Firefly,
Like a firefly I follow light,
to catch it with my heart,
I keep it safe and hold it tight,
so we will never be apart.
Like a firefly I hold the light,
to share it with the earth,
so day will never turn to night,
and light will give the living mirth.
Like a firefly I spread the light,
for every soul to see,
the Origin that makes it bright,
the Holy One that set me free.
Gentle force.
Love shows directions,
but my feet weakly stumble.
The bird shows the way,
if only I would follow him.
Light shows the path,
but my eyes are searching for another.
At the crossroad of life,
I wonder when I lost my way,
and ignoring the signals,
my soul loses its destination.
Love shows directions,
in the lost signals.
The bird waits for its time.
The light waits for its cue.
When I least expect it,
wings of light touch me,
pushing me in the right direction.
When I least expect it,
Your light opens my eyes,
to see the signs in front of me.
When I least expect it,
You plant a seed deep in my heart,
growing me in Your light.
Directions are found,
in the signs of love,
where it guides you,
with gentle force.
Every word
Effortless are the words, I write.
Like oxygen that bubbles to the surface,
ready to be released to the world,
Your words are nestled in my heart,
like young birds ready to fly out.
Closing my eyes, I listen.
I hear Your voice in the wind,
in the birds in the air,
in the many faces I connect with.
I listen to Your voice,
wherever I go.
My pen is my only companion.
Without paper I cannot leave the house.
I write with my heart.
I write from the soul.
The words from You, Father,
have become my own.
Poem after poem,
letter after letter,
word after word.
I connect with You.
I learn from You.
I remember You.
Effortless are the words, I write.
The oxygen that fills my heart,
bursts out into the world.
The power is not my own,
I cannot take credit for the words.
All I can do is write them down.
I breathe Your words,
and with love I release it like a dove,
into a world who needs You.
Let Your words touch the hearts,
open the hearts for Your love,
pour out Your generous mercy,
so Your light will attract the faces,
of all of Your children.
Father, I am Your daughter,
seeking Your children.
And for every heart I find,
I write,
every word.
Gineke van Keulen 