Author: soulsails

Retired lab tech, wife, mother and grandmother. Devout follower of Christ!

Rest

Rest

That physical pump
Inside my chest
Someday will stop
As my fragile shell
Receives its eternal rest

In peace I pray 
I will be allowed to go
If while on earth
That is what 
I tried to sow

Enter God's rest
You children of the King
Rise up in joy
On the back of 
His great eagle's wings

Rise in spiritual prosperity
As you prance, dance forever
In God's joyfilled gaiety

My Shell!

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My Shell!

This Physical shell
It's tight
Restricts, constrains
Squeezes
So stiff it creaks
Knocks me almost
to my knees

At times full of disease
Mild or strong
Impairing a song
Meant for us to sing
About earth's risen King
To call Jesus by name
That was always
Of Eternity, its goal, it's aim

Oh, this Physical shell
Only time will tell 
When I will be released 
From the intense heat
Of its determined grip
Ah, that will be a Paradise most complete!

Flowers

Flowers

Flowers flitter, float and twist
Spinning at water’s edge
Suspended in fluid life
Until a force, unidentifiable

Pushes, they’re caught in
Torrents of an energy
Out of control, blindly
Ripping at everything

Multi-hued and rushing
Entrapped in wildly straining
At times, mad,
Ceaselessly rushing waters

Of life, labor, loss, pain
Flowers follow, bobbing
Tossed and thrown
Waters almost overwhelming

Losing a few small strays
Of petals, delicate against
The flow, deluge swirling
Forcing them to dance

At last, the journey’s end
Uncertain, perhaps unsafe
The water tumbles, falls over
An abyss of rock’s sharp edge

The flowers cling, clutch
Tenacious to hold the liquid
Surface, then in FAITH
They release and reach

For a hitherto unknown
Place, in air,
It lifts, they let go
And rise to fly back home!

Phillippians 3:20-21 ESV But our citizenship is in heaven and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.

Daniel 12:2 ESV / 8 helpful votes 

And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

Tears

Tears

Many tears
Upon the earth do fall
Many voices raise
Laments, they call

God hears each word
Each whispered thought
Within His own heart’s walls
Are they forever caught

Does He do the same
For all our tears
As they release
All our pain, our fears

Does He gather
Each tear as it drops
Into His loving hands
Do they make their final stop?

Does He perhaps return
All tears back to His earth
From whence they came
So they new life may seek to reclaim
To water the plants 
For our souls do the same
If so,
it only goes to remarkably show
That even tears can make things grow!!