The Weather

Weather

The weather was a dismal grey.

I asked her, "Will you let me play?"

She told me, "I do send for you."

I felt her words were so untrue.

The weather was the brightest hue

Of softly glowing clouds and blue.

I told her, "I am busy now."

She said, "Hark! I show the Tao."

I spent in mis'ry long, long years

Of furtive glances, baleful tears.

I've realized that I was wrong.

This choice is mine, I write my song.

Inspired by a Photo in Holy Trinity Church, Gainsville

A friend texted me the photo, above, along with the caption, "It's just me here if you ever want to join me" and it made me think of Our Gracious Lord calling us to spend time with him. Here's a poem I wrote after I got the text:

Resting in His Presence now,

I see Our Savior King

And, slowly, oh, so, so slowly,

there is no other thing.

A thousand fears from years and years

Of striving, driving pain

Has meaning rendered in the now

His Mercy flows like rain.

He, tenderly, there waits for me,

And beckons from his Throne.

And takes the gifts He's given me,

And makes them all His own.

The gifts that I return to Him,

now bear my smudge, for sure;

So Mary intercedes for me

And washes them with myrrh.

The incense of her prayers increase

My sacrifices pure;

So things that once did make me whine

New meaning now procure.

Emotions that I never felt

In Him and her are found

The metacontext of our life:

By pain we're cleansed and bound.

I bind myself to Our Great King

And take with heart-felt love

The mystery that is my Self

As Gift from God Above.