DEAR GOD 18

…the ponders of her heart…

Finally, life has settled down
Enough to make a few friends
Acquaintances that have a first name
Moving through the days and weeks
Allowing a conventional life with a husband,
A baby…a welcome temporary peace

It’s nice to smile and laugh
Sharing little things with girlfriends
But mostly, precious time with her husband
Finding a peaceful and quiet bond
That moves easily between them
..and the baby…

Her heart marvels as she watches
The little one sit with the sun on his golden head
As he bends down playing with imaginary elements
Worlds and galaxies from forever that only he can see
Between his tiny hands, so serious, so focused
His own song echoing from eternity

She wonders as he looks up
To the sky every now and then
Finding what he wants and goes back
To what he is doing, his routine of measure
She wonders if he knows who he is
If he can see the angels guarding over him

Memories of that night, not so long ago
When angels graced earth with their royal attendance
And majesties sought them out in the hills bearing gifts
Shepherds and drummer boys bowed on bended knee
Music, music…the most beautiful music
A star beckoning, A husband attending

She can’t help but lift him up into her arms
And press his head into her shoulder to feel his warmth
His breath upon her neck as he wraps his arms around her
Love, made into flesh and blood envelopes her very soul
Holding Life in her arms, tears coursing down her face
As kisses are pressed upon her cheek

Why is it so hard to hold joy and know that grief
Waits in the recesses, Knowing the time will come
When angels say move on, always running, running
Ahead of deadly dangers, set forth by the enemy
To kill her child, the hope of mankind
Until it is finished at the Cross, she knows…

Thousands of years later, the war is still the same
With a different face and motto, pulpiteering a refined message
Evil still has the upper hand as warriors keep pressing forward
Always searching for a sanctuary, gearing up for the next round
Running, endeavoring to stay two steps ahead of hell
To save a world a baby held in it’s hands

This generation will see the convergence of good and evil
With warriors of faith versus warriors of fate
The beginning, the end, moving towards one another
Every soldier is ready and poised, breathlessly waiting
For a victory that started with a birth
And a mother’s fervent faith and hope in heaven

...the ponders of my heart…

02.24.11

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About just stevie

First and foremost...I am not a writer! That is very evident if you start from the beginning. These blogs are the result of an intense relationship with my heavenly Father and I wanted to put my thoughts into writing. Words and music are very powerful...together...each having it's own interpretation! This encourages me that every day be different, with new thoughts and directions. Even now, that surprises me when I go back and re-read an experience I've gone thru. I think I can say, that my writing has improved with time...enjoy...
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