Autumn

I didn't write this one but wanted to post it because it's one of my favorites.

Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all the other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one...it's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, hold up all this falling.

Rainer Maria Rilke
(Translated from the German by Robert Bly).

I Love How...

I love how I can move the heart of the almighty God with just my voice.

I love how I have everything I need and then some (ok, a lot).

I love how God doesn't give me everything I want.

I love how I'm constantly knocked over the head, to wake up and realize God's goodness to me.

I love how I can't depend on myself or anyone else for my every need in life.

I love how I can't fully understand the depth of God's love for me.

I love how I don't have to do or say anything for God to love me, He just does.

I love how God knows me better than I know myself.

Sleep

I started dozing off with my sandals on while thinking of you.
Couldn't picture your face clearly, just some parts
and perhaps your eyes
but I've only seen you twice in my life so I didn't expect much.

Two beautiful days in a far off land stand as a fading memory in time and space
just the moment you left....s l o w l y escaping this heart that felt so much.

I reach out to grab a hold of it but within each attempt
slipsthroughmyhand
through every finger
straight into nothing.
Filed away
into my collection of false hopes and feelings.

I'm trying to recall why I thought you were the one, but can't.
The computer and telephone won't help me much either.

Frustration settles in as I then realize I am my own enemy.
So I fling off my sandals and fall asleep.

Searching

I make my way into the forest to find You
Behind all crevices and up into the trees
I'm searching for You, I know You're here.
Maybe within the rustling of the leaves
Or inside of this cave
I'll hear you speak to me loud and clear.
...Just blow the trumpets
Shout in my ear!
Wave a red flag in my face
Do what it takes because sometimes I'm blind
And I don't listen very well.
Send me the smallest love letter in the shape of a star,
Blaze it across the night sky and illuminate my heart.
The radiance would have to be concealed with a veil
Like Moses wore after he caught a glimpse of Your glory.
Then, as I stop and stand still
I listen to Your creation buzzing and spinning around me
And am satisfied whether I see You or not
Because I know You love me.

2007