In a black and white world

In a black and white world

The sky is grey and gloomy,
the earth is covered in black and white,
and nature has never been this mystical.

Arches form doors to different realms,
as mountains enclose the waters.
I follow the river to the end of the horizon,
in order to find the end of my dream.

Heavy burdens way me down,
but my wings are still strong enough,
to keep me floating above the clear water.

Angels guide me along my journey,
and the Spirit leads me along the way.
All I must do is follow His guidance,
with a trust greater than the doubts in my heart.

Now I know that life is not about the dream,
but about learning to keep yourself floating,
in world that is too often black and white.

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The song of the angels

The song of the angels

 In the moonlight of the dusk,
when the earth is silent,
I hear the angels sing,
on the melody of the nightingale.

When the sunlight wakes from her slumber,
the nightingale keeps silent in the moonlight,
but the song of the angels goes on,
where the hummingbird finds her nectar.

The sweet nectar makes the soul sing,
on the song of the angels,
so we can arise the earth from her ashes,
hand in hand with the hummingbird.

Just like seeds that spread on the wind,
to cover the earth with all that lives,
joy give birth to joy,
and peace finds a resting place in the soul.

But the song of the angels goes through all the ages,
and in the eye of the storm will be peace,
so the clanking swords fall silent,
and fire disappears in her ashes.

Then the earth will be dressed in peaceful green,
and all the nations will sing hand in hand,
the song of the angels.

The Reality of Christmas

The Reality of Christmas

In advent weeks,
we buy a tree,
cover it with lights,
the decorations,
and candle light,
are a joyous fascination.
Many gifts,
in every size,
pile up underneath the tree,
with pretty bows,
and candy sticks,
it is our expectation.

Christmas is,
a feast of light,
but somehow more important,
is a table,
packed with food,
than a savior in a stable.
How can it be,
that our greatest gift,
is something bought in stores,
and not a Son,
who gave His life,
to open Heaven’s doors.

During Christmas,
every year,
my goal is to remember,
that Christmas is,
togetherness,
not just in December,
Love and peace,
for near and far,
given us,
that Christmas day.
A feast of light,
through Jesus Christ,
a baby born in hay.

 

Guardian Angel

Guardian angel

A woman who floats on the wind.
Her fire doesn’t burn me,
instead it gently soothes my soul.
Our eyes are connected,
and for one single moment,
the world stands still.

My deep slumber is interrupted,
by the fire of her worried heart.
“Awaken,
God child, wake up”!

In earnestness her fire lights up.
In loving worry her heart burns.
Darkness is lurking in the distance,
but the Light keeps my safe.

So in the stationary time,
where Heavenly spirits meet the earth,
vigilance is a shared reality.
And in one breath,
it sets in.

The dawn breathes,
the fresh air of life,
where nightmares can’t touch me.
But the morning hasn’t arrived,
and the moon still shows the night.

There under the stars,
the Lion guards with the Lam,
and me…with my guardian angel.