The first day of March,
I notice the first buds,
on the dead-looking plants.
The first signs of spring,
waiting to bloom,
in all her colors.
It reminds me that,
even when life seems hopeless,
when the days are grey,
and my heart feels dull,
there is new life waiting to grow,
and new chances waiting,
for me to find them.
It reminds me,
there is always hope!
In a world,
so full of herself,
love is forgotten,
and the young one,
only knows herself.
Allow the eyes,
to be opened.
Allow the heart,
to bloom in a garden,
with more flowers,
than just one.
In an embrace,
we can find,
so much more,
than our own heart.
In one embrace,
in one act of love,
we can find,
the whole world,
in bloom.
The sun shines on the earth,
and touches my cheeks,
with the warmth of her light.
I hear birds singing songs.
I see flowers grow,
in a million different colors,
dancing on the music,
of God’s joyful wind.
Butterflies are born in my heart,
and released on the words,
of my poetic prayers.
Heaven is a beautiful place,
where the light never dims,
and humans never fight.
Where hunger does not exist,
illness has no place to live,
and children never grow old,
without the love of a parent.
I see a world better than my own,
where my soul clearly knows,
the beatings of my own drum.
To see God in a ray of Holy Light,
smiling at me in my own dreams,
is a delight I never took for granted.
But to see it with my own eyes,
is a dream I cannot wait to happen.
Out of control are the thoughts,
which cannot be controlled.
I search for peace in a chaotic world,
and cry myself asleep at night,
in the darkness of the earth.
I long to rest on the wings of a robin,
and lean against her orange chest,
listening to her heartbeat,
that so easily rocks me to sleep.
Snow falls unexpectedly,
and I enjoy the silence of the world.
Only the echo of God’s voice,
reflected in the roots of nature,
released by the greens leaves of spring,
find their way to my mind,
and loosen the endorphins,
that have hidden for so long.
Once again, I sleep underneath,
the safe wings of a robin,
and listen to the music of her heartbeat,
echoing through this messy world.
In the silence of the moment,
when the walls close in on me,
and I hear my own heart scream,
I listen to the heartbeat of the Holy Spirit,
and the fire of His love,
finally sets me free.
An autumn rain of yellow leaves,
celebrates the season in my soul,
and waits for winter to come.
I look up at the clouds in the sky,
where one lost butterfly passes by.
I reach out my hand to Heaven,
trying to grasp the hand of God,
as in the painting of Michelangelo,
but in my case with clothes on.
Words can come in many ways,
like arrows that pierce your soul,
or an uplifting consolation,
that makes you happy,
but the words of God are both.
Two in one, they pierce my soul,
and fill my heart with indescribable joy.
I wish, I could explain what it is like,
to hold the hand of God,
but it is an experience to be discovered.
It is an adventure to be lived,
that can only be felt,
by the one brave enough to face Him.
My heart pierces with love,
and my gratitude rises up like smoke,
from a burnt offering I made,
in the heart of the Lord’s Temple.
The feeling of my bare feet walking,
on the golden, glass floor of Heaven,leading me to God’s throne,
is an indescribable joy,
that still fills my heart and makes it whole.
I wish, I could tell you what it’s like,
but you have to discover it for yourself,
and I challenge you to give it a go.
Allow God to walk into your life,
so, you can walk into Heaven,
with a pure heart and a clear mind,
to learn about the love,
only God can show.
Emptying
everything that once was
to make place
for everything
that is to come.
A free mind
and a free heart
allow new friendships
and new love
to enter
into an old home
that is perfectly
cleaned out.
With arms wide open
I welcome you in
With a heart
filled with expectations
I welcome change!
All the poems written on the blog belong to Gineke van Keulen. If you want to use it, please ask permission, or give her credit. Thank you!
You are only young once!
something you only realize,
when you are old enough to understand,
there is no going back.
Tears mix with laughter,
as memories flood my mind,
presenting themselves like photographs,
yellow and almost falling apart.
Time has gone by so fast,
and only now, I wish, I could turn it back.
People have come and gone.
I would give the world,
to see them one more time!
On my grandfather’s knee,
or next to my dad eating nectarines,
while having a picknick on the grass.
I would give everything to see,
my mom laugh one more time!
The essence of gratitude,
is knowing that once a memory is made,
it never really comes back.
Written by: Gineke van Keulen
Written today: 20 July 2024
Inside a shell,
a pearl grows.
Inside a cocon,
a butterfly is born.
Deep within the earth,
gold is formed.
The point is,
in order for beauty,
to take shape in your life,
you have to face the darkness.
For when you struggle the hardest,
the greatest miracles happen.
When the Light seems so far away,
it is actually all around you.
Written by: Gineke van Keulen
Written on: 17 July 2024
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Thank you!
Almonds in milk.
softness comes from the heart,
seeps into the skin,
and grows like a rose,
on a beautiful summer day.
Ice Cream in cones,
the cold melts in the sun,
when love is revealed,
and spreads like ivy,
all across the world.
In a sea of love,
no mountain can stand,
darkness fades in the light,
and the cactus flower blooms,
for one whole night.
All the poetry on this page belongs to Gineke van Keulen. Ask before using! Thank you!
I feel the wind
gently brushing my hair,
and the sun on my skin,
warming my soul,
from the outside in.
I feel content,
sitting here,
by myself,
with the city sounds,
playing in the background.
I feel a love,
deep in my heart,
that deepens,
with each moment.
I feel connected,
more than ever before,
to God,
and to myself.
I want to be here,
in this place,
where I embrace,
the gentleness of life.
Then I realize,
for the first time,
this is what peace,
feels like!
Gineke van Keulen 