Cara Colleen

The Gift

September 21, 2006 on 5:55 pm | In Writings | No Comments

I am overjoyed with the gift of my children.

Every day they fascinate me in some new way.

I could stare at their pictures all day long,

Because of the pleasure I get from their

Beautiful smiles and shining faces, bright with love.

It awes me sometimes that I get to be their mom.

There are the typical sibling battles,

But incredible loyalty to each other.

Just when I think that I know them well,

Something new crops up to surprise me—

Sometime serendipitous, sometimes sorrowful,

Always another reason for me to love on them.

I have laughed and cried, rejoiced and grieved,

Giving them up to Father God over and over again.

The price of parenting these precious packages—

Filled with so much earth, so full of heaven’s grace—

Is measureless in volume, yet nothing

Compared with all the love I want to pour out and

That they give back so effusively.

I am overjoyed with the gift of my children!!!

Grace and Glory

September 20, 2006 on 3:02 pm | In Writings | No Comments

Picture perfect sky hangs frameless, timeless
As I stand suspended, clear of thought,
Caught up in the blending of colors and shapes
In a three-dimensional serendipitous vertigo.

My heart floats in the spin, buoyed up
By the delightful distraction of vision—
A glimpse of the angelic realm through
A crystal window of earthly beauty.

A sense of destiny pierces me until
I reverberate with inexpressible wonder.
The Master displays a splinter of heaven’s splendor
So I can partake of glory for a moment.

The colors and shapes fade again and
My spiritual awareness dims
While a yearning grows in me to return
To the bosom of Father God.

Picture imperfect me…
I need to be covered completely
In His grace and glory.

Butterfly of Hope

September 4, 2006 on 11:58 pm | In Writings | No Comments

Delirious symphony whispers dreams behind languid walls
Frantic for release like a butterfly beating its wings
Against the walls of finely spun thread which bind it.
The longer the struggle, the frailer the walls,
The stronger the dreams, the louder the symphony,
Till breathless beauty breaks forth in
Dazzling colors, full of the music that made them bright.

 

Freedom of flight awaits the persevering soul
With an undreamt magnitude of grace and glory
Lighting the atmosphere for those who follow—
Who dream, who need to know that dreams can come
Thundering through the twilight of despair
(Those finely spun threads of habitually dashed hopes).

Ah, beautiful butterfly bound in secrecy,
Fight on for that which is your due…
Boundless hope and joy of being
That touches the hardest heart with its unexpectedness.
Your masterpiece of dreams fulfilled bursts forth
And gives strength to other, still struggling, dreamers.