Seasons of Love and Hope

God’s love cannot be held in any container,

But permeates out to touch us,

Pouring forth like sunlight.

 

Maybe we can’t always feel the warmth,

Directly on our skin,

As we do in the summer of our lives;

 

As the Summer sun warms us,

Like no other season.

 

There’s a million sad stories in the world,

Every one, to me, a thing of beauty;

Stories of our fragility and our humanity.

 

Somehow the Springing forth of new life,

Or new love, like the first bud from a Winter‘s thaw,

Will  always capture my hope and imagination.

 

The most beautiful gift a human does possess,

Is the power within, to keep loving,

  In spite of a Fall.

 

These are the stories I never grow weary,

 Of seeing or reading or hearing,

  Like an Adele love song.

Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/summer

 

 

Buried Heart Treasure

Once horrified by my human imperfections,

Not feeling up to standard,

Up to par,

Or truly deserving of love,

And acceptance.

 

Yet, I’ve learned the most,

About my value,

From these very limitations.

 

I just kept digging deeper,

And deeper still,

Searching for my worth,

 

Until I stumbled upon,

A most beautiful,

And priceless treasure,

One soft and utterly defenseless,

Beating heart.

 

 

 

 

 

God’s Loving Gaze

Lips,

Eyes,

Hair,

Skin,

My human (body) form,

Inside and out;

 

You see this,

And so much more…

 

Heart,

Mind,

Soul,

 

You see me,

In my entirety;

 

In my grandeur,

And frailty,

My successes,

And crushing failures,

 

Whether I’m smooth sailing,

With the wind behind,

Or swimming upstream,

Paddle-less.

 

Even when I’m standing still,

Or laying desperate,

Broken and defeated,

On the ground,

 

The whole world rushing by…

 

You see me.

 

Holding me steadfast,

In your loving gaze,

You see me as I am,

And I rise like a new day,

Warmed by the light,

Of the sun.

 

Thank God, You see me.