At Rest

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At Rest

I love what You’ve made
every creature I see
the tan, furry face
the content, buzzing bee
the flowers that open
on the branch of a tree
and the doves that dive low
overhead, over me

I love that the sky
opens up in a spot
and the sun, it shoots through
the thick fog that it fought
where the blue is so welcome
and the light that it brought
reminds me that joy
it’s still there, like I thought

Father, help me to see
that today, it is new
that You made the flower
and You made the blue
that nothing could buzz
or dive without You
that nothing could open
unless you tell it to

Sometimes I forget
that the small things are big
that the dark becomes light
that the day grows the fig
that at rest I can see
where for treasure, to dig
that the tree sings Your song
every branch, every twig.

-kb

For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth . . . (Psalm 104:24, NIV)

 

Only A Branch

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Only A Branch

I am only a branch
I am moved by the wind
When a bird finds my perch
I am likely to bend
But I curve and I stretch
and I know, from the root
that I have what I need
to sprout leaves and bear fruit.

-kb

“I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright morning star.” (Rev 22:16b, NIV)

Snow

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Snow

It is icy up here
and the night has been long
I haven’t heard cheer
or the little bird’s song
the dark makes it colder
oh, the shadows of night
I’m not seeing gladness
or the little bird’s flight
how do I wish morning
would make itself known
when eyes would peer out
from the tucked-in, hushed home
they’d see me, and smile
oh, how bright it becomes
when the little bird sings
at the sight of the sun
then with the warmth
and with the glow
I become water
when once I was snow
I fall from this branch
but all the way down
I’ll see the bird dance
and hear its sweet sound

– kb

“Hear me, Lord, and answer me, for I am poor and needy.” (Psalm 86:1, NIV)

An Adventure Story

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An Adventure Story

There is no such thing
As a heroic tale
That ends at the start
Without wind or sail
But one goes on a journey
That’s where draws the heart
And each step that is taken
Is of every whole, part
For there is no beginning
Where rests all the glory
It’s the begin-agains
That tell the great story

“I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”  (Isaiah 43:19c, NIV)

A Healing Of Heart

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A Healing Of Heart

In stillness, I hear my heart beating
See more clearly the wind through the trees
Watch pine needles fall, mountains stand tall,
and heavy thoughts move in to seize

It’s deliberate, this moving about
This putting things out of my mind
It’s easier that way, a chance to delay
the pain that does echo and find

I wish I could tell it, “Be gone!”
And far away it would go
Like a leaf on the stream
floats away in sunbeam,
or like footprints that fade in the snow

Struggles they come, but they’ll go
Once and for all they’ll depart
And I’ll find my strength,
be renewed by each length
and all with a healing of heart

-kb

” . . . but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31, NIV)

A Trip to Tahoe

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Tahoe

Giant dandelions,
as big as my fist
If there, they are
I’m not likely to miss

And, if I see
a new creature to me
Like a bright, orange fish
that’s in river, not sea
I’m astounded once more
at the things He’s made be

Then, when the wind
blows straight through my face
When the air that I breathe
feels like an embrace
I’m reminded once more
that there is a place
Where someday I’ll see God,
one day, face to Face

-kb

“They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty – and I will meditate on your wonderful works.” (Psalm 145:5, NIV)

Will You Find Me Here?

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Will You Find Me Here?

It’s hard to put it into words
the inadequacy I feel
I’ve accomplished so little
with so much time
and being here makes it more real
If there is something I’m good at
it’s saying “no,” or not finishing things
It’s losing interest, assuming defeat
or sitting on my wings
It’s fear that consumes me now
it’s fear that consumed me then
And self-pity makes it easier somehow
I can call feeling sorry, my friend
But I’m not ready to be the problem
or accept blame for falling short
For not impressing family or friend
or for staying in my port
I’ve heard some say that accepting yourself
and what has come of yet
is the secret to living life peacefully
instead of with regret
Did I ever want?
What did I desire?
To step onto another’s path
and make their flame my fire?
To hop onto another’s back
while they walked through the mire?
I don’t deserve the things I have
the blessings He is giving
The comforts or the kind of love
that make a life, good living
But I would never argue this
the gratitude I owe
To the God Who brought me here
and helps me as I grow
And when I pray for just one thing
to feel I can be proud of
Something followed through to end
and had no single doubt of
I hope it counts as brand new seed
that sprouts within my heart
In soil that is watered well
from which efforts don’t part
Though maybe you will find me here
once again, in gloom
Where tears they fall from cheek to chin
as I watch others bloom

“The Lord will vindicate me; your love, Lord, endures forever . . . ” (Psalm 138:8a, NIV)

His Care In All Things

 

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His Care In All Things

When an ant, carries
When wind moves the leaves
When palm branches creak
And when birds nest in trees

When pine needles fall
When stars, they sit right
When sunrise, it beams
And moon claims the night

When a creature is born
or yet, born and made new
From a worm to a butterfly
wings, purple and blue

It’s these things
All these things
remind me of You
and the care that You take
in all things that You do

– kb

“The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns,
where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.” (Psalm 65:8, NIV)

 

When Crawl Became Climb

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When Crawl Became Climb

I thought it just me
weeping aloud
filling the room
with water and cloud

‘Til His voice, I felt
echoing mine
gave strength to my soul
and crawl became climb

-kb

 

” . . . but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31, NIV)

Better Land

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Better Land

I see Him in the rays of sun
that cast a warm, pink glow
I find Him in the crispy cold
that chills my face and toes

I see Him in the melty blues
in lakes below the trees
Where mountains shoot from land to sky
and gift us snowy peaks

He formed the creatures, and the moon
He put the stars in place
He grows the seedling from the earth
moves wind across my face

He’s here, and knows your every thought
the things you’ve always kept
safe, away from diggers deep
where, with folded wings you wept

To restless hearts, He gives new hope
and reaches out a Hand
As we leave our burdens there
and move to better land

– kb

“In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.” (Psalm 95:4, NIV)