Photo by Travis Rupert
Stillness is golden
sunrise over the ocean
Oh what a morning
my eyes did behold
Needless to speak
when it seems so lonely
The silence is healing
in this oh so brief world
Serenity’s healing balm
makes me a believer
Tried to buy more time
but it had all been sold
I posted this about a year ago and it is still something I am working on…
So my youngest daughter (I have two daughters) had her first baby on March 6th…can I just tell you to say it is surreal is an understatement. This young woman, Allison, is my baby…life has come full circle once again. I know it happens every day and this cycle makes the world go around but honestly it overwhelms me. I sit and watch her hold her baby boy, Collin, and I think in my head, “did you know I held you just that way? Did you know I remember that feeling of what do I do now? I can see you with your thumb in your mouth. I can remember the color of your eyes, your distress cry, and most of all your smile.
I can tell you it is a full-heart yet empty nest feeling when your children have their own families. It is harder than the empty nest…
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I always tried to save the Lost Boy…
I could pick Him out in a crowd
His eyes look sad as if they wanted to be found
He is hurt deep inside but never makes a sound…
I always tried to save the Lost Boy…
he will never dance to someone else’s tune
he talks tough to his friends and howls at the moon
he takes care of others and will grow up too soon…
Oh the Lost Boys are blue, some are bound to lose
I pray to The One who can right all wrongs to sing His song
and fill the boy with sweet light and soul
because I know now I cannot save The Lost Boys…
Eternity golden and radiantly warm
though Winter’s blast draws near me
Sunlight beams shoot through my vision
I see the way so clearly
It is always summer in your presence
invincible summer that never can die
A pact between the Ancient of Days
for He is not a man that he should lie.
To abide forever in summer’s glory
to be wholly and fully alive
not through a looking-glass darkly
but clear and present my Faith will be sight
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I suddenly wake and can’t see anything
I start throwing my fear around…
I open the window
I look for the sun for any signs of the spring
and then I can breathe again
I can feel each Holy breath…
I hear my babies laughing
I smell roses drifting on the breeze
Deep inside a sweet voice whispers
what have you to fear?
and then I can breathe
I can feel each Holy breath…
At night I gaze up into the heavens
I hear someone call my name
I laugh at the man in the moon
and peace comforts me again
and then I can breathe
I can feel each Holy breath
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I lie down under the burden
of the courage that I lack
For you to see the sin in me
cannot be taken back
It is my greatest fear at times
you might finally know
The dark and filth I tasted once
I never want to show
Exposure of who I really am
could it drive your love away?
After all you’re only human
dare I hope that you would stay?
The truth of exposure that I fear
is a mystery not of loss
But a debt that is fully paid
willingly hung upon a Cross
Photo by Renato Mu
This is where I leave you my bright and beautiful child
You won’t know my pain of letting go at least not for a while
I had dreamed that we would always be this free
But now I know you will not have the same dreams as me
A living ache piercing to such depth I have never known
That you would ever think me less than the one who loves you so
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Once I was the girl on the side street flashing in and out of the dark. I was taught a role to play for the well being of my family and for my Dad’s livelihood. I played it well. Such a mix of tender family moments peppered with the fear that maybe Jesus didn’t really come for me…
…now the ocean’s wind catches each regret, each sin, and sorrow throwing it into the eternity of a perfect God to be forever forgotten. In the light of the moon a young woman, who thought the stars would stop shining above her found the Maker of the stars and the freedom and love and the lullaby when He sang a Holy song baptizing over her in waves. So now I am drifting, sailing and it was you who came for me.
On that day when the sun tipped over the edge of the earth and spilled colors like buckets of orange, pink, and violet as a reminder of the power of Holy light. The young woman once ravaged and scarred by guilt and shame found joy in the warmth of The Son. Lifted from the darkness you came for me. You hold me in your arms and by your own wounds, scars, and stripes you heal me. The girl on the side street finally came home…
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All her colors run together on the floor…
she has been here so many times before
She is sure this time they will stone her
Condemnation beats in her heart and her soul is torn…
His gentle words were more than she had hoped for…
He bent down in the dirt and wrote a word
He spoke gently lifting her face to see Heaven
“No one here can condemn you anymore…”
All the colors of New life swirled around her at once
Blood red drops in the dirt became white as snow
the blue of the sky filled with angels singing “gloria! ”
He said, ” your sins are forgiven now you are whole… “
1975
She is still keen on being loved for who she is inside
Her gray – blue eyes can still cut through a room looking for true hearts
and she still feels poetry in music and loves a Rocky Mountain high…
I’ll raise a silver chalice to the girl I was in my youth
She is always with me never far from where I am
and she loves the life she is given walking strongly in the Truth…
Her thoughts still flow on paper and she still gazes at the stars
A few times we have both flown too close to the Sun
I am older now and wiser and that girl is never far…
Jill Autrey Dorman 