by Elizabeth Musser
Lord, how can I complain when I’m confined in Spring?
When a chateau sits in my backyard
When snow white calla lilies curl towards the sun
And lilacs bloom and tulips tilt their crimson heads
And butterflies, like wind, like Spirit, flit to who-knows-where?
When everything outside proclaims this simple truth:
So may I not complain, dear Lord, but pray
Oh, yes, for all the dark and death that hovers ‘round
And pierces hearts and souls with fear and dread
Oh, may I pray with bended knee
And bowed head
That in the midst of this wild frantic thing
The fragrance of Your peace will come
And fill the fear with hope
With courage and compassion
May that sweet aroma of life
Whisper in such a fierce, victorious way,
That many will turn an ear to hear
And listen, really listen,
To the whisper of the wind
To the Spirit’s tug upon a heart.
And wonder if?
If perhaps that age old Easter story
Might be true
And, bending to inhale the hope of cherry blossoms,
Believe.Oh, may I pray with bended knee and bowed head that in the midst of this wild frantic thing the fragrance of Your peace will come…@EMusserAuthor #ACFWBlogs #poetry #ACFWCommunity Click To Tweet
Elizabeth Musser writes ‘entertainment with a soul’ from her writing chalet—tool shed—outside Lyon, France. She’s asking the Lord to use her words to encourage others during this pandemic. Find more about Elizabeth’s novels at www.elizabethmusser.com and on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and her blog.
Now must come the avalanche,
the mountain-slope is overcome,
and all around the faces blanch,
because there is no-where to run,
except to He who made the hills,
the Lord of hosts who set the stars,
the God who in His wisdom wills
with knowledge that surpasses ours.
We cannot know why rock and tree
must now to the deep valley go,
sliding down the rocky scree
all in their path laid deadly low,
but within keening lament
praise must be the more eloquent.
I am thankful for the beautiful sights and sounds God provides in each season. 🙂