The Gift

Over the years I have had a myriad of excuses for a total lack of ambition and belief in my abilities.  I think it is time to face a reality that there are, actually, things that I can do relatively well, and to acknowledge that those things do not come from any merit on my own part, but rather are part of who I was made to be. So here is my offering for dVerse this week.

The gift

Sometimes, as I lift my eyes from the hills

to lose myself in daily uncertainties

I long

For the wisdom of knowing Your will

But then

I wonder, if it isn’t instead

that I long

for the patience

to wait for Your time

Or the courage

to move when it comes

But then

If I am honest, I know

that I fear

the beauty of the purpose

You have shown me

Daring to hope for

The faith to believe

You have given me

This gift.

Somewhere

 

I actually wrote this last week, but this week's Magpie prompt (thanks once again, Tess!) just kicked these emotions to the front in full force again.  Definitely feeling a bit city bound at the moment. And when that happens, when I am tired, my thoughts fly to moonlit nights in the countryside.  A bit  idyllic, I suppose, but that's fine by me :)  I hope you enjoy it too.

Somewhere

Somewhere

Beyond the lamplight’s baleful glare

Stars sing silently

Somewhere

Beyond the concrete’s looming hulk

Planets flicker endlessly

Somewhere

Beyond the slick surface of civilisation

The universe gazes patiently

I stand unmoving

The pavement’s cracked inflexibility

Lashing city bound feet

That groan with longing

For release.

 I question the moon

Faint and alone in the orange glow

That hides the sparkle of galaxies

Around her.

Her answer calls me

Where my feet cannot take me.

As I close my eyes, my vision flees

Beyond the street’s impartial prison

Into the night.

            *          *          *

I watch her pale eyes dissolving the ties

Binding me to the roads down below

And hear on the breeze, the whisper of trees

Entreating and pleading, insisting I follow

Their murmuring branches soften and sigh

Their rustling leaves brush and sweep through my hair

I slip from their chatter to bark that is gleaming

Its smooth imperfections by moonlight laid bare

I breathe in its promise of moist verdant fullness

Resounding from trunk to the roots deep and low

Then dance on the scent of sun softened earth

Life springing soil caressing each toe.

I splash from its warmth to the hush of the ocean

That rush silken waters to welcome my feet

Cleansing life’s grime as its saltiness carries me

Heaven gleams brighter and burdens retreat.

And so with a sigh of longing contentment

This respite slips quietly out of my hand.

Seeing the stars growing dim in their splendour

I whisper a gentle adieu to this land

My eyes open once more on daily existence

Buoyed by those moments of peace in the night

Whose stars gilt the rivers 'neath luminous trees

And murmuring oceans reflect the moon’s light.