A Magical World

A magical world

The falling leaves fly on the wind,
creating a magical world all around me,
where I can suddenly sense the unseen.
Like angels flying on the wind,
the yellow leaves find their place,
on the floors of a broken world.

As I sense the first winter snow,
my heart fills up with the scent of Christmas,
where an open fire warms my soul,
and a deer calmly walks through the first snow.
The winter forest is an empty land,
where the ending waits for a new beginning,
as children fill the air with their laughter.

My mind is lost in this magical world,
and quickly wanders off to unknown places,
in search of undiscovered bulbs of wisdom.
As I mindlessly dance through this magic land,
I find my laughter in the highest tree,
where a red kite is stuck in the bare branches,
and a million red robins are there to release it.

Where peace dwells on the lowest grounds,
love flies up in the highest skies creating rainbows,
where blue tits pick snowflakes with their beaks,
bringing them like small gifts to the ground,
where children receive them with the greatest joy.
In this magical world where everything is possible,
the greatest possibilities are brought,
to the smallest places on earth.

A magical world

Riding the waves

Riding the waves

The waves rise and fall,
washing ashore the white foam,
creating rainbows in the sky.

The load beatings of the waves,
hitting the unmovable rocks,
numb my ears until their deaf.

Today is the perfect day,
to ride the stormy waves,
on the bluest ocean I have ever seen.

My hands become one with the water,
moving me from place to place,
until there is absolutely no escape.

An adrenaline rush,
is your heart exploding with pure joy,
as your stomach somersaults with delight.

With my board steady underneath my feet,
I move the water and the water moves me,
until I am in an endless tunnel.

Today is the perfect day,
to ride the stormy waves,
on the bluest ocean I have ever seen.

Riding the waves

 

 

 

Worship

Worship

Love is a heart on fire,
where passion colors the soul red.
Inextinguishable is the joy,
of a heart that knows how to love.

When Your hands hold me,
I feel safe enough to let my guard down.
Comfortable in my own skin
I play in a pool of  shallow water,
where amusement makes me sing.

Wherever I go,
You are with me.
Wherever I am,
You hold me tight.
Wherever I was,
is simply forgotten –
forgiven is the heart that lives in love.

You are my passion.

You are my anchor in the storm.

Your light guides me home.

Worship is simply a love song.

 

 

 

Overjoyed

Overjoyed

A fountain of pure joy,
springs in the depth of my heart.
I dance and I sing,
love songs on joyful melodies.
I fly without wings,
with my feet firm on the ground.
Floating on the wind,
I spread my arms,
and embrace the spring.
I am drunk with joy,
yet alcohol has not  touched my lips.
Looking into Your eyes,
I can see You smile –
Your heart falls in love.
In this fountain of pure joy,
I can see Heaven opening up,
and the rain of Your love,
pours down on my lifted heart.

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The Librarian

The Librarian

Scrolls with endless pages,
creates anticipation through joy.
Impatience is a patient companion,
in one breath I can see the universe,
the history and the future.

Libraries with books collect dust,
a library with scrolls collect wisdom,
that pours down like spring rain,
from the fountain of life-giving water,
where emptiness is an unfamiliar word.

Commas expect another story,
quotation marks read between the lines,
exclamation marks express significance,
but question marks are only questioning themselves.

Unnoticed is the fleeing doubt in wisdom,
Unseen are the misunderstandings in my sight,
for clarity is written in every scroll,
understood by even the smallest mind.

The key in my hand is held close to my heart,
I breathe in the unexplainable joy of light,
for this is the place where I belong,
this is the place where my soul becomes,
the librarian.

A joyful winterland

A joyful winterland

 A white blanket covers the earth,
with countless dots of cotton wool.
The cool arctic winds blow through my hair,
releasing my inner-child to the world.

 Laughter is an echo,
that illuminates the darkness.
The white snow is a wall,
that reverberates the sounds,
in silence.

 The endless land provides peace.
Covered in its white blanket,
snow angels come to life,
in thousand different colors.
Angel voices fill the sky,
only to be heard,
in the silent winter sound.
Do you hear the soft sound in the air?

 My bare feet touch the white floor,
as my white robe sweeps the snow.
My life is an eternity,
my joy an endless well of love.
In a wishful moment,
the winter land remains,
and I play forever.

 My Father’s hand touches my heart,
the same way He touched the land,
when it became white.
A tickling sensation,
fills Heaven with shrieks of joy.

 In this joyful winter land,
love has turned peace,
into laughter.

winter 2017