A Miner’s Muse – poem

I am a miner.

I delve in the caves

Between heaven and earth.

Wheeled carts in the cave mine

-My notebooks- I fill

With treasure

I tap in the deep.

Who will draw my carts

Out into earth’s light?

Who will fashion my gold

And fasten my gemstones

Into adornments

Fit for The Bride?

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PEACE

The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace…
Galations 5:22

A majestic mountain view,
a flower strewn meadow and lazy cows grazing in the sun,
an eastern beach at dawn…

All peaceful scenes.

The soft rhythmic breathing of the sleeping baby on your chest,
a singing violin and a weeping cello,
tinkling wind chimes in a sleepy summer breeze…

All peaceful sounds.

From where does our peace come?  Natural experiences afford us a natural sense of peace.  These natural sensations are good; they are gifts from our Creator.

But…

when the storms of life crack lightening streaks across your majestic mountain view,
or hurricanes blast your beach at dawn,
or the baby on your chest is screaming and kicking in colic pain…

where can you find peace?

The fruit of God’s Spirit is peace.  This is not the natural peace as described above. This world shows us only a facsimile of that peace from above, but it cannot give us that peace.

We find the peace from above in those times of storm,
when we must search outside ourselves for that which we do not have.

Jesus told us that our Father gives good gifts to His children who ask Him.
In faith we cry to our Heavenly Father, who hears and answers our cry.

Hold on.
Your joy comes in the morning.
That peace has no bounds.

 Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Psalm 30:5