the yellow light

Hello everyone,
 
I found and updated another old poem to share for this week – a call to slow down and give the busyness to God when it is too much for us.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 

“the yellow light”
 
jangled jostled jarring
i am riding on this
busy road of a day
until the red light
at the end
when my fuel runs out
and i 
            stop
the horns are blaring bleating blinding
from every which way
and there are too many
ways to go
signs to read
and all i want is my
                     destination
reaching over i
turn down the radio
with its voices of sad stories
angry people and advertisements,
turn it down so i can
                                   think.
thinking turns to praying
because my list 
of places to go and 
errands to run
has gotten too long.
i hand it over
                            now.
peace-bringing prayer
echoes in my mind like
soft songs in a cathedral.
the busy road becomes
straight and narrow
and i see now only 
                             by headlights.
softly singing simple songs
from sunday school days 
of simplicity,
i slow down to wait in
the golden light
                at the crossroads.

 
 
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Over bridges broken

Hello everyone,
 
This is an old poem I wrote from six years ago that I thought would be good to share again. When the weeks and days drag us down, God’s steadfast love pulls us back up and pushes us forward.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 
“Over Bridges Broken”
 
Over bridges broken,
through valleys dark,
at the very end
and back at the start,
I am with you forever,
brave little heart.
 
A light in the shadows,
a guide up ahead,
a knock on the door,
a story you read:
I’m speaking in whispers,
I’m with you in words.
 
This body was broken,
this blood it was shed.
These eyes, they have cried.
These hands, they have bled.
 
I didn’t do it for nothing;
I was sent from above
so I could die for you,
dear heart that I love.
 
You stumble, you falter,
you waver and fall.
You wonder at midnight,
through darkness you crawl.
But I’m reaching out always,
I’m standing right here.
 
When you’re ready to see me,
when you’re ready to learn,
when you open your heart
and from shadow you turn,
I’m still here waiting
after all this time
ready to claim
the one that is mine.
 
The secret to sunlight,
the joy in the dawn
is that no matter the journey,
I always hang on.
 
So don’t think you’re worthless,
so don’t think you’re lost.
I’ll never let go,
no matter the cost.
 
 
 
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