Halls of crystal gold,
imaginative to the naked eye,
swirl hues of purple and blue,
comforting me with holiness.
In Your eyes is the light of love,
surrounding me with Your presence.
As birds hover in the sky,
wings are like a warm blanket,
and the wind like grape juice,
on a hot summer day.
The feeling of being loved is a treasure.
Rays of gold light up my heart,
to embrace it with love and joy.
In Your eyes I am beautiful,
unimaginable are the halls without me.
A child in the arms of His Father –
I am safe within the walls of Your home.
When I look into Your infinite eyes,
oceans become rivers,
penetrating me with their energy,
rejuvenating me with an endless sense of peace.
Halls of crystal gold lead me to Your throne,
where sparrows nestle in Your lap,
and lions rest at Your feet.
How come I can see You so vividly?
My heart explodes with love,
making my DNA rain down on me like confetti.
Truth like a sword cuts through me,
awareness takes over my soul,
and in one single second I know,
You are the one I live for.
Millions of Multi-colored ribbons, I gently hang them in the acorn tree, where they blow joyfully in the wind, celebrating life, birth and growth.
As the peaceful green compliments the truthful white, the trustworthy pink rejoices with the friendly yellow, red passionately loves through the mindful blue, but the spiritual purple holds them all together. One cannot exist without the other, their harmonious display creates a unity, only the heavens are aware of.
Through all the seasons of life, the million multi-colored ribbons fight, but only cooperation brings victory.
The night sets in and I enkindle My lantern, hoping that the illumination brings clarity. As I watch the ribbons fight in the wind, My children take me by the hand to encourage me. Therefore giving each of them a lantern, I help them put the lanterns in the tree, so My light expels the darkness, togetherness will bring unity, and cooperation establishes peace.
Tears bring forth joy.
Through the ashes of pain,
a rainbow colors the horizon –
hope is a glimmering in the sky.
When pain scars the heart,
screams whisper in silence,
until the earth breaks into an earthquake –
relief is the essence of tears.
An ocean of tears fills one heart,
but only through the sunshine,
the rain falls down like shimmering stars,
and the rose blooms in full bloom.
*When my mother passed away last Friday, I never thought that I would ever be able to write again. For how do you find the words in such times of grieve? How do you find the words when the woman who was your greatest love and support has gone to Jesus?
You don’t. God gives them to show you His presence and everlasting love. I am not alone! And there is a golden light at the horizon!