Golden Dew

It was only for a few minutes.

Really.

I should have been ok

for a little garden work.

But I had pushed

my limits

beyond the boundaries.

And I collapsed on the chair, willing the tears away as I closed my eyes.

Into the haze there whispered a voice I recognized so well, asking me to open my eyes and look around me.  I saw the dew drops sparkling white all around me. 

Yes, I know. I see the beauty. What is it that you are asking of me Lord?

And then, I saw a strange sparkling, different than the rest. For a full minute, one of the drops of dew sparkled golden, gleaming and beaming straight at me. And a hope rose in my heart, in spite of the pain.  I remembered all the words. I remembered my Lord's promises. . . .

"More precious than gold" 

"Of greater worth than gold"

You might say it was just the angle of my head, or the glint through the haze.  I know the reasons. But I also know the ways of ONE so glorious that He tilts the earth,

and spins the clouds, and raises the dew,

for the eyes of His Beloved,

so that we would look up

and catch HIS gaze

calling us closer to His heart.

 "The decrees of the Lord are firm,
    and all of them are righteous. They are more precious than gold,
    than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
    than honey from the honeycomb."

Psalm 19:9-10 NIV 

Golden Dew

How Long, Oh Lord?
The pain wraps around me
And I am felled
Like a tree toppled, thudding
As it drops to the ground.

                                 

The questions swirl

Heavenward, in the morning

Dew, light swimming

Around my foggy eyes

As they narrow and shut.

“Open your eyes.”

The order comes at me

Like a voice from

The sky, and I scrunch

The sweat off my face

As I try to gaze out.

While the pain throbs

I see what had lain

Hidden before me:

Sparkles gathered on

Every blade of grass

And each leaf tip.

Colors shimmering

White and bright, twinkle

From the warm sun’s

Beckoning to waken

The early morning life.

“But one drop.”

Voice urges again

To see with new eyes

A Drop of Glory catches

The sun but won’t let go

And reflects a Golden ray.

                                 

My pain remains

Underneath a covering

So sweet and exploding with

Glory in my heart

As I have touched Heaven.

How Long, Oh Lord?

While the Glory remains

Your Golden Glory rests

Inside my heart, Heaven

Holds me here.

And I am loved.

--BG

"In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."

1 Peter 1:6-7 NIV 

Is there a pain gripping you today?

Have you fallen in shame as you pushed the boundaries?

There is a Golden Glory

shining for you to see

A grace given just for you

And a love poured out 

To lift your eyes

And catch a glimpse

Of Heaven's Love

Waiting for you. 

I am linking this week with:
#LMMLinkup 
Meg Weyerbacher, #TeaAndWordTuesday 
Debbie Kitterman, #TuneInThursday 

Poetry and the Stillness of LIfe

I awoke early this morning, waiting for the new arrival of our youngest Grandbaby, and my heart was filled with so many emotions.

 Too full for expression even

So I looked over at Ronovan Hester's site to see if he had posted the prompts for this week for his poetry challenge issued at #RonovanWrites, 

where the charge is given to write #Haiku using his prompts. Sure enough, there were the words for this week: #flow&tear.

Oh, I know these words, I thought, 

as my heart is filled 

with the weariness of the flow of the trial 

on my own path,

and yet I sense the tearing that will come

as I let go of old ways

to find the healing

in the new.

Isn't that also a picture of 

Labor and Birth? 

"My flesh and my heart fail;
But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."

Psalm 73:26 NKJV 

When we carry our children

with a heart full of love

we find ourselves

carried over the edge,

our hearts lacking enough

to be what's needed.

We find in the failing

that God is enough

brimming over

with fullness

the flow never ceasing

with Love.

So, again this week, I will try my hand at joining in this #Haiku Challenge. I had to try two, since my heart was stirred in separate ways. Here is my first offering:

 

Heart and Healing

  Heart will you tear free

River of healing can flow

Strength and Life renew

                                --Bettie Gilbert 

 And the second offering with the little one in mind:

Life is Born

The wee Babe inside

Pushing through sac to tear free

New breath will flow in 

                               --Bettie Gilbert  

"The Lord is my strength and my shield
 my heart trusts in him, and he helps me.

My heart leaps for joy,

    and with my song I praise him."

Psalm 28:7 NIV 




I am linking this week with:
#TellHisStory, Jennifer Dukes Lee