When the rosebuds came in bloom

When the rosebuds came in bloom

In an instant,
life disappears.
In flight,
it returns to me.

Searching for rosebuds,
I hold a white pearl in my hand,
but all I find is the bees nectar.
How many magnifiers will bring me back?

The spring is softer,
than the autumn storm.
In each drop,
I see a divine reflection,
while human lives,
haunt me in my dreams.

 If acceptation is a short road,
why then have I run for miles?
If I could escape my biggest nightmare,
I could catch the bubbles in the sea.

My road has been too long,
I can feel the angels watching me,
and a million wings strike across my face.

Then at the hand of the Father,
I notice,
that the white pearl in my hand,
has gently changed me,
when the rosebuds came in bloom.

when the rosebuds came in bloom

 

The Giant Tree

The Giant Tree

The bare trees die,
to gain back life in the spring.
Bald in their battle to survive,
they take on a glorious splendor,
when the fruit touch the branches,
and blossoms paint the landscape,
in bright vibrant colors.

Deep in the ground,
roots are the essence of life.
an armor against the storm.
Further and deeper they dig,
until strength is not a question,
but the answer to life.

The Giant Tree,
in the middle of the garden,
the only survivor among its kind,
feeds and shelters wildlife.
Where Life gives life-
sharing His blossom-love,
the wisdom of His roots-
fruit will grow.

The small fragile roots,
intertwine in The Giant Tree’s,
growing in His shadow,
learning His wisdom.
There I grow into a tree,
to spread the blossom-love,
that He laid upon my branches.

Blossom-love spreads,
on a spring-day,
when the sun turns,
and the shadows,
are no longer a sanctuary,
but a revelation of light,
to bear fruit for the garden,
of The Giant Tree.
the giant tree

For if  we have been united together in the likeness of His death,
certainly we also shall be in the likeness of His resurrection!
Romans 6:5
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the clouds

As my dad and I were driving down a mountain in Switzerland (near Luzern), we noticed this incredible view right by a parking spot. The clouds had descended into the valley. It was as if we were standing on the clouds. It was amazing. On the same parking spot many people were taking pictures and a small group of 4 people were recording a music video. The view was so special that it had to be admired. As we were driving further down the mountains, after we thoroughly enjoyed the view, I was so inspired that words automatically darted across my mind. As my dad was driving, I wrote the words down. The words formed this poem that I am sharing with you today. Enjoy!

On the clouds

My heart leaps for joy,
on the clouds of Heaven.

My heart dances in faith,
I sing praises to Your name.

My heart falls in love,
and our souls become one.

On the clouds I scream Your name,
in the echo I hear my own.

When my soul dances with You,
the clouds do not dissolve,
and our love lives,
an eternity.

 

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