A Poem by Dee Hartmann
Words dispelled like water being poured into water, never to be gathered together again. Thoughts that fade into space and leave no image behind of their influence or meaning. Grace to write
The lost or interrupted brush stroke that never will be. The art made from fear of humiliation rather than the power of the truth and conviction of the heart. Never to be recaptured. Grace to paint.
A dream conceived in ones heart, filled with imagination and expectation. Yet life's road leads elsewhere, our relinquishment needs peace. Grace to carry on.
The uprooted garden spills its seeds and propagates in the next season...what was, is gone, and what will be, will come. The fruits of the past have surrendered to the earth. Grace to sow.
The life that never saw light, gone before our love could fall down upon them. Gone from our embrace, but cradled now in the everlasting arms. Grace to love on.
Water into water...We know of the things that have been poured out, seeing them as separate is no more...they are a part of everything now. We live the prayers of loss and gain, God is in and of, and we shall rest in that. Grace to hope.
Words dispelled like water being poured into water, never to be gathered together again. Thoughts that fade into space and leave no image behind of their influence or meaning. Grace to write
The lost or interrupted brush stroke that never will be. The art made from fear of humiliation rather than the power of the truth and conviction of the heart. Never to be recaptured. Grace to paint.
A dream conceived in ones heart, filled with imagination and expectation. Yet life's road leads elsewhere, our relinquishment needs peace. Grace to carry on.
The uprooted garden spills its seeds and propagates in the next season...what was, is gone, and what will be, will come. The fruits of the past have surrendered to the earth. Grace to sow.
The life that never saw light, gone before our love could fall down upon them. Gone from our embrace, but cradled now in the everlasting arms. Grace to love on.
Water into water...We know of the things that have been poured out, seeing them as separate is no more...they are a part of everything now. We live the prayers of loss and gain, God is in and of, and we shall rest in that. Grace to hope.
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Thank you Dee for sharing your heart. This truly touched me. -cristin Harrell-
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