Sunday, March 30, 2014

A Presence

In my silent moment as I do my tasks ,
With the scent of fresh air and a sight of quiet lake , 
I can't help but weave a poem of praise
To a Presence I can never deny....

I was out in the sun doing my tasks 
These tiny little sprouts I came across as I tread the ground
A life trying to show off as if giving me a hint, 
The season has changed! Winter is gone.

The thought of Spring made me smile
As I continued my work clearing the piles   
Imagining the flowers that will come about
And how these lives were once all hidden beneath the ground

Traces of snow are still around
Yet within my range I see beauty coming from the ground
I saw this tiny maiden discreetly enjoying the sun
So prim, and proper, such a beauty without a doubt

 As I continued my walk
Look at what I've found 
Little maidens sprinkled around
They stood there without a sound

Amazing isn't it? 
The life beneath the ground
Hidden for a while in our eyes 
Yet in time will come about

Then my reflection went abound
To something deeper than the ground
The thought of Him came to me
The Beloved who came and gave us life

He lived and walked with us
He was lifted up the ground
He was fastened on the Cross
Buried in the tomb

He went underground
Saved those buried on the ground
So that rising from the ground
Eternal Life once was promised now with us

A silence does not mean an absence
Silence is a presence in the midst of absence
A presence beyond words,
At times far more stronger than any sound

My Lord whom I love
You are a presence without a doubt
Silent and hidden yet
As close as I breathe my next

I am now more convinced
That there is more in life
Than what our eyes can see
Than what our hands can touch

Beneath the ground,
Deep in my heart
There is a PRESENCE
more real, more profound

And I trust this Presence
Even to understand Him is a work of eternity
As I placed my hand and breathe my next
I know His Presence is for REAL.

And to you my friend who read my poem
I invite you to search this Presence
But it requires a silent and humble heart
For HIM to be found

"I praise you Father for you have hidden these things from the wise and learned." Matthew 11:5

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Nearness of You

You are so near, I dare not touch you
I fear to disturb our holy communion 
Oneness and intimacy that  make us one
Only with eyes closed that I could touch and hold

You are like brother sun, you keep me warm 
You are my sister moon, you keep vigil when I rest
You are the song that has no end in my ears
A sweet melody that keeps my rhythm of the day

Your  voice, your laugh, ah I hear them everyday
Your smile, your eyes they follow me everywhere
Your touch, your hands, and even the tiny pinches you do
Yes you are a presence I dare say so true

What a precious gift you are 
So much to have in my borrowed life
"In eternity ", says The Beloved 
"There", where "the nearness of you",  I will behold.

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