Life....

Life moves in its own rhythym with ebbs of tranquility
When with little warning a storm hits
Rearranging or shattering the pattern we've become accustomed to
The walls we've created crumble in a single stroke
Leaving us awakened to the fragility of life
Wanting to escape the pain we find no relief
Sadness overcomes at times
Beneath the sadness is a flicker of hope
Leading to a faith in God who brings all who love Him into a peace and quiet joy
Knowing he will lead us to a better place
Showing all we experince to be for our good
Casting burdens on Him, He strengthens
He gives rest and comfort
Drying our tears
He teaches us ever so kindly
Sometimes in gentleness
Other times by stark truth cutting us deep
We gain understanding, relief, knowledge, compassion, charity, experience
Pain humbles,
Pain softens, revealing our weakness
Life continues uninterrupted
The rhythym of change flowing.....

Surrendering

As truth opens within,
A heart bleeds.
Disappointment streams,
Finding weakness of deeds.

Once slave to opinions,
Released, serving anew
Deafness to doubt,
Standing with a few

Hearing a gentle voice,
Faint beneath
No comfort in change,
Step beyond, leave the barren reef.

The wounded heart,
Surviving to heal
Love, joy
Beginning to feel.

No anxious excite,
Swelling of the breast.
Surrendered, at peace
A place finding rest.

Be Still, Know God

In the enflamed sky near moning's day break
Be still, know God
In the lapping, hush of waves engulfing rocky shores
Be still, know God
In the fragile new moment of a chick so delicate
Be still, know God
In the tit, tat sound of the wet pattering rain
Be still, know God
In the whirring, purposeful buzz of honey bee jet
Be still, know God
In the anonymous portrait of a sunsets fame
Be still, know God
In all our pomp and greatness claimed
Be still, know God
Nothing one can do to stop the day from unfolding
Be still, know God

Poems from the Heart by Sandra

The Magnum Opus

The sky is on fire.

Colors are ablaze with

bright shades I admire.

Burnt orange blends with red.

The horizon glows of

golden hues bold, amid.

The painter's brush chosen.

A masterpice burns forth.

The glory of sundown.

The rejoicing of day,

being consumed at last.

or sunrise, a new ray.

Celebrating the light

rekindeld after dark.

The flame of hope in sight.

The stirring wonder ends.

Each day, our new canvas.

We , the Artists, transcend.