*I found some old journals of mine in a dark corner of my night stand and was pleasantly surprised by finding some old poems and stuff I had written. One of these “poems” I wrote was during a church retreat of 2010. Apparently, as it says at the top right corner “I wrote this [poem] in the dark.” It is simple, but I hope you like it… Note: This is a picture I took at the same church retreat location last year.
Creak of the bed frame
Patter of my feet
The night’s cold numbed my ears
My joints ache but still I reach for the door
I listen and wait
My ears ring with lungs breathing
Quietly, on the tip of my toes
I slip through the door
The sun returns my greeting
Shining warmth from above
The lake, so beautiful, grows jealous
Sending me a breeze
Lapping water giggles with me
I set myself on a bench next to the rocky shore
The silence is made with singing birds and flapping wings
Wind ruffling through the trees
Water gives the silence a rhythm
I look down to the heavy book in my hands
The Word of God is the reason of living
All nature seem to wait in anticipation
As to what I will be revealed
I read and read
With His words flickering in my soul
I look up
And I see the world brighter
And now all I hear is the Birds singing,
“Glorified is He!”
The Wind whistles, “I am the Wind.
I know not where I go,
but only go where the Lord commands me.”
The tall and strong Trees reply softly,
“The Lord Jesus Christ said I would breathe
so that I may give breath to those who breathe.”
The Water waves a melody,
“Cover the earth said He.
Water gives life.
Praise be to He!”
And now the Sun bends down to me and tells me with great pride,
“In the beginning there was the Word. The Word was with God.
The Word was God.
He was with God in the beginning. Nothing was made without Him.”
Then the Sun rumbles and laughs joyfully,
“Jesus Christ is life!”