instants.
I won't have to die —
at the time.

Time, as it taunts
and time as it lures
and time as it stops
— yet my heart
breathes and yearns —
cannot care.

Where is my life?
I don't find it here.
Today is not here.
And yesterday's gone.
Please, please
do come soon.
I am all out of time.

If I am lost without You,
there is no me to find You.
So
when I reach out in the dark,
You are not there.
Without hope,
I still reach.

In the silence I hear,
it’s for my own good
how You are.
No wonder I don’t
understand.
I can’t see my own good
in the dark
when I’m lost,
without hope.

Here I am, Lord.
Let Your hope
find me.
Befriend me.