By Kayleen Ramsey (California)
With arms full of a blanket and bag full of books
I trudge through the grass and stones, a chattering squirrel my only companion,
Into the trees and downward slowly finally resting in the woodland valley
where all the gold has pooled.
Thank you Lord for making Autumn
Solitude time. Ah. To find a space in the peace of the forest
To clear one’s mind as the leaves slowly, sway, down.
To spill out the many moving boxes unopened
Packed with ideas and questions unfinished
And to wonder where all my thoughts will go
Thank you, Lord, for this day
First order of business the Nags. Or as most commonly known, worries.
You could be studying. No one would see you. It’s just too much. You will never be enou-
Peace I leave you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid
Oh Time, I have so little of you
yet some of you I have been given
Too easy is it here to spill you carelessly
Speaking of which, if I remember rightly
there was that one princess who slept for a hundred years
Sleep, yes, that golden draught, too little
Oh, too little of you have I drunk
You wish to fall upon me like the blanket
Which sits softly upon my knees
Lord thank you for loving me even in my laziness
A chilling breeze makes me shudder
And causes me to look outwards
Creation, oh what a marvelous thing
The shivering slender aspen
The rushing rasping wings of a bird passing over me
Oh Lord if this is but a broken glimpse of what you are
How glorious must your presence be
Present and future flow together,
A fluctuation of thought and dream
Screaming questions inaudibly, yet
Silence without creates silence within
Alone from every person, far from what they are feeling
But He feels them each and every one’s boiling rippling emotions
He feels their hearts tearing, in half it seems, shattering, melting
How careless am I oh God, but you, you hold each child’s heart
I ask that you give them your peace, that you would hold our quavering cores steady.
How to have joy in the rain, that is the question.
Speaking of which, it looks like it will sprinkle quite soon.
How much this land needs it. How much joy we need
For our trembling lips, for the tears upon our faces.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again rejoice!
The leaves above me rustle in the wind
I notice that my toes have become cold in my shoes.
In noticing my toes I see beyond them
To the smidge of green moss on the log
Live, stretching heavenward with tiny arms
Lord you have brought me to life, help me to live it for your glory
So many people to love, so many things to do,
My thoughts go racing from past to future to present
As sunlight warms the ground and air
And a breath of wind caresses my hair
My alarm goes off.
Responsibility returns from the long walk it has taken.
And I, in the flurry of picking up books and blanket,
In slowly rising with pain, and beginning to pick a path,
With thoughts of lunch in mind
Take one last long look, and resolve
To come here once again.