Adventures of a Passionista

Sowing

Sowing

While it’s not that I fear death                                                                                                                                        

Mine is the understanding that there is forever- more…                                                                                                      

    ...eternity.

No, it's not that I'm  afraid of dying –                                                                                                                   

of leaving this Earth-suit, of shedding off mortality.                                                                                                                                                         

It’s that I am just now settling into my skin.

I am just now beginning to see with eyes older,                                                                                             

yet with clearer vision,

those around me

Who, themselves, are navigating this lovely planet with their own vision,                                               their own task,

their own mark to make.

How I long to make mine.     

A mark.

To touch another.                                                                                                                                                                 

to make a difference                                                                                                                                                             

In my world.                                                                                                                                                                              

In this world.                                                                                                                                                                                            

In His world.

To be known as one who loved well                                                                                                                               

To be remembered as one who was willing to be what another would or could not –                              

in the name of Love.

To bring a smile                                                                                                                                                                         

A warmth                                                                                                                                                                                     

A most-welcome touch to a soul that hungers to hear hope.

To share the One who has,                                                                                                                                      Himself,                                                                                                                                                                                  

Fully, completely, eternally - given that hope.

Oh I am not afraid of dying…                                                                                                                                            

It’s just…                                                                                                                                                                                 

Now that I am beginning to fully understand the depth and height of Such Love..                                         

I do so hunger to do more ,                                                                                                                                      

wasting less, far less time                                                                                                                                                      

to sow Such Love...

 

Copyright 2011 J. Allen G.

Thanking the One

When gazing to the Future

It’s flowing pastures

Of fertile fields

Blooming with smiles

Of those I’ve loved

 

And dreaming of days Past

It’s random fragments

Of mirrored pieces

Refracting traces

Of those I’ve loved

 

But when I reflect on the Present

It’s expectant hope

Of shared conviction

Connecting hearts

And sharing love

 

For all I was, and am, and ever Hope to be:

I look behind, look around (while moving forward)

To see all that was shattered and jagged

Now repaired and replaced and recreated

Into a new form, a better form

A form better resembling the One who has most invested

Of HIMSelf

In the daunting task

Of re-gluing me … I thank the One.

 

 

Copyright 2011 J. Allen G.

Possibility

Possibility

 

I used to believe

In such

Things as fairy tales

And poison apples

 

I used to hope

For things

Glistening - shiny

Smiles and open arms

 

I used to reflect

In terms

Of many hopes dashed

While many loves won

 

I used to be

A young

Innocent longing

For things not to be

 

Now older, somewhat wiser

 

I glance back

wistfully

While gazing forward

expectantly

Holding closely what is

now

Holding loosely what is

not mine

But ever grateful for :

 

this tapestry of Life

(While woven with imperfect

Colors both of

Warmth and of cold

Decorated with

smiles … tears…

tightly and loosely loomed with all I’ve ever known

And all whom I’ve ever loved

Creating all the colors of who l am

And all I hope to be

While tightly wrapping me

With the warmth of a beautiful  now

And of limitless possibility.

 

Copyright 2011 J. Allen G.