Something to Believe In

Long ago, In Destruction

She went away

 

Time etched on as if keeping some score

Finally she came back, better than before

Not refreshed or renewed

Resurrected

Her strength increased

Her fear dissipated until deceased

Reformed

Faith, hope, and Love

Her heart and soul now filled of

With this something to believe in

Absent her worries of this life – lose or win

She returned

All broken down bridges burned

From sorrows, hurts, and disappointments

Lessons learned

 

Yes, long ago she went away

Something to believe in

Brought her to return, unabashed

In original name today

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–      Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2013

Photograph by Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin / i-freebird – All Rights Reserved ®

I the Old Tree

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I continue on whatever path the Lord has chosen

I get somber and am only momentarily frozen

Then, the voice inside reminds me, fear not, worry not,

This is not all what God has  chosen

Sure, for a little while I look down at all the trials that surround me

When I look up to see the light of day

To the sky, the Heaven

There is an affirming voice that says, “I’m glad, that you found me.”

I rejoice

Patient are my leaves

I am steadfast

Ready for whatever surrounds me

I am

Like the old tree outside my window

In full bloom

Some of my branches bare, some broken

The earth, sun, and rain, all God’s creations

Nourish me

Fulfilled by the Lord, and God in Heaven above

Heavenly Angels and my family

Love

I am steadfast and grounded

Grappling to live

I keep faith and grow another branch

A branch in a new direction of faith, and stillness in that faith

Hope is each new branch thereafter

Wind caresses my leaves, they dance

Another chance

Grow a new branch

My children, all grown, my longest branches

My grandchildren, my newest beautiful branches

All extensions of me

When their leaves fall to the ground

They are free to become each their own tree

Wherever that will be

Like Mother, I am happy with the beauty of Gods creations.

I absorb the sun and listen the songs of many different birds

Theyall perch around me

Like family

My Husband like the wise owl, watchful, caring, and discerning

On my right branch

The Angels, they whisper in the wind and dance

Within the clouds in the sky

Their messages take shape

Strong rooted in the earth

I am still

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

Copyright © 2011 / i-freebird ®

Voice in the Thunder

So much taken

What is left are lessons known

From which this heart and soul have grown

Cultivated by the Creator God Divine

This heart and soul are his and not just mine

Illness is hard to cope

To God I pray and I gain hope

At random I lose my voice

Like my second Son, unexpectedly taken

My faith challenged by my feeling forsaken

Upon nature, God’s creation, I rely

To spread my spiritual wings

North, South, East, and West I fly

Within the Creator’s storm

Out loud I cry un-heard

Until the wind finds and carries my word

To the clouds, the Creator’s gift from his sky

White clouds turn black and gray for crying out loud

Like Jesus my tears are rain

By his Grace, Like his Father’s voice

My voice is in the thunder

By the Creator’s storm I’m content I do not worry, nor wonder if I am ever heard

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My faith renewed  in his word

My voice is in the thunder

– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin

© 2011