I grasp for tomorrow,
Away, it whisks through my hands,
Slips through my fingers,
Dissipates in a breeze.
Yet I reach.
I nervously strain.
But it’s never there.
It’s with me.
I feel it.
Again, it’s not there.
Oh, it is, and I see it.
Gone again, into the air.
So big I can’t see Today.
And just yesterday I reached
For what now is today.
It is here
And I hold it,
But tomorrow is bigger
And I push this away.
What if this Today is the great Tomorrow I seek?
Today was tomorrow only yesterday.
Tomorrow will be Today tomorrow.
Today I have Today
Held in my hand.
I can’t blow it away.
It is here.
Will be only Today,
And I’ll hold it.
Tomorrow never is.
What we hold is the Great Today.
Do you see it? The plant has not left Earth, yet it reaches into the Heavens. Its broad leaves soak up heavenly light and return true nourishment to its earthly realm. I think this plant lives in heaven and on earth.
God’s Garden – Seeing Earth From Heaven
I will enter the heavens to see the earth
God planted a garden there
The trees that He planted have offered their fruit
Each seed has been sown in the ground
In warmth and in moisture
And blindness of dark
The terrestrial body gives way
In brokenness offering its life to the earth
Comes a new form up, winding its path
Celestial body still planted in earth
Stretching and growing above
Turning and reaching for heavenly light
Broad leaves seek for nourishment there
Green earth and the light mix a marvelous way
Restoring to earth life and breath.
The day I wrote this poem, I felt myself lifted above the earth. I saw … Click to Continue…
This poem expresses the heart of youth that has been touched by the warm hand of the Father. The vision is more of a feeling, a faith. You reach for it. You know it’s there, but you can’t make it happen. So, you keep living and believing. He will open the door. ~EW
We were your children,
‘Though we barely knew you.
We were not their children;
They never knew us.
We cried and you heard.
Our eyes could grasp the vision
Too distant for those feebler of our elders,
Whose eyes the years of bitterness and strife had dimmed.
It was your vision, and we saw your Land.
It was your voice, and we heard your call.
We strove, we fought, we tried to enter in,
But somehow the door stayed shut,
Even though we knew we had the key.
That Key, Your Blood, Your Faith, Your Life,
Would not turn within its lock.
The door we could not open.
Only you can turn the key.
Don’t let our eyes become dimmed
With bitterness and grief.
Allow us, Lord,
To work that Land
In faith we still can see.