Weatherman

If you love my flowers,

   would you love my rain? 

Every time the thunder comes 

  Will you see me the same? 

If I become a cloud 

   would you watch me all day? 

Gaze at me at night 

    When I chase that milkyway? 

Nevertheless I’ll always come back

    You’ll meet me in the air

Open up my dusty heart

   And make snowflakes everywhere

 Snowflakes become a river 

   And then becomes the sea

I find my self reflecting

     the One becoming We

When you sense the forecast

   I pray that you’ll see love 

And not worry too much

    Of what’s going on above 

My seasons and my tides 

   They are where I reside 

But there is gold in the dew... 

   if you couldn’t tell already, 

     the morning makes it new.

it is a small door

a world of rigid walls,
and thank yous and pleases
something in me writhes and squeezes
please, let me out of the gray

why wont i let me out to play,
in my world far far away.
Theres something inside wishing to leave,
the overflow of something i received

a time ago, or was i child?
of trees and books and forests and wilds
the colors, sights, and all the bright lights...
no walls in my world, no room for the night

so let the colors flow and my captors know
ive seen something better than these cold white snows

the eight and the dancers,
the horse and the masters
keep my body from rot and decay
and my spirit alive another day

Grandma

Loss is a tragedy that replays every time we remember,
but memories are all we have left to embrace.
There’s no patch for the loss of someone who’s always been there,
someone to remind us that life is a gift not a race.

Death is a strange thing... the fading of a light. It takes so much Faith. I struggle to trust what I believe to be true, that what lies on the other side is there. This is my personal fight, but because I refuse to not choose, I choose to believe.

Grandmas death will affect me in many ways, it already has. She was ripped from us, a gaping ugly hole is left where she once was the hub of our happiness as a family. I believe this was an attack from the devil  of who's power will be stripped away as we grow even stronger in our faith because of it. And im angry. not at God, but at the boldness of the devil that he thinks he can take us down. I want to focus on the joy of the people around me more, make tea in the morning instead of rushing, read my bible more than facebook, take time for family over work...

I want more of gramma style love.

It makes me cry while I write to think of how far she is from us, heaven is truly higher than earth. But God is the good that redeems. He doesn't always prevent but he restores. And she has truly been restored.

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