Restoration

When the winter gets in
Down deep where it hurts
Just there at the dividing line
Between sinew and hope

Look out past the blowing aspens
Squint hard against the stinging blast
To see the faint amber glow
Of fire against glass

He waits for you there
And no one else has the address

He bids you come
To sit awhile and daydream
Be the little girl in Daddy's Lap

Hold tight to the rhythm of His chest
Rising and falling
Breath of Life flowing into you

This is restoration
Hold it tight.

Reviews

[rnuff]

Wow! I truly enjoyed this piece, Amazing write here!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you have a wonderful blend of nature and humanistic tendencies..

and almost like George Harrison's album "all things must pass"

there is always a sense of wonder reading you...is she speaking of human love or spiritual love...or is it a combination...????

regardless...

i really like "To sit awhile and daydream/ Be the little girl in Daddy's Lap"

very interesting line..

[JennyinCO]

Thank you, Jacob. I have a close, personal relationship with God which fuels everything I do. I appreciate life deeply, after nearly having lost my life one year ago. It was a pivotal period of my life, because everything came into such precise focus - what matters in this life and what does not. I began to see everything with new eyes. And it made me fall on my face in praise of the One who pulled me out of the pit.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a close call like that will do it...

your work is inspired.

[sorcha ruane]

i really like your poem, especially the first verse, 'the dividing line between sinew and hope' is a great poetic image- it's hard to describe where that would be exactly and yet it makes sense! overall i get a sense of comfort and grace. lovely.

[JennyinCO]

Thank you, Sorcha. I feel that dividing line is between the visceral, gut-wrenching, down to marrow HURT of life and the view of hope that God gives us to keep moving on. It never ceases to amaze me that God shows up, quietly, almost unnoticed, and then pours His peace into my wounds. Loving Him is like sitting by the fire when a blizzard howls outside.