A Season of Stillness

A season of stillness,
is surrounding me.
The winter is setting in,
the days are darker,
and the wind is colder.
My instinct tells me,
to turn all the way in;
to isolate myself,
until it is all over.
But I am learning,
that the best way,
to deal with this,
season of stillness,
is to listen to God,
to find His whisper,
in the cold air outside,
in family and friends,
or in the quiet moments,
when I am reading inside.
The only way through,
the stillness surrounding me,
is to understand that God,
is speaking loudest,
when the world becomes,
completely silent!

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The Unpredictable Life

How can I describe,
the look in Your eyes,
full of a wisdom,
I do not understand.

The unpredictable life,
springing from a fountain,
of what seems like,
an eternal youth,
can only be seen,
through Your eyes.

I read the words,
You have written down,
and try to wrap my mind,
ever so carefully around it,
but it feels so pointless,
because I do not possess,
the divine wisdom,
that You have.

So, all I can do is trust You,
and take Your hand,
because You are the only one,
who know the best steps,
to get me into the promised land.

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A Great Metaphor for Life

Pumpkin and spices,
coffee in cozy cafes,
and blankets on sofas,
that used to be bare.

The first hearths are lit,
and candles burn,
spreading their soft light,
in rooms that slowly,
become darker.

Autumn is a time,
of going in,
shutting the door,
and reflecting on life.
And as we try to defeat,
the days getting darker,
by spreading our light,
I think, it is a great metaphor,
for our whole life.

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Hot Air Balloon

In a hot air balloon
hanging
like a red rose
above my head
I oversee the land
my life
and all that is in it
Sheep
like needle points
Houses
like small pebbles
and roads like
an effortless stitch
on an embroidered patchwork
On the ground
I only see the threads
but up here
I finally understand
where life is taking me

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