Hope Rises in a Sunset

Sunsets beckon this time of year. That burst of color at the end of the day perks up an otherwise-drab landscape. 

The earth draws in warmth from the sun, and holds the heat like kindling.

Soon the trees and grasses will dispel the deadness and spring forth with new life. May this be true of us, also.

Lift up the light of Your countenance upon us, O Lord. You have put more joy in my heart than when their wheat and new wine have yielded abundantly. In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for You, Lord, alone make me dwell in safety and confident trust.
–Psalm 4: 6-8 

 

I Used To Be Someone Else

Inspiration Monday VIII prompt:
Come and play along!

I USED TO BE SOMEONE ELSE

I used to be a little girl
With blond curls
Living in a care-free world.

Then I became a teen
Gullible and green
Beauty unseen.

Twenties brought something more,
Husband, daughter, retriever, Lord
Safe and secure.

Thirties, decade of loss
Bearing the cross
Silver from dross.

Forties were a torrent
Time spent
Not sure where it went.

The fifties arrived
Still alive
Beginning to thrive.

KPC Writers Group Prompt for February 2011: A Shadow

Life’s path meanders to and fro

Curving just so

To mountains high and valleys low.

At times the sun’s warmth may sear

And then the dark storm clouds appear.

Do we clutch our hearts and faint in fear?

Or do we reach for the Saviour’s Hand that’s near?

His rod and staff

Do comfort bring

As He leads us toward that eternal spring.

When shadows fall

Across our path

Do we fear impending wrath?

Do we listen to the lies of one

Who would tell us we are all alone…

And for our sins we must atone?

Or do we lift our eyes

And look upon

The Face of God,

Christ Jesus, the Son?

Who said we’d never walk alone,

He’d come alongside

As we press on.

Do you know how His story goes?

That He paid the debt

He did not owe?

His blood became the sacrifice

That carries us

From Death to Life.

Life’s path meanders to and fro

Curves just so

To mountains high and valleys low.

Which way, will YOU go?

–by Patti S. Jarrett