BLISSINGS
Butterflies bounce on wind whispered
wings,
Lilting loveliness in a delightful dance.
Painted preachers of the Hope of
Heaven;
The evidence elicits worshipful
wonder.
Gratitude attitude.
Laughter, it lightens the anxiety
atmosphere,
Ballooning bubbles of boisterous
brevity.
Forgotten filters set forth and fun
frolics freely
Through jaunts of jokes, oh
silly-selfs!
Belly busters.
Inspiration ignites a spark, spurring speech
Wisdom words, written like sporadic
sprays from a sprinkler,
Drench the soul, deliver the Message.
Incubated imagination, released to
restore.
Purposed prose.
Sisters sojourn in backyards and bedrooms.
Travel tear trails in twining
timelines.
Branches bend, yet rooted in
remembrance.
Friendship fraternity, a bloodline
break, yet bonded.
Heartbeat harmony.
Savior, Sovereign Salvation Sender.
Grace Giver, Truth Teller, Love
Lavisher.
Forgiving Father, Sacrificed Son, Indweller
Intercessor,
Provider of Peace, Healer of Heart.
Bountiful Bliss.
And so it is, my bliss moments in five letters, yet I could
name a whole alphabet. In His bliss I find Thanksgiving. In bliss, I find joy
and unity with God and with one another. “Bliss”—how similar it is to the word
“bless,” almost interchangeable, really. So that is why I named the poem “Blissings.”
There are moments in life that define our connection to God, our connection to
true Thanksgiving. Treasures. They are
buried close to our heart, reflecting their brilliance both within and out of
our hearts, a reflection of the goodness of the Lord. In a world so
self-absorbed, blissful blessings are not just for a moment, but an intentional
love gift presented to me, to be who I am meant to be in Christ. God is intent on blessing us. He wafts in
the bliss breezes that touch my face and warm my soul. (Are you as intent to receive it?) He turns my head towards
the eternal perspective where Hope reigns. Bliss is everlasting in Blessings
eternal; and for that, I give thanks. Amen.
Coleene VanTilburg
