My Darling Child…

Every time I look at you as you sleep peacefully in my arms I’m amazed,
Amazed at the fact that you came out of me,
Literally came out of ME,
Amazed that for a few months, you were an aquatic creature,
But now you breathe in air.
It amazes me how your tiny body is able to produce such high decibels when you cry.
Your tiny fragile palms wrapped around my little finger makes me smile,
You are so beautiful that I could cry,
Tears which taste of my love for you,
My little darling child.

Staring at your little feet,
It beats my imagination that in a few years I’d find it hard to keep pace with these feet.
Now you are so peaceful, but already I see mischief in your smile as you sleep,
And I say to myself, this one is going to take after me.
I imagine the day when those pink lips of yours would finally call out words that I can understand,
The day when you would call me mother.
I think you would make a great singer,
Because already your gibberish sounds like music to my ears.

You are a gift that I would treasure forever,
And I make a hundred promises in my heart,
To protect you with my life,
To groom you in the Light,
To do everything right by you my child,
Because you are so much a part of me.

When I open my eyes, my arms are empty,
Because you my darling child are only in my heart,
But I look forward to the day I finally get to meet you,
In the flesh.

#JESUSRULES

Poetry…

 

As I watch the rain drops fall from the sky to the ground
I can smell the dust that rises from the earth into the atmosphere

That enchanting smell of rain when the ground has been dry a long time 
It’s fascinates me.

I hear the rain drop on the rooftop over my head
It sounds like music
Slow at first then gradually increasing reaching a crescendo
it’s like poetry.

I see poetry in everything,
in science, in art, in God.
To me God is a poet,
every intricate design a sign of his artistry
His words, powerful, pouring forth like a rushing wind
Or gentle, like waves caressing the sea shore
Everything he crafted pours forth poetry.

The stars as they twinkle in the sky
Tempting one to reach forth and take a pick of glittering light
The moon as it shift-changes,  
from full, to half, to crescent, as the days go by
I watch it like an animated child
Wondering when it would be full-moon again.

The trees as they swing back and forth
dancing to the rhythm of the wind which rustles their leaves
making a wushing sound that’s music to my ears.

The birds as they converse with each other
in words and sounds that I can’t decipher,
they take flight into the sky, as I look on in wonder.
Then I look at me, the form of me,
from my head to my toe the intricate design of me,
how my voice bubbles up out of my chest
sometimes strong and commanding other times soft like a whisper.

I look around me and I come to this conclusion;
Nature is poetry and God is a poet.

Have a lovely ‘rest-of-the’week’😊….remember, JESUSRULES#