Our lives are echoes of familiar places in time
Held tightly in our memories and captured in our hearts
All of our desires and longings played over and over
In different places and other bodies
Bringing with them the shining sun
The stars to sparkle in it's heavenly light....
The angels bending low to hear our sighs of wonder
Our weeping in anguish, tears of unknown descent
Perhaps the lost dreams playing, wetting our cheeks
While giving hope to others.
The birth of possibilities beyond
Any earthly limitations....
Spellbound in fascination by the shadows
Of light and darkness intertwined
We wonder if there is a purpose
Meaning to what we see, what we feel
After the rain comes we are blessed
With the ecstasy of the brilliance of sunshine....
The seasons of life measured
By those that come and those that depart
Leaving us imploring and asking
For answers to this unknown purpose
Wanting comfort to somehow
Show us a plan and order....
Hearing the voices and echoes in the wind
In bewilderment we ponder and search
Are they our own or messages from Above
Lighting our way when we fumble and fall
Being lost in the sands of time, in the dust
Or hope holding us by the roots of life....
My Higher Power show us the way
The hope that life will deliver us to fulfill our purpose
Let our sufferings and sorrows not be in vain
But the path which gives birth to glory
Righteousness and grace given freely....
Copyright © 2012 Barbara MacDonald