SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2008
By LINN
September 30, 2008
Oh to write
To express myself
Easy when my heart is breaking
Easy when the sun is shining
Easy on the gloomy days
Easy on the glory days
But what about today?
Today is not a bad day
Today is not a great day
Today is just a day, day.
Do I have something to say?
Something with meaning
Important for the heart?
Food for the soul?
No, I think… No, not today.
Life is not all valleys
Certainly not all mountains
Not all sunshine and roses
Not all storm clouds and lightning
Some days are just days
SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2008
By LINN
A picture, a painting, a photograph
A moment in time
A picture paints a thousand words
Undiscriminating
A spot, a dot
Held in an instant
Caught
A moment in time
A picture paints a thousand words
Lovely and truthful
Ugly and rueful
A picture paints a thousand words
Oh the beauty of a spring day
Caught on film or canvas
The love of my life
Framed and fantastic
A war, a starving child
Damage and devastation
A picture paints a thousand words
Snow on a mountain
Mist on a lake
A man, a woman
A child with ice cream on his face
A sunset
A holocaust
A dog chasing a cat
And the emotion of that
A picture paints a thousand words
And words… oh what a picture they paint.
SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2008
By LINN
August 29, 2008
There is a place where a man stands
He stands alone
From a hill
He sees the trees
Valleys surround him
He stands
He looks to the sky
Some days full of speeding clouds
Some days clear, sunlight abounds
He looks to the ground
Where is the rock?
Around him the earth moves
Season to season
Light to dark to light again
Where is the rock?
Is his stand on shifting sand?
Life begins
Blooms and grows
Dies out to seed.
Starts over again.
He looks for familiar
In the changing scenes
A thing to remain
While everything flees
A glint of light
A spec to hold on to
A handle to grasp
One that is stable
He looks at his feet
On what does he stand?
Is it the Rock?
Or just the sand?
He would like to get comfortable
Maybe sit down
But things just keep changing
Going around… and around
… and around
Shifting
Changing
Scurrying
Flailing
Where is the rock?
On what does he stand?
The ground melts away.
Is it just more sand?
Mountains rise and mountains fall
Tides come and go
Rivers full to the brim
Then dry again
Cities grow
People live
But only for a moment
Then back to dust again
The scenery changes
Never the same
A spec to hold onto?
A handle to grasp?
Is there a Rock,
Or more shifting sand?
In the middle
The eye of the storm
He finds the place
To stand his ground
Something eternal
That does not change
The Rock of Salvation
Immutable from age to age
Something to hold onto
Something to grasp
A place to stand
Amidst the sand
The Rock and Redeemer
Eternal and True
The Way and the Life
The Beacon of Truth
Unchanging
Not moving
Stable and solid
Jesus, my Rock
God Eternal
SEPTEMBER 21ST, 2008
By LINN
On days like today, I wonder
Can I draw closer?
You give me words
Words to encourage
Words to lift me up
Thanksgiving and praise
For You, alone, my God
Lord, kiss my face
Tears wet on my cheeks
Lord, kiss my face
The sunshine in the window
The air cool and fresh
A new day
A new day
Reminds me of your grace
Lord, kiss my face
I look toward You in wonder
Mighty, awesome in power
Your train fills this place
Who am I that you would tend me?
So small and yet you find me.
You, Eternal, Almighty
Lord, please, kiss my face
Wipe my tears away
Lord, kiss my face
SEPTEMBER 21ST, 2008
By LINN
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