Awe What Thoughts My Mind Conceive

Beautifully aged as fine wine that has been pruned on the vine; Awe what breathe of relief I find. Within my being, there is an aroma that fills my senses, my mind holding onto the journey for within the grape a tiny seed takes root and knows without the vine it will perish. What a pleasant smile that pierces my face. My heart is overflowing with joy only my creator can give. 

My mind is full of thoughts, my eyes, vision time alone with the creator. A cord of three strands woven and weaved together to become one continue to weave me. Tears seem to want to go down naturally from my eyes, a mixture of joys, sorrows, and delight. Such a river at times rages within from the current of this life, moments of disbelief, however, a belief in knowing you have control of the stern, which does calm the raging waters within. Thus, much is still beyond my scope and yet all is in the morrow of your hand. 

I think of Golgotha and how you gave your only begotten son. Bruised, beaten, denied, forgotten, crucified. Such foolish individuals we are, Jesus the son of God gave his life for me. Amid my thoughts, I conceive of a sycamore tree and a garden rich in foliage, flowers overgrown with birds in flight singing a tune of delight. There we are together just he and I, and I commence to listen and share. 

There is a song in my heart just for you, and the melody lies deep within my soul nothing finer have I ever known. Gently in the breeze I feel your touch. I know all is well because of you. Promises ever true, unfailing love that never ceases and hope that carries on until you return. But I know you are with me, alive and strong, the faith within me knows this is true. 

BluebirdSk©11/2023 , Susan Knowlen