I know I posted this a while back, but I thought it deserved a fresh look.

Listening for the Rain

Trusting God is scary
When your path leads through quicksand.
Holding on to faith is hard
When the fires are being fanned.

It’s tough to face the fury
Of a storm that rages round,
When the Father’s voice is silent
And there’s no land to be found.

When hope has no more meaning
In a world weighed down with fear,
And you find you’re in the darkness
Doubt and sadness all you hear.

Only when the fire is hottest
And the blade made almost nil,
Is it ready to be molded
By the Master of the steel.

Like clay becomes a vessel,
Not by moving left or right,
But by spinning on a stone
Yielding to a potter’s sight.

So when the way ahead is shrouded
And there’s silence from the throne,
Understand that God is working
And that seeds are being sown.

So hold on to faith and courage
And do not bow your head to doubt,
For our Father has it all
And His rain will follow drought.

Rebecca

Journey Home

What do you do
When you're a long way from home,
Though living the adventure
Of a soul born to roam?

What keeps you going
When dreams turn to smoke?
Where you are dosen't matter
When your heart starts to choke.

When adventure seems empty
And loniliness desends,
When you find you're surrounded
By strangers, not friends?

But back from the journey
The familiar's still wrong,
As empty as you left it
And your heart turns to stone.

Becki
1/23/09

Slow Burn

No explosion of passion to mark its birthing.
No frenzy and flash as it consumes all in its path.
No desperate clinging as it resists the finale.
No wild prairie wind to make it race against the sky.
No dry brittle grass to feed its flame and intensity.
No suffocating smoke turning everything to ash.

This fire that was started by an unintended spark
Was deliberately banked and covered to put out,
But continued to smolder deep down in the heart
Until one day a whisper rose up from the ash
And steadily grew to a simple campfire.
No flash, no greed, no desire to consume,
Only a simple warming camp light,
Destructive element tamed now by love.
Learning to accept its life as it burns
Here only to give, and then to go out.

01/09/09

Crossroads

Funny how I thought I knew
What love and pain were all about?
I swore that no matter what
I would not pass this way again.
To guard my heart was my intent
To keep it safe within myself
But somehow in the unplanned night
I lost it without meaning to
Only to find it shattered in pieces
Dropped by hands that never meant to harm
Three times in my life
I have written this poem
First in college, then the Upper Room,
But I never dreamed that it all could end
When trying so hard to do what was right?
It is for the best, I know that’s true
I am not what he needs to fill his life
And he would be so sad to know
That he was the reason for this pain.
So I will do my best to hold my tongue
And never tell him how I feel,
But how do I find the strength to face tomorrow
Or the day after that
When the last of my hope
Walked out the door and never looked back?
Selfish I know to think of myself,
But facing the shadows in the endless night
Without any light to give me hope
I find not the strength to rise above
Drowning in an ocean of loss and alone in the dark.
I only have one thing left to hold
My faith that God will end this pain
And will somehow bring back the light.
For time, despite the words old wives would bring,
Does not heal wounds that go this deep
And only God can bring me peace.

01/01/09