What it takes

It's a little late to be looking back, and it's foolish to try. Because nothing good ever came from spending your life obsessing over the "how comes" and "why's". It fell out like a novel, or sit-com, and life panned out in slow-mo. As sanity crawled, squirming from beneath the heavy thoughts going on below. What do I really know? Haven't I learned enough already? Should I have to endure these things, when there are souls to be saved and children to hold. Barriers to break down, and standards to up-hold. Damn my foolish pride, and any understanding I think I own. Yes, curse; curse the day I think I don't need God. Fall over on my face and seek Him, in His grace. This, and I will be whole.

Autumn

From my humble beginnings, You've always seen
The truth behind my exteriors, beyond my vibrant green
Since the day that I broke free, and dazled with the dew
There has been no one who knows me, no one knows me like You

Over time I grew to sizes, so small compared to You.
But small gives birth to small, and so what did i do?
I spread myself wide to stretch out and look below,
Still my beauty faded, it fades much faster than I know.

The seasons quickly change, from warm breeze
to cloudy storms. And through all these i weathered,
Despite my frailness You wouldn't let me be torn.
My smallness, it's joyous, as my stem rises up to You
It's what I was created for, it's everything that I do.

And now? It's my end, as I've finally come to stand,
Solely pointing ever upward, only looking to Your hand.
Somehow as my exterior has gone, to reveal who i am inside,
You have made me beautiful, and will carry me on Your winds, and i will be satisfied.

Morning

Early. Much too early. The sun hasn't even woke up yet.
Pull the covers up, over my head.
Cold. That's new. I don't have to go far to see my breath float on the air.
Still, I'll just pull the covers up over my head.
Who? Pulls the sun up from sleep to swap with the moon?
And who captures the cool air in winter, and tames it to His will?
Who grasps warm summer breeze and cages it till Spring?
Strange. How somethings are so common. Even miracles.
Light. Oh, the sun! Come cover me with warm, with light.
It's pulling up, over my head. I get out of bed.

"... so that from the rising of the sun to the place of its setting men may know there is none besides me. I am the LORD, and there is no other." Isaiah 45:6